"Clannfear not scared of sneaky pinkskin. Clannfear SMART. Clannfear talks and talks and talks with pinkskin. Soon -- plenty of Clannfear, Yes? You waits here? Yes?"
Clannfears are somewhat intelligent creatures and prove to be relatively weak foes. Their low hit points make them easy to dispatch without the use of spells or arrows, and while their attacks are strong, they often miss and can be easily dodged. It is possible to engage clannfears in conversation, but it usually leads to combat. Rarely, by taking advantage of their distaste for the Hernes, it is possible to gain them as temporary allies.
How can you tolerate these Hernes? They mock the Law. They cheat in the Hunt, and brings dishonor on you all. And, by the way, in case you don't know who you're dealing with, I just killed a Huntsman. Yes. Egahirn. A Huntsman protected by the Sacred Ritual. So. Why don't you go do something about those disgusting Hernes?
[&Tayem] This flesh is not for you, fool. This flesh belongs to Xivilai, and he won't thank you for putting holes in it. See this amulet? That means "Shut up and get out of my way."
You LIES, person. You can't kill a Daedra. Immortal is your word, yes?
Player Response
Result
Oh, sure, if you have to be technical about it. But I smacked him with the Huntsman Spear – with Dagon's own power. That should put him out for a LONG time.
The SHAME! The Huntsman slain by a mortal. The Hernes bring nothing but shame and shame. The Hernes must learn -- Honor the Law. And Faydra must teach -- Honor on the House. They taunts and tests us. They steals our glory, and raids our treasures. And now, this must stop. Honor at stake. Pride demands! Chasten them with Rods of Law. Hammer them to the Straight Path!
Player Response
Result
You and me, lizardboy! Let's go put hurt on Hernes! Hooray!
Clannfear not stained as traitors, no! Lord says, "Flesh not slain – but chasten flesh as nasty Oathkin, trespass on customs." Flesh provokes us? Feel teeth and claws. But goes quiet, leaves us? Smart flesh, yes.
Player Response
Result
Fine. Bite me.
END MonsterAttack &FearMad
Taste my steel. And boot. And fireball. And this old piece of cloth. And this lump of wax. And some lint.
Vengeance! Our Lord is wounded! Someone has wounded our Lord!
Player Response
Result
Hi. It was me. I just kicked your Lord's butt into Oblivion. Come over here, and I'll kick your scaly little butt, too.
END MonsterAttack &FearMad
Oh. Oh. Betrayal! Treason! Faydra and her Hernes have treacherously cast Xivilai into Oblivion! Fall upon the traitors, and avenge the Exile of our noble Lord.
And you? You took no part, flesh? You LIE! And you DIE!
Player Response
Result
You're green. You know that? Only animals and plants are green. Therefore, you are a stupid animal or a stupid plant. That's logic. Or maybe you're a bug.
[&Tayem] Amulet. See the amulet. Pals? Allies? Monsters-in-arms? So what are you doing out her [sic] on Faydra's turf? Looking for trouble? Want to start some?
Clannfear not stained as traitors, no! Lord says, "Flesh not slain – but chasten flesh as nasty Oathkin, trespass on customs." Flesh provokes us? Feel teeth and claws. But goes quiet, leaves us? Smart flesh, yes.
Player Response
Result
Fine. Bite me.
END MonsterAttack &FearMad
Taste my steel. And boot. And fireball. And this old piece of cloth. And this lump of wax. And some lint.
Vengeance! Our Lord is wounded! Someone has wounded our Lord!
Player Response
Result
Hi. It was me. I just kicked your Lord's butt into Oblivion. Come over here, and I'll kick your scaly little butt, too.
END MonsterAttack &FearMad
Oh. Oh. Betrayal! Treason! Faydra and her Hernes have treacherously cast Xivilai into Oblivion! Fall upon the traitors, and avenge the Exile of our noble Lord.
And you? You took no part, flesh? You LIE! And you DIE!
Player Response
Result
You're green. You know that? Only animals and plants are green. Therefore, you are a stupid animal or a stupid plant. That's logic. Or maybe you're a bug.
Clannfear not scared of sneaky pinkskin. Clannfear SMART. Clannfear talks and talks and talks with pinkskin. Soon -- plenty of Clannfear, Yes? You waits here? Yes?
Player Response
Result
Yeah? Well, I'll take you on, and all your little friends, too.
Clannfear not stained as traitors, no! Lord says, "Flesh not slain – but chasten flesh as nasty Oathkin, trespass on customs." Flesh provokes us? Feel teeth and claws. But goes quiet, leaves us? Smart flesh, yes.
Player Response
Result
I was just leaving. Heh-heh-heh.
END MonsterAttack &FearMad
Taste my steel. And boot. And fireball. And this old piece of cloth. And this lump of wax. And some lint.
Vengeance! Our Lord is wounded! Someone has wounded our Lord!
Player Response
Result
Hi. It was me. I just kicked your Lord's butt into Oblivion. Come over here, and I'll kick your scaly little butt, too.
END MonsterAttack &FearMad
Oh. Oh. Betrayal! Treason! Faydra and her Hernes have treacherously cast Xivilai into Oblivion! Fall upon the traitors, and avenge the Exile of our noble Lord.
And you? You took no part, flesh? You LIE! And you DIE!
Player Response
Result
You're green. You know that? Only animals and plants are green. Therefore, you are a stupid animal or a stupid plant. That's logic. Or maybe you're a bug.
Pinkskin! Stand clear. This combat for honor of Xivilai and Clannfear!
Trial of HONOR! Pinkskin intrudes on Trial of Honor. BAAAAD pinkskin!
Player Response
Result
You must have confused me with someone else. I'm no pinkskin. I'm a Living God. Fall on your knees right now and worship me, and maybe I'll spare you eons of torment in a loud, nasty black drain hole of Eternity.
[&Tayem] Hey. Look at the amulet. Ain't I a trusted and loyal retainer of Xivilai? Why don't you all stand back and let ME make short work of this Herne trash. Say. Is there a prize involved?
[&Tayem] Shh! Shh. See this amulet? I'm on a secret mission for Xivilai. I'm supposed to spy on those Hernes and find out where they're keeping all their cool stuff. So mum's the word.
Oh. We hear whispers. You kill Egahirn with his own Spear. Neat trick. So you strip this Herne clean, yes? Big prize! Has Dagger of the Potent Heart. BIG magic. Beat Herne, get Dagger.
Vengeance! Our Lord is wounded! Someone has wounded our Lord!
Player Response
Result
Hi. It was me. I just kicked your Lord's butt into Oblivion. Come over here, and I'll kick your scaly little butt, too.
END MonsterAttack &FearMad
Oh. Oh. Betrayal! Treason! Faydra and her Hernes have treacherously cast Xivilai into Oblivion! Fall upon the traitors, and avenge the Exile of our noble Lord.
And you? You took no part, flesh? You LIE! And you DIE!
Player Response
Result
You're green. You know that? Only animals and plants are green. Therefore, you are a stupid animal or a stupid plant. That's logic. Or maybe you're a bug.
Clannfear not stained as traitors, no! Lord says, "Flesh not slain – but chasten flesh as nasty Oathkin, trespass on customs." Flesh provokes us? Feel teeth and claws. But goes quiet, leaves us? Smart flesh, yes.
Player Response
Result
I was just leaving. Heh-heh-heh.
END MonsterAttack &FearMad
Taste my steel. And boot. And fireball. And this old piece of cloth. And this lump of wax. And some lint.
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