Wild Hunt Heathcliff/Voicelines

Overview

Voicelines

Identity Story

Occasion	English	Audio
Identity Acquisition	I have returned once again. To face Catherine... and the accursed wretches of the manor.
Morning Greeting	I stir awake early to the morning of the forest. Especially as the sun rises over a nightmare; in that nightmare, Catherine... fades away. And always, I...
Afternoon Greeting	They must be serving that milksop 'Young Master' a cup of luncheon black tea by now. Heh heh... I'm sure the stump of his arm I mauled off his torso... aches.
Evening Greeting	Though they have never once invited me to their dinner banquets, Catherine would always visit me with food she took from the kitchen. ... All meaningless recollections of the bygone days, now.
Chatter #1	A timepiece, is it? Good. The 'promised' hour is nigh... I shall keep you in my sight. Patience was never Catherine's strong suit, after all. ... Yet I do not know if she could bring herself to welcome me when I have changed so much.
Chatter #2	This place is rather silent for a forest, isn't it...? That is because I have made all living things here mine. In that silence, memories of Catherine return... and I begin to sink like a rock.
Chatter #3	There once was a woman who cared for me in my youth. Yet here I stand, soon to test my blade against her own. But this time, I shall take her under my fold as she had done for me.
Post-Uptie Chat 1	Hah, do you feel the intense rapture of letting the fury take hold?! Ruminations of all kinds have no purpose here; not for you, not for me. All that remains is to settle this once and for all here, atop the storm-broken heights! Who shall remain standing here once it passes, I wonder.
Post-Uptie Chat 2	The keen end of my wrath-blade aims true. It is the greatest fuel to my flame of existence. I shall bring utter ruination to you, who have broken my heart... and Wuthering Heights, the cradle of our meeting!
Idle	... My life ended the day my Catherine departed the world.
Uptying	The dawn of the promised banquet, the day of the hunt rises. I can feel it even at the tip of my hair... that the destruction of Wuthering Heights is nigh.
Deployment	This howling noise... must be the tempest. Catherine, she weeps...
Stage Entry	O Wild Hunt...
Viewed in Battle 1	(Mad Laughter)
Viewed in Battle 2	(Mad Laughter)
Viewed in Battle 3	(Mad Laughter)
Commencing Attack	... Prepare for your execution...!
Enemy Stagger	In the tempest...
Staggered	Again! Again and again, until the storm sleeps!
On Kill 1	... You shall slumber in burial.
On Kill 2	... You shall scream.
On Kill 3	... You shall be torn apart.
Death	Even in death... I... shall...
Check Passed	For the hunt...
Check Failed	The hunt has failed... no matter. This pain will only hone my claws.
Victory Cry	No, it is yet incomplete. My Wild Hunt, march forth! Until my cry of love reaches Catherine...!
Extra Conditions Fulfilled	It is done! I will no longer tremble in the wuthering storm, no longer suffer Catherine's dream to suffocate me in grief, nevermore! I have...! I... I ended it... didn't I?
Defeat Wail	What a sorry mess this is... no matter. I will return. I will return again and again until the day I crush Wuthering Heights between my teeth.

Occasion	English	Audio
Identity Acquisition	What kindled this flame of wrath that burns within me…? …No. It doesn’t matter why it burns—what matters is that I am the ripping and tearing tempest that will bring about their ruin.
Morning Greeting	I stir awake early to the morning of the forest, as early as the sun rises in the manor. There is no better place to hone my vengeance.
Afternoon Greeting	They must be serving that milksop 'Young Master' a cup of luncheon black tea by now. Heh heh... I'm sure the wound, the stump of his arm I mauled off his torso... aches.
Evening Greeting	They have never once invited me to their dinner banquets, nor have I ever wished to be. Yet... I suppose they appeared rather merry. ... Let's see if they can continue to smile upon my return.
Chatter #1	Hm... what use would I have for a timepiece when I have long forgotten the meaning of time itself? Yet... I sense that the hour of a certain 'promise' is swift approaching.
Chatter #2	This place is rather silent for a forest, isn't it...? That is because I have made all living things here mine. In that silence, memories of... something... rises before fading away. How... disconcerting.
Chatter #3	There once was a woman who cared for me in my youth. Yet here I stand, soon to test my blade against her own. But this time, I shall take her under my fold as she had done for me.
Post-Uptie Chat 1	Hah, do you feel the intense rapture of letting the fury take hold?! Ruminations of all kinds have no purpose here; not for you, not for me. All that remains is to settle this once and for all here, atop the storm-broken heights! Who shall remain standing here once it passes, I wonder.
Post-Uptie Chat 2	There are times when I find myself snared by a question: what binds me so to this manor? ... I see the flicker of the answer behind your eyes. Perhaps, should I cut off your head and gouge out your eyes, I may find that knowledge resting in the hollows of your sockets. But that revelation will change nothing.
Idle	The glass shards of my sword are opaque and shrouded in mist. I see... nothing past them. For what do I sharpen my blade...?
Uptying	The dawn of the promised banquet, the day of the hunt rises. I can feel it even at the tip of my hair... that the destruction of Wuthering Heights is nigh.
Deployment	This howling noise... must be the tempest.
Stage Entry	O Wild Hunt...
Viewed in Battle 1	(Mad Laughter)
Viewed in Battle 2	(Mad Laughter)
Viewed in Battle 3	(Mad Laughter)
Commencing Attack	... Prepare for your execution...!
Enemy Stagger	In the tempest...
Staggered	Again! Again and again, until the storm sleeps!
On Kill 1	... You shall slumber in burial.
On Kill 2	... You shall scream.
On Kill 3	... You shall be torn apart.
Death	Even in death... I... shall...
Check Passed	For the hunt...
Check Failed	The hunt has failed... no matter. This pain will only hone my claws.
Victory Cry	March forth, my Wild Hunt. Those who dare to stand in our way shall only join us in this procession, this march to the end of this fathomless wrath...!
Extra Conditions Fulfilled	... Is it over? Have I truly slain them all? Then why... why won't this rage end...?
Defeat Wail	What a sorry mess this is... no matter. I will return. I will return again and again until the day I crush Wuthering Heights between my teeth.