wh1whi02 O Citizen of Myth Drannor, what thing do you seek? Whisper spoken, ethereal, gentle, sad
wh1whi03 Treasures pass from hand to hand, from hoard to hoard, yet I hear where they go. Ask me. Whisper spoken, ethereal, gentle, sad
wh1whi04 O Citizen of Myth Drannor, what manner of thing do you seek? Whisper spoken, ethereal, gentle, sad
wh1whi05 O Citizen, now what treasure do you seek? Ask - but hurry! For I have not much time. Whisper spoken, ethereal, gentle, sad
wh1whi06 O Citizen, I have no more stories to tell. A hush has fallen over the City, and words fail me. Whisper spoken, ethereal, gentle, sad
wh1whi07 I am the Ear of the City. I listen and remember. Whisper
wh1whi08 In happier days I listened for glad tidings, and repeated them so all would be happy. I helped citizens find things that were lost... Whisper
wh1whi09 ...now I listen to the wails of the dying, and repeat the evil mutterings of monsters clutching their treasures down in the dark. Whisper
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wh1whi11 You think not? Yet all the city talks about you - the stones themselves whisper your names as you pass. Whisper
wh1whi12 You are the best citizens the city could hope for in these dark days, and all the city's treasures are yours, if you wish them. Whisper
wh1whi13 I hear about powerful things of magic - such as rings, wands and scrolls. I hear about arms and armor, and other weapons of war. And I hear about jewels, books and other treasures. Whisper
wh1whi14 But be quick! For I cannot talk for long. Whisper
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wh1whi18 I am sorry. The Whispering Wind speaks no more of rings or necklaces. Whisper
wh1whi19 I heard, long ago, a dwarf woman speak of an amulet - Onglore's Amulet of War. She said... Whisper
wh1whi20 'Here ya go, my husband. It was yours in life, so shall it be yours in death.' And the Amulet hummed as she laid it down. Whisper
wh1whi21 The voice wafted up to me from the Main Halls of the Dungeons. Whisper
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wh1whi23 Not so long ago a voice spoke over a locket - it was Tyr's Locket of Justice. The voice said... Whisper
wh1whi24 'You will summon the Nightmare Gate here. This scroll bears the Word of Constriction. When the time comes, it will dispel the Gate. In the meantime, use this.' And the Locket clinked as the mage put it on. Whisper
wh1whi25 That little clinking sound skittered down the Stone Halls of the Dungeons, and crawled into my ear. Whisper
wh1whi26 Again and again over the centuries, I hear voices curse at Aasirak's Ebony Ring Of Power. Whisper
wh1whi27 'Aaaagh! I cannot lift it!' they all say, and with sorrow they leave it behind. Whisper
wh1whi28 Some drow were the last to say it, before their souls went dark, deep in the Catacombs. Whisper
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wh1whi30 Why, there are drow talking about the Eye Of The Witch, right this moment! Whisper
wh1whi31 One is saying, 'For priest or mage, it is a boon. Let us return immediately with this charm! I sense a reward!' Whisper
wh1whi32 And now another says, 'The glory of Freth is reward enough. Come, let us go.' Whisper
wh1whi33 And now the whisper of drow boots on stone, as soft as a caress, in the deepest chambers of the Catacombs. Whisper
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wh1whi36 I recall hearing a dwarf voice boom out above a necklace - the Onyx of the Richest Wort. This was hundreds of years ago. Whisper
wh1whi37 'The city be surrounded,' the voice said. 'Dumathoin aid us, we must hide what we can, destroy what we must, and drink the rest.' Whisper
wh1whi38 Then I heard the tink-clink of valuables being hidden away. All has been silent ever since, down in the Brewer's Chambers of the Halls of Light, in the Dungeons. Whisper
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wh1whi40 I will tell you what I heard several days ago, with the Pendant of Fresh Kills. Whisper
wh1whi41 The thunder of battle magic fades away. A woman gasps her dying breath. Clutching the Pendant, she utters these words: 'Bright fire, white fire, Silver Pyre, let this body burn.' Whisper
wh1whi42 A roar erupts - mages scream - and she and her Pendant are nothing but ashes whispering through the air. Whisper
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wh1whi46 This is what I heard many centuries ago, from the wearer of the Ring of Equilibrium. Whisper
wh1whi47 He said, 'Watch out, ya clummoxy hamhand! If I hadna been wearing this Ring, ya might have killed me with that.' Whisper
wh1whi48 Today, however, the Ring is scorned by its owner, and lies quiet and forgotten in a chest, in the uppermost part of the Catacombs. Whisper
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wh1whi51 O, I know of a necklace, the wonderful Necklace of Odoacer. Let me listen now... Whisper
wh1whi52 Yes, it is underwater. It has been underwater for centuries now. Out of the roaring flames it flew, into the cool silence of deep water... Whisper
wh1whi53 Now once again I hear the Watersong of Plinshree. Do you know of her, the naiad of this place? She is the only one who could retrieve this necklace for you, from its watery grave. Whisper
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wh1whi56 No more of that. You know all you should of the city's objects of magic. Whisper
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wh1whi61 Ah, there is a wand, Terrilan's Crimson Wand - an accusing voice follows this wand wherever it goes. Whisper
wh1whi62 'Terrilan, you killed your brother,' the voice whispers. 'Terrilan Grandirons, where is your brother Herunga?' Because of the voice, the nagas who possess it do not use the wand. Whisper
wh1whi63 These sounds floated up to me from the upper reaches of the Catacombs. Whisper
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wh1whi65 Wait, I hear the crinkle of paper. Someone has taken a scroll out of a leather pouch... Whisper
wh1whi66 Now a harsh voice says, 'Look at this. It's a Word of Power!' Whisper
wh1whi67 And now another voice says - but no! It screams! A death cry... clicking mandibles... a magic Gate, closing... Whisper
wh1whi68 ...and now the sounds of beasts feasting, far away and down deep, below the Dungeons. Whisper
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wh1whi70 So wands interest you? I heard someone speak in the presence of the Sceptre Of Leogans. Whisper
wh1whi71 He said, 'Of course you are right, Mistress. Someone gives them aid. But who?' And then, 'Fanraet is very capable. The witches must have used some trick.' Whisper
wh1whi72 And then finally he said, 'Of course, Mistress. Yes. At once.' His voice, stammering with fear, echoed up from the middle depths of the Catacombs. Whisper
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wh1whi75 I can tell you what I heard about the Scroll of Memory, writ by Shyael Ildacer, a High Court Mage, just before the fall of Myth Drannor. Whisper
wh1whi76 When the Army of Darkness invaded the city, the scroll was lost beneath some rubble. But a year ago dark nagas found it, and used its Remembering Word to bring back forgotten magics. Whisper
wh1whi77 They might have learned some ancient spells of incalculable power! But a fortnight ago Pelendralaar came and killed them all, and ruined their lair, and utterly destroyed the Scroll of Memory. Whisper
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wh1whi79 I know of a scroll - Kiaransalee's Scroll of Claim - let me listen to what is going on around this scroll. Whisper
wh1whi80 A man is speaking. He has a dead voice! He is berating someone for their failure. They have not found a book he seeks... He shakes the scroll at them! Whisper
wh1whi81 I hear the quick harsh breath of lizardfolk! They hiss. Now they go away, leaving the man in silence... This I hear clearly, even though it is happening far off to the west. Whisper
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wh1whi85 Hmmm... here is a stick, Roderick's Walkingstick! Let me open my ears to it... Whisper
wh1whi86 No, no, all is quiet where it lies. Except - a rustling noise, such as rats might make, or some other creature more stealthy. Whisper
wh1whi87 This staff lies barely underground, some distance to the west. Whisper
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wh1whi91 No, no, the winds blow ill. We must talk no more about things of war. Whisper
wh1whi92 Oh, there is a shield, and terrible sounds surround this shield! Whisper
wh1whi93 I hear the slavering howls of the undead, and the snap-tattoo of cruel traps, and the insane shrieking of victims caught in barbs or liquid fire. Whisper
wh1whi94 The shield is Gnome's Shield of Invulnerability, and its sounds echoed up from behind a secret door in the Main Halls of the Dungeons. Whisper
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wh1whi96 Silence, silence surrounds the Sword of Marshbane, as it has for years uncounted. Whisper
wh1whi97 Only the faintest rustling in the old armory, the sound of a haunt endlessly pacing. Whisper
wh1whi98 These sounds drift on the winds to me, from the dark place that once was called the Halls of Light. Whisper
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wh1whia0 I heard someone carrying magical mail armor - this was many years ago. And they laid it gently into a chest, and whispered a benison, and closed the lid. Whisper
wh1whia1 Oh! That armor laughed as they laid it down! It sounded like water falling! It must be excellently made. Whisper
wh1whia2 I heard this sound very clearly. It was near at hand, and only a spear's length or two underground. Whisper
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wh1whia4 I remember hearing about a staff - the famous Guulstav Of M'raelhorrid. Whisper
wh1whia5 It was a woman's voice, lovely and low. She said, 'And I have reserved the best for my loyal Mage Captain. Here - this is reward for your excellent work regarding our ally, the Baelnorn. Whisper
wh1whia6 Her voice echoed up from the deepest chambers of the Catacombs under the Castle. Whisper
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wh1whib0 I have heard a sound related to Quimbee's Armor Of Many Pockets. Whisper
wh1whib1 A drow woman is speaking - her voice is thrilling. 'Box it up,' she says in the drow tongue. 'The Matron Mother will be most pleased.' Whisper
wh1whib2 Her voice rang along the hard stones and gloomy halls of the Catacombs. Whisper
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wh1whib4 Here is a fearsome weapon - which some call the Deathspike. I hear sounds around it... Whisper
wh1whib5 ...the tramp of lizardy feet, and grumbling voices. 'I do not care what we promised,' the leader says. 'This is strong magic - it must go to Malgi Hi.' And now the feet tramp on, up stairs of stone and into the light. Whisper
wh1whib6 This sound wafted over to me from the ruins to the north. Whisper
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wh1whib8 Here is something I heard, said in the presence of the Muttering Axe. Whisper
wh1whib9 'My Mistress bids you receive this as a token of her esteem. She hopes it aids you as you rise in stature among the Ormyrrs.' Whisper
wh1whic0 This voice floated up from the Marshes to the south, about a fortnight ago. Whisper
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wh1whic2 Now I have heard the song of Prince Antonae's Stormbow - which makes arrows sing with delight! Whisper
wh1whic3 But that was in the past, when Lord Derrose wielded it in Myth Drannor's final days, and when Jada Moonglamaer took it up, after Derrose fell. Whisper
wh1whic4 Now the bow listens sadly as mandibles clack and bones split, down in an arraccat's lair deep in the Catacombs. Whisper
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wh1whic6 I know the Wraithmael Of Drenofiend has been laid to rest. Whisper
wh1whic7 Drenofiend was a half-ogre, bane of elves... He died, praise Corellan, in the final assault on the city, and his ancient armor tumbled into deep places and was lost. Whisper
wh1whic8 But naught that is buried is buried for ever. The drow have brought the Wraithmael back up from the deeps, and hold it in a secret chamber in the center of their stronghold. Whisper
wh1whic9 'Wait here,' they whisper to it in their language. 'One is coming, worthy of you. Be patient.' Whisper
wh1whid0 I remember sounds I heard, extraordinary sounds, associated with the axe called Wroth's Executioner. Whisper
wh1whid1 Wroth, who styled himself Wroth the Indestructible, was killed at last by the dwarf-captain Artoth Freyhammer, with one mighty blow that shattered his knee. Wroth died from the pain... Whisper
wh1whid2 ...and the wail of his passing was mortifying to behold! Yet Artoth withstood it, and claimed the Executioner for his own... Whisper
wh1whid3 ...and was buried with it, down in the Royal Tombs reserved for dwarves, deep in the silent Catacombs. Whisper
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wh1whid6 I have said all I should about such things. Do not ask me for more. Whisper
wh1whid7 I heard the sound of a pen writing in a book. Every day I heard it - oh, this was many many years ago. Whisper
wh1whid8 And then the writer spoke. She said, 'It is a terrible risk, to strike the spark of life among the dead! But I must try it - or the City will be lost!' And she never wrote in that book again. Whisper
wh1whid9 That was deep, deep down in the Catacombs, but yet I heard it distinctly. Whisper
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wh1whie1 I heard someone talk about a pair of boots... Whisper
wh1whie2 He was quite upset. 'Ozama, you have tricked me!' he shrieked. 'Nothing for the neck - nothing! Your powerful magic is on your feet! What good is that to me? Snakeskin - pah!' Whisper
wh1whie3 And he threw the boots out the door, into some garbage, and the sound they made sailed out of the Dungeon's Main Halls and into my ears. Whisper
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wh1whie5 Well, very recently I heard a man running and dodging. Whisper
wh1whie6 He was cursing under his breath. He said, 'Sammaster, aid me!' And all the while I could hear zombies moaning and the foul jeering of orcs. Whisper
wh1whie7 And then at last he screamed and died, and the boots he was wearing stayed with his body, far in the Main Halls of the Dungeons. Whisper
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wh1whie9 Maybe you are interested in a lamp. I know of one, and can hear the sounds around it... Whisper
wh1whif0 ...margoyles jeering at some creature, and baiting it cruelly, as margoyles do. Whisper
wh1whif1 'Come out into the light!' they say. 'Oh, does that bother you? Does this hurt? Does this hurt even more? Oik oik ik ik ik!' Whisper
wh1whif2 These sounds, and many more besides, traveled up from the second floor of the Catacombs. Whisper
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wh1whif5 Here is an unusual thing - the Boots of Beguiling Gait. Whisper
wh1whif6 I hear a woman's voice, ghostly and wan. She laments that none but evil creatures come to her tomb. Her boots go unused, and she, like her beloved city, is dishonored and unmourned. Whisper
wh1whif7 Her voice drifted up to me from deep down in the Catacombs. Whisper
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wh1whif9 Near here I sense a very precious thing - one of the Starstones of old. Whisper
wh1whig0 I remember long, long ago, I heard a dwarf say, 'Ya must take it out! The enemy is almost here. The Circle must be closed.' And then the sound of beautiful metal wrenched apart. Whisper
wh1whig1 That was long ago. Today, the Starstone rests in the House of Gems - in silence, but for a sad and faint heartbeat. Whisper
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wh1whig3 I heard something spoken over some very handsome boots, the Boots of Stalking. Whisper
wh1whig4 A lieutenant of the Cult said it, not very long ago: 'You two! Let them be, they're dead, can't you see that?' Whisper
wh1whig5 Take the Captain's body with us, leave the others behind. And you! Fetch me the boots off that Orog assassin. Amazing what that one Orog could do, with those boots on.' Whisper
wh1whig6 This voice wafted up to me, out of the middle depths of the Catacombs. Whisper
wh1whig7 Hush! I will listen close to those magic gauntlets, the Daemonclaws Of Gr'zak. Whisper
wh1whig8 Over its short life, hundreds have died for them. But what is this? All is quiet, where they are. Whisper
wh1whig9 No! Wait! I hear the faintest of rustling, like cobwebs in moonbreeze. And this faintest of sounds emanates from the very deepest part of the Catacombs. Whisper
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wh1whih1 Oh, I will tell you what I heard spoken near the Gauntlets of Moander. Whisper
wh1whih2 The man Athan no longer holds them! They were seized by emissaries of the Cult, and passed from hand to hand to Kya Mordrayn herself. Whisper
wh1whih3 'That is well,' she said when she got them. The only way to destroy a Pool of Radiance, and it falls into her hands! Whisper
wh1whih4 'That is well,' she said. Her voice echoed up dark tunnels, all the way from a deep cavern beneath Castle Cormanthor. Whisper
wh1whih5 I know of some gauntlets - the Gauntlets of Light Burden. Whisper
wh1whih6 I was listening when the elves that bore them were overcome by gargoyles... how the elves screamed before they died! It almost made me stop up my ears. Whisper
wh1whih7 But now, let me listen... gargoyles still hold the gauntlets, I hear their cruel sniggering. Now I hear wings - they have taken flight - now they land on some tower, and squabble and curse as they perch there. Whisper
wh1whih8 These sounds came from not too far away, north and east of here. Whisper
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wh1whii0 I will tell you about a curious prize, the Stone Mouth. Whisper
wh1whii1 Once it belonged to Odelinde, the serpent - have you met her? She dwells west and north of here, in the Wind Rider's Shrine. Whisper
wh1whii2 But I was listening when two thieves pilfered it from her shrine. Drunk on their cleverness, they made their way to the southeast... and came quite close to me... Whisper
wh1whii3 But then came such a sound, as if the earth had swallowed them up! And ever since then, the Stone Mouth has lain in quiet darkness. Whisper
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wh1whii6 But hush now! The beasts cry out - can you hear it? I must go. Whisper
wh1whii7 But I am out of time. Goodbye for now. Whisper
wh1whii8 But that is all I can tell you now. Come see me again. Whisper
wh1whii9 But now I can say no more. Goodbye. Whisper
wh1whij0 But that is all I will say, until we meet again. Whisper
wh1whij1 But now - the wind falters - the chaos returns. I must go. Whisper
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wh1whiYB But hush! I hear the Song of Faerun. And the Bard of Kara-Tur is singing about you! Two stanzas! Do you wish to hear them, as you walk away? Whisper
wh1whiYC O Citizen, which part will you hear? Whisper
wh1whiYD Very well... what manner of treasure do you seek? Whisper
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wh1whiYJ Very well then! Listen to the Song of Faerun. Whisper
wh1whiYK Shall I tell you what I heard about the treasures of Myth Drannor? Whisper
wh1whiYL Oh, there is a weapon, a sacred weapon, the Helm Cleaver. Much talk surrounds it! Whisper
wh1whiYM Orogs come and demand it. But human voices say 'No, no, not yet. You have not earned it yet.' And orog voices protest in anger and go away, muttering and scheming. Whisper
wh1whiYN This I have heard in the uppermost halls of the Dungeons. Whisper
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wh1whiYP Oh, I hear a woman wailing, she cries out for a token, a parchment, a blazoned shield, a medallion - any proof that her goddess is remembered! Whisper (text change)KE 6-4-01
wh1whiYQ But evil hisses drown out her cries and deepen her sorrows. Whisper (text change)KE 6-4-01
wh1whiYR This I have heard echoing down the ruined ways here in the Nightingale Court. Whisper (text change)KE 6-4-01
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wh1whiYT Now I hear two people at prayer, their voices mumbling together the name of Mystra. Whisper (text change)KE 6-4-01
wh1whiYU He humbly asks the Goddess of Mystery to look with favor on those she has marked to pursue the vital quest. Whisper (text change)KE 6-4-01
wh1whiYV But his companion, Faeril, is not so devout! Her voice is loud and her prayer much like a demand! 'Mystra, you will do this!' she cries! She slaps a medallion down on the table! Whisper (text change)KE 6-4-01
wh1whiYW But his companion, Faeril, is not so devout! Her voice is loud and her prayer much like a demand! 'Mystra, you will do this!' she cries! And the old man raps his staff on the table, to quiet her. Whisper (text change)KE 6-4-01
wh1whiYX But his companion, Faeril, is not so devout! Her voice is loud and her prayer much like a demand! 'Mystra, you will do this!' she cries! She raps a mace upon a table! Whisper (text change)KE 6-4-01
wh1whiYY But his companion, Faeril, is not so devout! Her voice is loud and her prayer much like a demand! 'Mystra, you will do this!' she cries! She slaps a medallion down on the table, and it rings like a bell! Whisper (text change)KE 6-4-01
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wh1whiY[ This I have heard from a sheltered room, up north in Stillwater. Whisper (text change)KE 6-4-01
wh1pro00 Ask what this column is Protagonist
wh1pro01 Ask what treasures it knows about Protagonist
wh1pro02 Say you are not citizens of the city Protagonist
wh1pro03 Take your leave Protagonist
wh1pro04 Ask about a necklace or a ring Protagonist
wh1pro05 Ask about a wand or scroll Protagonist
wh1pro06 Ask about a weapon or armor Protagonist
wh1pro07 Ask about other treasure Protagonist
wh1proY\ Ask to hear Song of Faerun Protagonist
wh1pro08 Take your leave Protagonist
wh1proY] Ask to hear the first stanza Protagonist
wh1proY^ Ask to hear the second stanza Protagonist
wh1proY_ Ask to hear them both together Protagonist
wh1proY` Ask to hear the victory refrain Protagonist
wh1proYa Ask to hear the whole song Protagonist
wh1proYb Don't listen to the song Protagonist
wh1proYc Ask about rumors of treasures Protagonist
