Player: hi / hello Tomruk The Ruddy: Hello hello! Please don’t touch the equipment, it’s very valuable. Player: blood Tomruk The Ruddy: Ah, the sweet sap of life, the nectar of the gods, the river of emotions, the… <ahem> best thing there is. Player: blood hand Tomruk The Ruddy: Do you wish to join our ranks, talk to brother Elryed The Sanguine when he’s back from his errand. Player: blood priest Tomruk The Ruddy: It takes practice, skill and dedication, but you might get there if you try! Player: drefia Tomruk The Ruddy: Well, it has its merits, yes. But I contemplate a study trip to the Plains of Havoc. Broadens your vision! Player: job Tomruk The Ruddy: Are you joking? Does the colour of my robes tell you anything? I’m a very important researcher! Player: name Tomruk The Ruddy: You will address me with my full name: Tomruk The Ruddy. Player: necroman Tomruk The Ruddy: Backward bunch. Incredibly old-fashioned approach to blood and narrow-minded about it. Player: Omrabas Tomruk The Ruddy: Never heard of him. Brothers are given new names when they reach priesthood, anyway. Player: priestess Tomruk The Ruddy: Not much to do with them, more’s the pity. Beautiful, lively things. Player: research Tomruk The Ruddy: A fellow student of the dark arts, eh? Well, I specialise in the various conductive abilities of blood, you see. … Tomruk The Ruddy: Perhaps you had read my treatise…no? Well, it’ll revolutionise practical necromancy, let me tell you! Player: shadow pupil Tomruk The Ruddy: Huh. Always speak in riddles. If they deign to speak to you, that is. Paint strange pseudo-animals on the floor and prefer ashes to blood. Player: tibia / king Tomruk The Ruddy: Breeds supplies for the blood god. Player: tibianus Tomruk The Ruddy: Well, someone has to sort out all those peasants’ concerns, I believe. Player: vampire Tomruk The Ruddy: Ah, fascinating creatures. Unfortunately, I had a… professional misunderstanding with a viscount, and now, our relations are somewhat strained. Player: zombie Tomruk The Ruddy: Good harriers for fresh supplies, but you have to keep them from gnawing at their find. Player: scroll Tomruk The Ruddy: Plenty of those here in Drefia. Got one myself, as a matter of fact. Handed down to me. Quite old and torn. Player: army Tomruk The Ruddy: Shepherd dogs to their king. Don’t care myself, frankly. There are worthier things. Player: skeleton Tomruk The Ruddy: Of what interest would those sad things be? Not a drop of blood in them! Player: ghoul Tomruk The Ruddy: It can take some that way. Giving in to their hunger. Not much use then. Player: undead Tomruk The Ruddy: Hrm, yes, technically you could say that. Research has advanced a bit, so the concept is outdated. Player: bye Tomruk The Ruddy: My pleasure, I assure you. Farewell! Player: farewell Tomruk The Ruddy: Hmm? Oh yes, farewell, farewell.