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==0614== {{spoiler|start}} Amos: ...Hang on! She isn't old Mo, is she!? Goober: Boing, boing. Carver: Hardy har! No way we're losing this bet! Milly: His last disguise certainly was impressive... Nevan: Everyone we meet has started to resemble Mo. Ashlynn: Well lucky for us, we never give up! Amos: Maybe we should disguise ourselves and all! Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: Not here, aye? Milly: He doesn't seem to be here. Let's keep looking. Nevan: I thought he might have returned here... Ashlynn: C'mon! Where IS he? Amos: Bloomin' heck... Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: Right! Where's he off to this time, aye? Milly: Mo's main objective is gathering information, so he won't be going to the same place twice. Nevan: Let's leave no stone unturned! Ashlynn: Mo wouldn't disguise himself as any of us...would he? Would he!? Amos: Just how long do we have to traipse around this bloomin' town? Goober: Boing, boing, boing! Carver: All that? He talkin' about that Welda girl he mentioned? Milly: Mo's disguise could have fooled anyone. Nevan: He still seems to be reeling from Mo's deception. Ashlynn: Oh, yeah! Didn't he talk about Welda losing her father or something? Amos: What if that bloke was Mo all along!? Ummm... Goober: (slurrrp) Boing? Carver: Ugh... I did NOT need to see that. Milly: Oh my. Mo looked quite good in that get-up. Nevan: I did indeed hear a scratching noise just now... Ashlynn: Wow! Mole the Mo's got nice legs! Hairy, but nice. Amos: He became a bloomin' bunny!? There's nowt that could surprise old Amos now... Goober: Boing? Boing, boing! Carver: First a priest, then a bunny girl... What's next? A seaslime? Milly: This is the last time we've got to find him. Let's try our best! Nevan: I can't get that scratching sound out of my head... Ashlynn: One more disguise and we'll finally score that forty-eight-thousand-gold discount! Amos: All I ask is that old Mo doesn't turn into any more lasses... Goober: Boing, boing! Carver: Moles like Mo ain't exactly well-liked in Turnscote, aye? Milly: I wonder how much information he's gathered so far? Nevan: We have no choice but to seek Mo. Ashlynn: Tee hee! We're not sniffing a thing – Mo's doing all the dirty work for us! Amos: Bloomin' heck... Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Part-time help, aye? Very interesting... Milly: Oh? I wonder what kind of work he does? Nevan: Locating Mo is our priority – not discussing part-time help. Ashlynn: Where have I seen that guy before? Was it the weapon shop? The item shop? Hmm... Amos: He couldn't have taken on Mo as a part-timer...could he? Goober: Boing! B-Boing! Boi-oing! Carver: Hardy har! That man's liver is gonna abandon ship if he keeps chug-a-luggin' like that. Milly: Oh dear... I think he's already had his fill. Nevan: We're clearly in his way. Let's beat a retreat. Ashlynn: The nerve of him! Most barflies would kill to have a cute girl like me next to them! Amos: That old boy's got more wrinkles than manners. Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: He's gonna grow into that barstool, aye? Milly: What could have happened to drive him to the bottle? Nevan: I pray he doesn't drink like that on a daily basis. Ashlynn: He's got that right. I can smell the booze on his breath from here. Amos: First a man takes the drink, then the drink takes the man. Goober: (slurp) Boing. Carver: Blurry Moon, aye? Can't a man get a plain ol' ale around here? Milly: Blurry Moon, eh... It doesn't sound particularly appetising, I must say. Nevan: I, I really shouldn't indulge. Ashlynn: That sounds like one of those drinks you'd enjoy now but regret in the morning. Amos: So which bit's blurry and which bit's moony? Goober: Boing? Carver: Bloody Mucho? Who came up with that name? Milly: That colour...and that name... They're just not very appetising... Nevan: Are the folks at the counter drinking Bloody Muchos? Ashlynn: Yuck. My tummy's doing somersaults just thinking about it. Amos: A Bloody Mucho!? I can't imagine how it'd taste. Goober: Boing! Boing! Carver: Hmm... I dunno... My gut tells me that fella's hidin' something from us. Milly: ...I have a very strong sense that he's concealing the truth from us. Nevan: Why not come out and ask about Mo directly? Ashlynn: You think maybe he's hiding Mo under the bar? Amos: Bloomin' heck... Goober: Boing! Boing! Boing! Carver: I ain't exactly in a “take it easy” mood right now... Milly: What would happen if we told him straight what we're here for? Nevan: Surely we have business here...? Ashlynn: Why not just come out and say it? Like, “Gotcha, Mo the Mole!” Amos: Are we just goin' to take it easy? Goober: (slurp) Carver: Some “good stuff”, aye? This I gotta hear. Milly: Once we've got the money, we'll be able to get our information on the swordsmith! Nevan: We did it! Now we'll only need to pay two-thousand gold coins. Ashlynn: You heard the Mole, Hero. Let's go stand where he told us to. Amos: If Mo's a master of disguise, we're masters of seein' through disguises! Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Cole? That's the swordsmith's name, aye? Carver: He picked a lousy time to go on a quest. Now what do we do? Milly: So Cole went out looking for the legendary sword... Milly: But we've got the legendary sword right here... Where's Cole, then? And what is he up to? Nevan: Without a legendary swordsmith, it may well be impossible to repair the legendary sword. Ashlynn: Oh! So Welda was Cole the swordsmith's daughter, huh? Wonder where she is now... Amos: Maybe old Amos could shake up a Bloody Mucho or two! Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: Better let him be. Milly: It'd be a terrible shame to wake him, seeing as he's sleeping so peacefully. Nevan: The drink has got the better of him. Ashlynn: Keep quiet, people... Amos: He's sleepin' like a baby. Goober: Boiiing... Carver: Crikey. Hasn't he had enough? Milly: He's going to regret this in the morning... Nevan: We can't do anything for that gentleman. Ashlynn: I think I'd rather face Murdaw again than tend bar here. Amos: Maybe old Amos could shake up a Blurry Moon or two! Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: We gotta hand it to Mo, aye? He even had all the customers fooled. Milly: Mo the Mole really is a master of disguise. Nevan: Shall we repair to Mo's molehole? Ashlynn: How's this bar gonna get by without their part-time help? Amos: Old Amos has been inspired by Mo's antics. I fancy playin' dress-up too! Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: Whew, I'm beat. Trackin' down those three disguises was a real workout. Milly: Hey Hero, we've got the money we need, don't we? Nevan: Let's head to Mo's home and find out what he knows. Ashlynn: Hey, wasn't that kind of fun? I mean, searching for Mo and everything. Amos: Let's hope old Mo hasn't put on another disguise. Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Huh? He ain't back here!? Milly: But Mo told us to come to his house... Where could he have got to? Nevan: What shall we do? Without that information, we'll be stuck. Ashlynn: You don't think he, like, skipped out on us, do you? Amos: So yet again we're lookin' for Mo the Mole. Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: He ain't here because he's in the well, aye? Milly: Let's head for his house in the well, hurry! Nevan: It seems he has gone back to his home. Ashlynn: C'mon, let's go to Mo's place! Amos: I don't think he's lyin'. Goober: Boing! Carver: Grrr! I oughta reach down his gullet and get my fifty coins back! Milly: Hmph. I almost hope he chokes on it. Nevan: That man has gifted us profound wisdom. Ashlynn: Tee hee. Something tells me we're not the first to fall for his “information” scheme. Amos: Boozin' with money swindled from honest folks...<br> It makes my blood boil! Goober: (slurrrp) Carver: Drinkin' in the middle of the day, aye? Must be nice! Milly: Some generous type must have given him a few coins. Nevan: It seems he's busy pickling himself from sunrise to sunset. Ashlynn: Hey, wasn't that guy trying to sell some juicy info to people? The same way Mo does? Ashlynn: I wonder if it was any good... Amos: I wonder which he prefers – takin' other people's money or drinkin' it? Goober: Boing? (jiggle) Carver: I take it “home” ain't on the roof of this place. Milly: If this isn't Mo's home, then... Nevan: Did Mo the Mole have a home? Ashlynn: Where could Mo's home be...? Amos: Let's hire a rival muck-raker and get him to track down Mo. Goober: Boooing! Carver: Right! Let's pay him a visit! Milly: Let's head over there. Nevan: Let's go to Mo's home and see what he found out. Ashlynn: Say, remember that pretty lady in his house?<br> Do you think that was his wife? Amos: Let's get goin'! Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Geh! Come ON, folks! Shouldn't one of us be watchin' our finances!? Milly: There's nothing for it – we'll just have to gather the money and come back later. Nevan: We can't say we didn't know the fee. Ashlynn: Guess we'll be back later. Amos: Comin' all this way without two thousand gold coins is a bit embarrassin'. Goober: Boing... Carver: (sob) I, I ain't cryin'. I've just got somethin' in my eye... Milly: We can only hope that her father, Cole, is alive somewhere as well... Nevan: North of the hidden bar? Nevan: If Welda's not there, let's investigate the shrine to the north. Ashlynn: Wow! The daughter of the legendary swordsmith, huh? I wonder if she's all burly. Ashlynn: Say, didn't we speak with a lady up in that house? You think that was Welda? Amos: Sounds like this Welda's been through the ringer. Amos: This is a darn sight better than the information you get for fifty gold coins. Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: Does anybody NOT know Mo around here? Milly: He certainly is elusive... Nevan: She seems to have a soft spot for Mo. Ashlynn: I gotta say, Mo's more trustworthy than I would've figured. Amos: Mo's scratchy stubble was pretty alarmin'. Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: We'd better head over to Welda's house, aye? Milly: Let's go to that house, north of the bar! Milly: So Welda wasn't home... Milly: Could this mean that she's at the shrine to the north of town? Nevan: With Cole missing, it may prove difficult to get the legendary sword restored. Ashlynn: Clink! Clank! ♪ Swing the hammer! ♪ Bish! Bash! ♪ Hear it crash! ♪ Ashlynn: ...Wait, why'd that pop into my head? I don't even remember where I heard it. Amos: Is that legendary sword goin' to get reworked? Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: I reckon I haven't been home in donkey's years, either. Wait... What's a donkey's year? Milly: Paying your respects to departed loved ones is important. Nevan: It's important to always carry those we have lost in our hearts. Ashlynn: I guess Welda, like, visits her mom's grave pretty often, huh? Amos: Let's head to the shrine up north where Ethyl's grave is located. Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: I sure ain't plannin' on moving here. Milly: I'm sure it's simply heavenly if you become accustomed to it...but I just don't think I ever could. Nevan: We cannot afford to settle down until we've brought peace back to the world. Ashlynn: Yeah, I'll pass on this place. Amos: Anyone who thinks this place is paradise could probably never be a friend of ours. Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: This is kinda our fault a little, aye? Milly: Mo was in disguise, so that man probably doesn't even know who he actually hired. Nevan: It seems Mo has left this bar in the lurch. Ashlynn: Hmm... We'd probably better not tell him the truth, huh? Amos: Maybe we could tell him where Mo is – for two thousand gold coins! Or maybe not... Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Crikey. What a friendly fellow... Milly: This kind of behaviour is exactly what you'd expect in a town like this. Nevan: There's no use arguing with that man. Ashlynn: I bet someone else'll start squatting here the moment that guy leaves, too. Amos: We could send him packin', but what's the point? Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: Nobody's home, aye...? Milly: Welda doesn't seem to be here. Nevan: Mo told us that if Welda wasn't here, we should check at the shrine to the north. Ashlynn: Wow, look at all these tools! Ashlynn: So this is what a swordsmith's forge looks like? Neat. Amos: This looks like a real man's workplace and no mistake! Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: Him and everyone else in the room, aye? Milly: Men's delusions are actually rather endearing. Nevan: It's fascinating to see a fan's infatuation... Ashlynn: Tee hee! Riiight. Sure she does. Amos: Lady Seductra was eyein' up old Amos! ...Wasn't she!? Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: Whoa. I think I actually heard his heart break. Milly: I think we should have humoured him, Hero. Nevan: It seems his imagination ran away with him. Ashlynn: He needs to cheer up and enjoy himself! Amos: Lady Seductra was eyein' up old Amos! ...Wasn't she!? Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: Felonia Castle, aye? The old king there was pretty rough on folks, I reckon. Milly: ............ Nevan: I fear she suffered unimaginable hardship. Ashlynn: Wow! That girl used to be in Felonia, huh? Amos: A wakin' nightmare? I hope she can forget it. Goober: Boing... Carver: Huh. A graveyard, aye? Milly: It seems that there's nobody here. Nevan: I can sense all the departed souls who rest in this cemetery. Ashlynn: This place is kinda creepy. It's, like, too quiet. Amos: Th-This is a graveyard. There's no one here, right? Goober: Boing... Carver: Uh...hmm. I dunno what to say to that, Hero. Do you? Milly: The legendary sword seems to have changed that swordsmith's life. Nevan: So this must be where Welda's mother rests. Ashlynn: Wow. Sounds like there's some bad blood between Welda and her dad, huh? Amos: So Welda's old man did pass on his swordsmith skills to his daughter... Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: So, uh, maybe we oughta just show the thing to her? Milly: Poor Welda, her emotions seem to be getting the better of her... Nevan: Welda's not a woman to be lied to. Ashlynn: For crying out loud – show her the sword! Amos: This is no time for tellin' fibs! Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: She's gone, Hero. Now what? Milly: Poor Welda... She probably never wants to see that sword again. Unless... Nevan: Perhaps it was hoping for too much to think that Welda would agree to fix the sword. Ashlynn: She's not exactly a fan of that sword, either, huh? Amos: I propose we follow Welda and let her give us an earful if she must. Goober: Boi-oing! {{spoiler|end}}
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