Nim: I don't like the look of this.
Lux: We all have to die some time.
Nim: Yes. But I'd prefer not right now.
Valerious: Berek, you will always be my captain and I will never forget what you have taught me. Especially this last lesson.
Berek: And what lesson is that?
Valerious: To recognize...
[holds up the feather from Berek's helmet, showing he could have cut his head off, but didn't]
Valerious: When it is time to sheathe your sword... for good.
Galtar: Any word of Berek on one of your travels?
Valerious: Do not put your faith in him, your Majesty. Any hope of saving Izmer will come from the King's Guard, and the strength of our steel.
Damodar: The forces of evil hear the call of the orb... they wait to pick the rotting dead carcass of Izmer.
Wicked Doctor: Good times.
Klaxx: Lord Damodar, may I assume that it is your hope to reunite the Orb's power with Faluzure, and unleash its fury upon the land?
Damodar: You may count on it.
Klaxx: I would be dismayed if such misery was spread over the land, without my contribution.
Damodar: I have broken your paltry spell. You are right to cower before me. It is good practice for the coming age. For I am Damodar. My master, Profion, cursed me to return as a corpse-creature should I fail him, which I did not! He was killed before the damnation could be removed. For one hundred years, my sole companion was unbearable agony. But now I am whole again, and the Orb of Faluzure is mine. I will annihilate the descendants of those who defeated me. When the almighty and all-encompassing power of the Night Dragon awakes, he will grant me a boon! And I will rain down my revenge on you.