Illyria:
The moon is full. Werewolves must surely be out tonight, attacking innocents, ruining lives, causing chaos all over.

Haer'Dalis:
A harrowing image you conjure, Illyria.

Illyria:
Do you enjoy that idea, Haer'Dalis?

Haer'Dalis:
Enjoy chaos? Need thou truly to ask, petrel?

Illyria:
Perhaps not. I... I do not understand how you could enjoy the ruination of lives, nor the gory death of so many happy people.

Haer'Dalis:
I take no joy in death; I but marvel at its silken feel.

Illyria:
That makes no sense - death has no texture, no...

Haer'Dalis:
Does it not? In death's embrace, do you not feel it as silk, wrapping around you to take you to yet another plane of existance?

Illyria:
Death is... smooth?

Haer'Dalis:
In a way, perhaps. But the hour grows late; let us retire from conversation and move on.



Illyria:
So, Aerie, my dear... have you ever bedded a man?

Aerie:
(She blushes furiously.) I'm not going to answer that question, Illyria!

Illyria:
So our broken bird has not partaken in pleasure with a man, then? What a surprise.

Illyria:
Unless... Aerie, do you like *women*? A lady like you, really, dear! What a disgrace.

Aerie:
S-stop! I've no wish to hear your vile spoutings, Illyria! Leave me alone!

Illyria:
(Smirk) So you do not deny it, my broken bird? You have a penchant for women?

Aerie:
No, I do not!

Illyria:
Ah, what a shame... and I could have shown you what it is like to be a real woman, Aerie...

If in romance, and has had sex, Aerie:
If you must know, Illyria, <CHARNAME> and I...

If in romance, and has had sex, Illyria:
Ah. I suspected as much. How pathetic.

If in romance, and has had sex, Aerie:
It is not pathetic! I love <CHARNAME>, and <PRO_HESHE> loves me! Now, leave me a-alone!

Otherwise, Aerie:
Illyria!

Otherwise, Illyria:
What a shame.



Anomen:
I do not like the way your perspective has turned, Illyria. You have become a vile creature of darkness, and I will not listen to your disgusting prattle!

Illyria:
Oh, you do not have to, Anomen!

Anomen:
I don't?

Illyria:
Of course not! You could cover your ears.

Anomen:
Say one more thing, fiend, and you will find yourself quickly regretting it!

Illyria:
I think not, little man. You are quite in your rights to crawl to <CHARNAME>, to your Order, but I will never crawl to you. Remember that.

Anomen:
I am warning you, demon. One more act of darkness, and I will slaughter you where you stand, whatever the circumstance!

Illyria:
Wonderful. I simply cannot wait, Anomen, dear.



Jaheira:
So how are you feeling today, Illyria? Murderous, or aching for the touch of a man?

Illyria:
I take what I want, Jaheira, and I would never divulge my wants to you. Unless, of course, that is what you wanted, as well. (Smirk)

Jaheira:
You disgust me, L'Sirr. You are an abomination, and you have warped this poor girl to something of inestimable evil. I will not stand for it, and if I get the chance, I will be sure to end her suffering!

Illyria:
L'Sirr no longer exists, foolish druid, just as the Illyria you knew is dead. Fight me if you will - I will be sure to make a lovely necklace from your hair. I am sure it would be quite... striking.

Jaheira:
You are pathetic, Illyria, if you think you can beguile me into cowardice.

Illyria:
I was not threatening you, merely informing you of what would happen if you were to fight me. Do not underestimate me, Jaheira.

Jaheira:
And do not underestimate me, girl. Do not underestimate me.



Illyria:
Cernd, I have been thinking...

Cernd:
A novel occurance.

Illyria:
Perhaps I should become a druid, and serve the Mother! Just think of the bloodshed I could commit in her name... and all for such a very good cause, as well.

Cernd:
You are a panther, Illyria, just waiting for the right time to strike, aren't you? I'm afraid I can't tell you what you would love to hear. Druids to not kill out of choice, we do it in service to the Mother, not out of some obscure need for bloodlust.

Cernd:
Perhaps you could, however, become a Shadow Druid. I hear they have need of one such as you, a destroyer of nations.

Illyria:
You flatter me, Cernd! Perhaps I will think on it. The Shadow Druids would do well with my help; we could do so much good in the name of the Mother.

Cernd:
You mean to say, in the name of Loviatar, or Shar, or whatever dark goddess you now worship. You cannot fool me, nor could you fool any, Illyria. You are an abomination, a creature created from the unholy fusion of souls. You yourself are an affront to nature, and yet you would seek to defend it?

Cernd:
Ah, but of course - I was forgetting the reason. Your bloodlust cannot be satiated, L'Sirr. It will continue until you die, unchecked, if you are not careful.

Illyria:
And why would I want to be careful? Killing is so satisfying... so invigorating. I would not give it up for the world. 



Edwin:
Come now, girl, surely you cannot deny me a rare glimpse into your nature?

Illyria:
Oh, but it is so easy, Edwin. And it is so very amusing to watch you beg.

Edwin:
Surely the amulet is not worth that to you? (Bah, it is almost not worth it! But I must have the amulet... just think of the power it must contain!)

Illyria:
No.

Illyria:
It is worth far more than your life, your soul, and that of a million others. I am unique. And I will not become a specimen for your perusal, nor your lab rat.

Edwin:
I could not tempt you?

Illyria:
No chance in hell, Edwin. No chance in hell.



Nalia:
Illyria, how can you be so callous? That poor man only wanted money for his children, and you had to scorn and ridicule him as though he was the man least deserving. It is lucky I procured food for them, or I'm sure they would have starved.

Illyria:
No - it is a shame you procured food for them, because now they will survive. It is the rule of survival, mageling.

Nalia:
I am no mageling, Illyria. And what is this rule of survival you speak of? The strong survive, and the weak die off? Is that it?

Illyria:
No. Those who cannot fend for themselves deserve to die. If there were not people such as yourself, your pathetic society could be so much stronger.

Nalia:
That's exactly what I said, Illyria - the strong survive, and the weak die off. I'm not stupid, unlike some I have the unpleasant acquaintance of.

Illyria:
There is a subtle difference, Nalia. I would think on it before you speak to me next, or I may be forced to disillusion you about several unfortunate fantasies of yours.
