1.Hump: What do ya need, ya parasite? click to expand contents

1.Hump: Ya don't look too good. What of it, they decked ya or somethin'? click to expand contents

1.Hump: Everyone's gonna need blood now. Some expensive good that'll be... click to expand contents

1.Hump: Whatcha lookin' at? click to expand contents

1.Hump: You face looks familiar. click to expand contents

1.Hump: Well? You got it? No tail behind you? click to expand contents

1.Executor: Right, Burakh, you are almost dead. You have but a few minutes left to live. Of this I speak to you solemnly. click to expand contents

1.Executor: Go, you have a few glorious deed to perform. click to expand contents

1.Executor: Welcome to your hometown, hierophant. It's been a long time since you've been here. You probably won't remember the harsh stench of twyre in the air... Yes... You know why they attacked you? click to expand contents

1.Executor: In fact, all of them are disgusting... You should not put too much effort in them, just think about yourself. click to expand contents

1.Tragedian: Are you Big Vlad, the owner of this house? click to expand contents

1.Tragedian: How long do I have to wait till eleven? It gets darker at seven, by the way. click to expand contents

1.Tragedian: Please, enter, most honourable one. I dare not go in front of you. click to expand contents

1.Worker: You helped me outta there, friend... Why didn't you finish me off? click to expand contents

1.Worker: What can I do for ya, man? What do ya need? click to expand contents

1.Some git: Who are you? What's your business over here? Gatherin' twyre, are ya? click to expand contents

1.Patrol guard: Well, well... Why have you come, mate? click to expand contents

1.Patrol guard: Who the hell are you? Stay where you stand! Hey, over here! click to expand contents

1.Dancer: I recognize your smell. You smell of autumn earth and of the smoke that comes from burning leaves. click to expand contents

1.Worm: Here goes the Hierophant, who knows the lines. Would you do me a favour, I'll pay you back in kind. click to expand contents

1.Worm: So what do you say, Hierophant? click to expand contents

1.Butcher: Why have you come, child of Boddho? click to expand contents

1.Robber: Well? What the hell is your nose pokin' around 'ere? click to expand contents

1.Robber: Oh, 'ere goes the leather bag! Gryph dropped us a message you is with us, right? click to expand contents

1.Teenager: Well, what 'ave you come for? Wanna bury yourself? click to expand contents

1.Teenager: Foooh... There we are! Strange, that it's locked. That means that they either haven't come yet, or must have gone away for the lockpick. Do you have a lockpick? click to expand contents

1.Teenager: Well, what are ya waitin' for? Come on! Break it! Oh, damn hard you are, hard as nail, man... click to expand contents

1.Butcher: You are your father's son, Perceiver of Lines, you know how to free flesh. Open this woman for us. click to expand contents

1.Butcher: You are your father's son, Perceiver of Lines, you know how to free flesh. You've opened this woman. click to expand contents

1.Butcher: You are your father's son, Perceiver of Lines, you know how to free flesh. Open this woman for us. click to expand contents

1.Earth Bride: Are you the only son of oinon Burakh, the eldest in the family and heir to the leadership in the Order? click to expand contents

1.Earth Bride: I will do your will, Burakh. click to expand contents

1.Vera: Do you need something special, young Burakh? I must obey you, I am daughter of Boddho. But the locals call me Vera. click to expand contents

1.Vera: Why are you here? click to expand contents

1.Vera: Why aren't you leaving? click to expand contents

1.Rat Prophet: Ain't it Burakh? Burakh, Burakh it is... What were you counting on? click to expand contents

1.Worm: We called for Burakh, and Burakh came. Open this bull for us. click to expand contents

1.Worm: Do you want to open a bull for us? click to expand contents

1.Worm: We will wait for your hour, oinon... click to expand contents

1.Worm: We called for Burakh, and Burakh came. Open this bull for us. click to expand contents

1.Worm: Do you want to open a bull for us? click to expand contents

1.Worm: We will wait for your hour, oinon... click to expand contents

1.Rat Prophet: Do you want to hear your father? He won't talk to you. He isn't pleased with you. I cannot summon him, that is not within my power. click to expand contents

1.Young man: Oh, and you are here on the same matters? We are waiting. I hope we'll be able to render her harmless in one blow. We'll sort of chop her spine with a scalpel, metaphorically speaking. click to expand contents

1.Young man: Victor will make the blow. He knows how to calm this... emissary down. click to expand contents

1.Young man: No, no, I don't understand anything here. All questions over to him. But... He probably won't say much more than me. I'm here only because I'm his friend. click to expand contents

1.Patrol guard: Justice and objectivity. These are the rules that a lawful emissary of the Authorities follows. click to expand contents

1.Executor: Please speak to the one in charge, most respectable one. I don't have the required clearance. I am a decorative element, so to speak. click to expand contents

1.Executor: Hey, look who's here! Isn't it Haruspicus, the main comic of the town! click to expand contents

1.Executor: Get outta here, Ripper. You'll be sorry for ever coming here. click to expand contents

1.Patrol guard: Ya 'ave some matters, or what? If not, ya ain't allowed to stand there. click to expand contents

1.Worm: You've come? click to expand contents

1.Worm: You've come? click to expand contents

1.Executor: Please welcome! Haruspicus Artemiy Burakh, the Ripper of our fate. So, everything went fine did it? click to expand contents

1.Executor: Well, it turned out great! Good job. I would make a great bearer of the disease, the Bachelor would be real happy. Should I go and turn myself in to him, until its too late? Cause he is a sorry sight without his witch... click to expand contents

1.Doghead: Whatever you do - don't touch me, you is a brutal bloke... click to expand contents

1.Pudge: Hey, man, how ya doin'? click to expand contents

1.Doghead: Heh! We didn't expect you... we can't deal with you. Have you seen Spichka, daddy? click to expand contents

1.Doghead: We are the Dogheads, Khan's warriors! Whoever crosses us, will be shredded into pieces! click to expand contents

1.Teenager: Well? What do we do? click to expand contents

1.Teenager: Oh! Ripper! I'm Stub, remember? click to expand contents

1.Teenager: I can't find Spichka! He probably lit up some fires Stone Yard or the Knots and came back home afterwards, that is if they didn't beat him up or anything. Interesting, what did he manage to find out. click to expand contents

1.Girl: Wait! Don't go any further! There's an ambush! click to expand contents

1.Girl: They aren't taking me with them! The closed the door! So they'll be sorry about it. click to expand contents

1.Butcher: The heat of Suok warms you, oinon... click to expand contents

1.Worm: You see? He is dying. You cannot come closer, neither can you touch. Don't even try it, you won't be able to. How to touch him, you are not the Elder yet, not the Hierophant. click to expand contents

1.Worm: Your hour may come and it may not. You are not the Elder yet, not a Hierophant. click to expand contents

1.Worm: You see? He is dying. What did the children say, the heirs, the organs of the White Mistress. click to expand contents

1.Officer: I'm listening. click to expand contents

1.Executor: Come to us, soul. Look, we've readied the boards already. click to expand contents

1.Doghead: What do you want, Burakh? click to expand contents

1.Officer: I'm listening. click to expand contents

1.Officer: Destruction of anything that poses a threat to the country is our job. We do our job - regardless of any, who try to stop us. click to expand contents

1.Disinfectionist: Come by! There is nothing to look at here. It's all happened anyway. Hey, over there! Block the roads, tell Patroclus to send a rifle squad! click to expand contents

1.Disinfectionist: This area will be surrounded soon. Leave. click to expand contents

1.Executor: You've come too early. The Queens are going to meet to decide this wretched town's fate at seven o'clock. The Cathedral is closed until then. click to expand contents

1.Executor: Are all the people that you are responsible for alive? click to expand contents

1.Executor: Enter, Haruspicus. The meeting awaits your decision. The Queens have paralyzed each other. A tragic stalemate is threatening the game at the moment. You are a pawn, that's become a queen. Finish it, it is endgame! click to expand contents

1.Executor: You are not allowed in here, Burakh. Some of our actors are still guarding the doors of our constant audience. Regular audience, so to say So the Theatre is closed! click to expand contents

1.Executor: Why are you so slow? Come in! Even we don't have the power over local time. click to expand contents

1.Executor: No, no, no...That won't do. You received the invititation from the Authorities? So why didn't you visit the Inner Chamber of the Mirror Tower? It's interesting there. Go see it, go see it... And then get back to us. Otherwise the sensations will be different. click to expand contents

1.Child: Look, look! It's the Haruspicus! He's so big! How did you find us? Wao, just as if he were alive... And angry, too... click to expand contents

1.Child: You see, doll? That's what we've done. Turned out to be great! We've never managed to create such worlds before. Magic world. We've planted it and here that's what has grown up. But now everything get's rotten. click to expand contents

1.Little girl: Don't be so upset. Being a toy isn't all that bad. click to expand contents

1.Executor: These children are no less dolls than the hero. The real game is between you and us. click to expand contents

1.Executor: You don't have to do any of this. click to expand contents

1.Tragedian: You see how sad our fate is. We put all our hopes in you! We are poor actors, who hoped you'd be the director of a new pantomime, because the old one is so boring. You turned out to be a doll... click to expand contents

1.Tragedian: You don't have to do any of this. click to expand contents

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