Phrakk
| Fleshshaper Phrakk | |
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| Character Type | Merchant |
| Affiliation | Neutral |
| Status | Alive |
| Added in Version | 1.1.0.0 |
Location
Phrakk can be found at his clinic in Harko Village.
Contracts
| Contract |
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| Urgent Request |
Dialogue
Fleshshaper Phrakk: Come in, Powindah, come in. State your prurpose before my fricassee grows cold... It is barely edible when hot.
Fleshshaper Phrakk: One would think that in an Imperium of a million worlds, some culinary aptitude would have developed somewhere...
Fleshshaper Phrakk: What I wouldn't give for a proper bowl of klvavna-ga or even a plate of borx, steaming, rare, and glowing like the fires of Arallu.
Fleshshaper Phrakk: What was it you wanted again? State your business or begone! My fricasssee grows cold. Thirteen! Where are you hiding, damnit?!
Player:
1. Got anything that needs doing?
2. (Requires 5000 solaris) I wish to alter my appearance. -Ends dialogue
3. I'd like to ask you about something else.
4. Goodbye - Ends dialogue
---Option 1---
Fleshshaper Phrakk:
[1] Can you take directions, Powindah? You wastelanders have failed me many times before. Never mind, I can't expect a truthful answer from your ilk.
But it just so happens that there is a matter that could benefit from the attention of one with your rough skills. A packaged of mine is overdue.
Player:
1. (Accept Contract) Tell me about this package you need. -Begins Urgent Request
2. Actually, I'll pass. Working with you sounds like a nightmare. -Ends dialogue
---Option 3---
Fleshshaper Phrakk:
[3] I'm sure you would. What now?
Player:
1. Tell me about yourself.
2. Who is Thirteen?
3. I don't have any other questions. -Returns to beginning
Fleshshaper Phrakk:
[1] Give me all your money.
[2] Thirteen is my pleasure thrall and servant. I don't know what his given name was before I changed him to her, but it's Thirteen now.
Player:
1.1 I haven't purchased anything. Have I? I don't understand.
1.2 I'm not giving you anything.
1.3 Drop dead, out-freyn.
2.1 Why Thirteen?
2.2 You have a pleasure thrall?
2.3 Appalling. We're talking about a person, not a head of cattle!
Fleshshaper Phrakk:
[1.1] Of course you don't. For you, there is only the tiny piece of the sky your Emperor permits you to see.
As if everything you knew about the universe was gleaned through a keyhole.
But there is more out there--beyond the light of your Imperium.
[1.2] But you have already given me everything, creature - I see it written on your face.
You swim in deeper pools than you know. And the currents of intrigue run deeply.
You must take care, lest you be pulled under by the weight of your burden.
[1.3] 'Out-freyn' is not the insult you think it to be, Imperial. It is a badge of honor to be called 'outsider' within this stagnant backwater Empire.
Or 'Imperium' as you prefer. As if shit by another name smells any better.
[2.1] Because she displeased me twelve times. -Ends dialogue
[2.2] Any why not? I have appetites other than food. A lucky thing for Thirteen, because she is a terrible cook. -Ends dialogue
[2.3] If that is a comment about my body habitus of stature, it is neither quick-witted nor amusing.
And I would think twice before insulting one who shapes flesh, lest they alter other bits as well - for amusement... -Ends dialogue
Player:
[1.1] Tell me. What's out there?
[1.2] What is my burden?
[1.3] You prattle on, Tleilaxu. Tell me something useful.
Fleshshaper Phrakk: I'll tell you this and this only. In my culture, information is a currency more valuable than gold. We don't just give it away.
Player:
1. I'm not going to pay you for information.
2. Keep your secrets, little man. I don't care what you think you know.
3. How do I know if your secret is worth it?
Fleshshaper Phrakk:
[1 & 2] Then change your face and begone! I tire of this exchange, Thirteen? Thirteen, where the hell are you? -Returns to beginning
[3] Did Eve know what the apple would taste like before she took that first bite?
No, idiot. There are no free samples. Thirteen? Thirteen, where the hell are you? Our guest was just leaving. -Returns to beginning
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