Hello,
I was wondering if anyone can quote me the full text of what is written on the Nameless One's back (and on the wall of his tomb). I've played through the game (a couple of times), but a friend borrowed the disks and never returned them, so I can't just boot the game and check. If someone could post it here, that would be really helpful.
Thanks!
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This is the text on the wall of TNO's tomb in the order I read it:
So they said - You have been divided. You are one of many men. You bear many names, and each has left their scars on your flesh.
LOST ONE...IMMORTAL ONE...INCARNATION'S END...MAN OF A THOUSAND DEATHS...THE ONE DOOMED TO LIFE...RESTLESS ONE...ONE OF MANY...THE ONE WHOM LIFE HOLDS PRISONER...THE BRINGER OF SHADOWS...THE WOUNDED ONE...MISERY BRINGER...YEMETH...
Fear names. Names have power in identity. Others can use names as weapons. Names are a hook that can be used to track you across the planes. Remain nameless, and you shall be safe.
There is nothing that can be done. Memories are gone, perhaps never to return. With every death I lose a part of me.
How can one be immortal and still die?
He told me that my mind is weakening with every death. I asked him how this could be, but he could not answer. He was of no use. I butchered him, so that no other incarnation would benefit from his uselessness.
I have lost lifetimes because of my killer. I cannot decieve him, so I must kill him. I tried to throw him off the scent. I left false bodies, tailored in such a way to placate him. I roamed the most outer planes, hoping to use distance as a shield. I built this tomb filled with traps to try and kill the killer. I hid.
All I bought was time. The attacks inevitably began, with more fury than before. Deceptions are useless. Somehow, the killer always knows that I live. And no matter where on the planes I hide, he finds me...eventually.
I suspect that we will continue to die and be reborn until we finally get our life *right*. I do not know what we have to do to bring that about, though. And therein lies the frustration.
Is it some sort of karmic cycle? As I gather, some incarnations have committed terrible crimes but also there have been a number of incarnations where we have labored to do nothing but good. Are these incarnations intended as punishment? I don't know. And that is the only real truth I can offer in these carvings: I do not know.
At what point does the *I* get separated from the *we*? At what point am I freed of the shackles of these other incarnations? At what point am I allowed to be *me*, without the weight of these past lives?
It is extremely important to record your journeys so that you might learn from them. The greater need, however, is that the sources of information you use to uncover this mystery need to be protected whent they are found. If key figures, documents, or oracles are somehow removed, either by death or destruction, then you will never know who or what you are or how you came to be this way.
This inscription reads like the directions on your back that Morte read to you in the Mortuary:
I know you feel like you've been drinking a few kegs of Styx wash, but you need to CENTER yourself. Among your possessions is a JOURNAL that'll shed some light on the dark of the matter. PHAROD can fill you in on the rest of the chant, if he's not in the dead-book already.
Don't lose the journal or we'll be up the Styx again. And whatever you do, DO NOT tell anyone WHO you are or WHAT happens to you, or they'll put you on a quick pilgrimage to the crematorium. Do what I tell you: READ the journal, then find PHAROD.
To your surprise, there's one more line - one that Morte didn't read to you in the Mortuary: 'Don't trust the skull.'
So they said - You have been divided. You are one of many men. You bear many names, and each has left their scars on your flesh.
LOST ONE...IMMORTAL ONE...INCARNATION'S END...MAN OF A THOUSAND DEATHS...THE ONE DOOMED TO LIFE...RESTLESS ONE...ONE OF MANY...THE ONE WHOM LIFE HOLDS PRISONER...THE BRINGER OF SHADOWS...THE WOUNDED ONE...MISERY BRINGER...YEMETH...
Fear names. Names have power in identity. Others can use names as weapons. Names are a hook that can be used to track you across the planes. Remain nameless, and you shall be safe.
There is nothing that can be done. Memories are gone, perhaps never to return. With every death I lose a part of me.
How can one be immortal and still die?
He told me that my mind is weakening with every death. I asked him how this could be, but he could not answer. He was of no use. I butchered him, so that no other incarnation would benefit from his uselessness.
I have lost lifetimes because of my killer. I cannot decieve him, so I must kill him. I tried to throw him off the scent. I left false bodies, tailored in such a way to placate him. I roamed the most outer planes, hoping to use distance as a shield. I built this tomb filled with traps to try and kill the killer. I hid.
All I bought was time. The attacks inevitably began, with more fury than before. Deceptions are useless. Somehow, the killer always knows that I live. And no matter where on the planes I hide, he finds me...eventually.
I suspect that we will continue to die and be reborn until we finally get our life *right*. I do not know what we have to do to bring that about, though. And therein lies the frustration.
Is it some sort of karmic cycle? As I gather, some incarnations have committed terrible crimes but also there have been a number of incarnations where we have labored to do nothing but good. Are these incarnations intended as punishment? I don't know. And that is the only real truth I can offer in these carvings: I do not know.
At what point does the *I* get separated from the *we*? At what point am I freed of the shackles of these other incarnations? At what point am I allowed to be *me*, without the weight of these past lives?
It is extremely important to record your journeys so that you might learn from them. The greater need, however, is that the sources of information you use to uncover this mystery need to be protected whent they are found. If key figures, documents, or oracles are somehow removed, either by death or destruction, then you will never know who or what you are or how you came to be this way.
This inscription reads like the directions on your back that Morte read to you in the Mortuary:
I know you feel like you've been drinking a few kegs of Styx wash, but you need to CENTER yourself. Among your possessions is a JOURNAL that'll shed some light on the dark of the matter. PHAROD can fill you in on the rest of the chant, if he's not in the dead-book already.
Don't lose the journal or we'll be up the Styx again. And whatever you do, DO NOT tell anyone WHO you are or WHAT happens to you, or they'll put you on a quick pilgrimage to the crematorium. Do what I tell you: READ the journal, then find PHAROD.
To your surprise, there's one more line - one that Morte didn't read to you in the Mortuary: 'Don't trust the skull.'