Нетопырь Денатрий

You will all suffer!

I will cut you down!

None will survive!

Pain cleanses the soul.

Scream for me!

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My warmest greetings to you.

Your prowess delights me.

A mistake?

My reign is everlasting!

Accept my gratitude.

Terribly sorry.

I surrender.

Let your penance begin!

I have little time.

Skewer, slice, or slash? How to decide…

What to do, what to do…

Hm…

I am getting low on cards.

All out of cards!

I need a weapon.

I must have more mana.

It cannot attack yet.

Me? I already attacked.

It is not ready.

My hand is too full.

There is no space.

That one hides from my gaze.

I cannot play that.

It is beyond my reach.

Another fool is taunting me.

Absolutely not.

Let us bring some poor, troubled souls the sweet mercy of atonement.

Happy New Year!

Oh, it started ages ago…

This shall be a… jolly atonement! Hah!

Fascinating!

Happy New Year!

Hm, everything's on fire. Shall we carry on as usual then?

Ya regular pirates are nothin' but scurvy scum next to ghost pirate Denathrius!

Be warned—we venthyr are restless this time of year.

Be quick, so I can return to abolishing the horrid pastels of Noblegarden.

Hah, you couldn't be warm if you tried.

You will regret your insolence.