Excerpts from dialogue written for Hildi de Chérin, a playable character for a stealth / RPG set in French Medieval Times. Hildi is a girl born in nobility who left it all to search for her vanished father. Along the way, she teams up with Jan, a modest-born young man who becomes a friend of sorts, and faces men sworn to her number one suspect in her father’s disappearance, the Count of Burgundy. Her character sheet can be accessed here.
An argument between the two main characters
Context: Fleeing from the soldiers of the Count of Burgundy after a near confrontation, Jan and Hildi finally reached an abandoned solicitor’s study. Hildi wants to search for clues concerning her father’s disappearance, whereas Jan wants to move on. This dialogue takes place while Hildi is searching the office, ignoring Jan’s wish. As the dialogue (and the search of the office) unfolds, noises suggesting that their pursuers haven’t given up start to be heard. The noises and the dialogue accelerate the pacing of the room search, enhancing tension and encouraging the player to accelerate their actions.
Speaker | Line | Tone/Intention |
Jan | Come on, we need to be on our merry way. | |
Hildi | A moment, please. This could be important. | |
Jan | It could, but is it? | |
Jan | Personally, I prefer my throat uncut to old papers. | |
Hildi | They’re actually not this old… This is dated from last week. | |
Hildi | Apparently, this… Étienne… demanded an account of all my family’s properties… | |
Jan | Must’ve taken a while. Now can we go? | In a sigh, annoyed |
Hildi | Do you have better things to do? Robbing a merchant perhaps? | Claps the book she’s reading closed, snaps at Jan |
Jan | Actually, no. And you know why? Because there are no convoys to be robbed anymore, because everyone is fucking dead from the Plague. Or from your little friends out there. | |
Hildi | They’re not my friends! | |
Jan | No? You sure talk a lot about them. | |
Hildi | Don’t you see what this means? | Re-opens the book |
Jan | Seeing is one thing, reading is another, not everyone is all “educated” and fancy. | |
Hildi | They lost him! My father must’ve escaped somehow, and… | |
Jan | And I really couldn’t care less right now. | Focused on the noises outside. |
Hildi | That changes a lot of things. Oh, I might need to sit. | Scoffs |
Jan | What’s that supposed to mean? | |
Hildi | Remind me, who alerted the guards in the first place? You did. And for what? For some gold! So, coins are worth risking our lives but my father isn’t? | Disdainful |
Jan | Gold, I’ll have you know, can be very useful for staying alive. But I don’t expect m’lady to understand that, given she probably doesn’t know the price of a loaf of bread. | Ironic |
Hildi | You may go if you’re so afraid. I never asked for your company. | |
Jan | Great! You and your fat pigeon can get lost. I’m out of here. | |
Hildi | Esme’s a falcon, you wally! | |
Jan | I hope she shits on your sheets! | Opens the door, catching a glimpse of soldiers down the hill |
Following this sequence, Jan escapes in extremis but Hildi is captured. He considers going on on his own but changes his mind and goes back to try and help Hildi. They meet again later, after Hildi (the player) has almost freed herself from the Burgundy soldiers.
Reflecting on a character’s backstory and relationship to his family
Jan and Hildi progress in a seemingly tranquil patch of meadow. Jan is initially a bit further ahead, but starts to walk more slowly. Past a certain point of the map, he starts scratching his own wrist, somewhere we know lays a distinctive tattoo worn by his former gang members. A way to ensure nobody ever truly leaves the gang.
Speaker | Line | Tone/Intention |
Hildi | How are you faring? | |
Jan | By foot, as you can see. | |
Hildi | Ha ha. You know what I mean. | |
Hildi | What are you afraid of? Everything is peaceful… | |
Hildi | If foes come our way, we’ll see them coming. | |
Hildi | And it’s nice to see some wheat that hasn’t burned. | |
Jan | I’m fine. Just tired. | Tense, wants her to drop the subject |
Hildi | That sounds like a lie. | |
Jan | Well I am a liar, aren’t I? Along with a number of other things, too. | |
Hildi | Is this about your… former friends? Are you afraid we’d cross paths with them? | |
Jan | No. It’s just… | |
Hildi | It’s what? If there’s danger ahead, I’d like to know. | |
Hildi | I always hated surprises as a kid. | |
Jan | Yes, you sound like that type. | |
Jan | Since you won’t stop pestering… | |
Jan | I grew up here. Around. Not sure where exactly. | |
Jan | It’s… been a while. | |
Hildi | Did you… run away? | Concerned, empathetic |
Jan | No, it’s nothing like that. The truth is… | |
Jan | I ran because I wanted to be an adventurer, not a farmer. | Ashamed |
Jan | And I got adventure alright. | Bitter |
Jan | My mum… I just hope she’s okay. | |
Hildi | We could pay her a call. | |
Jan | Visit her? With that mark on me arm? You want her to cry on top of it all? | |
Hildi | I see… | |
Hildi | I could… I guess I could lend you my glove. | |
Hildi | It’d cover up the tattoo. | |
Jan | You’d let me carry Esme? | Bewildered |
Hildi | No, you’d be too bad at it! The deception wouldn’t hold for a minute. | Laughing |
Hildi | We could pretend you’re my apprentice. | |
Hildi | I would make an excellent teacher. | |
Jan | Perhaps you would, too. |
Object discovery / Reminiscing
Item name: Galba Truncatula
Item description: The Galba is a type of mollusk that’s also known as the Pond Snail. When he was little, Jan dreamed of scouring the seas, and so he would collect anything related with the sea. He traded this particular shell a long time ago with a merchant who claimed he had visited faraway lands. But later on he discovered from a local fishmonger that this shell couldn’t have come from the sea and he felt betrayed.
Context of discovery: During Jan and Hildi’s visit at the farm of Jan’s mother , Jan revisits what little childhood memories he has around the house. In the common room, where all children sleep next to the hearth, his old bed is still here, though occupied by a younger sibling. But a carving he’s done here remains, along with a shell that Jan used to treasure.
Speaker | Line | Tone/Intention |
Hildi | What’s this? | Curious |
Jan | I remember this. It’s… it’s actually a snail shell. | Disbelieving that it’s still there after all these years. |
Jan | I used to love everythin’ from the sea. | |
Jan | So this… This was my treasure, the promise that one day, I’d go on an adventure. | |
Jan | I traded a knife for this. Mum was… not pleased. | |
Jan | And guess what? Probably came from the pond nearby. This is no sea snail. | |
Jan | It’s… strange, to think it stood here all this time. | |
Hildi | Will you take it with you? | |
Jan | I mean… Not like it’s of use to anyone around here, right? | « Playing it cool », like it doesn’t mean anything to him. |
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