Malor: Greetings, human Player. My patience with your kind is limited, so speak quickly and choose your words well.
Malor: I am the true leader of all djinn - perhaps not by birth, but certainly by merit. One day all djinn will come to recognise that I alone deserve to be king.
Malor: We are strong and proud. One day we will take our rightful place on the throne of creation, and your vulgar race will either serve us or perish. ...
Malor: Nothing personal, human. It is a natural process. And you humans will find that the djinn can be just masters.
Malor: We are djinn! The true djinn! Those who have not let themselves be fooled by the silver-tongued blathering of that perfidious snake called Daraman.
Malor: The so-called Marid have forgotten what it is like to be djinn! They are weak!
Malor: That fool. He thought he'd got rid of me for good. But I'm back, and this time I will finish what I have begun. That weak-willed wimp has held on to power far too long.
Malor: Of all human liars and schemers he was the worst. This self-styled prophet single-handedly managed to disunite my race and to spark a bloody civil war. ...
If somebody fulfilled a wish for me for a change I would bring him back to life and make him pay.
Malor: Fa'hradin is Gabel's lieutenant. I have known him for a long time, and I have always respected him. ...
Unfortunately he chose the wrong side when the time to chose sides came. I have not given up hope of winning him over for some reason, but if I meet him on the battlefield I will not hesitate to kill him myself.
Malor: They say the Kha'zeel mountains have been made by gods. If that is true they must have left long ago, because I have lived here for eons, and I have never met one of them.
Malor: Kha'labal. I do not like that desert. Looking at it brings up bad memories.
Malor: Darashia is a very rich city. Once this war is won I will drop by at the Caliph's palace and pay my respects, if you know what I mean.
Malor: Your race is weak, but incurably treacherous. I will never forgive humanity the fact that it was one of your kind who spread the seed of dissent among the djinn.
Player: hail malor
Malor: That is me. I was away for a long time, but now I am back with a vengeance.
Malor: Gabel and Fa'hradin thought the war was over when they managed to trap me in that accursed lamp. But they have been a bit rash. After all those years I'm still here, and my thirst for revenge is stronger than ever!
Malor: We djinn use them to sleep.
Player: any mainland city
Malor: I hear the humans have built impressive cities on the great continent. It looks like many things have changed while I was caught in that stupid lamp.
Player: Akh/Rah/Uthun or Akh'rah Uthun
Malor: Another one of that loony pharaoh's bright ideas. Nothing but nonsense and balderdash.
Malor: Scarabs are ancient creatures, which is why I respect them. But I will never allow any of these critters to undermine the foundations of my fortress.
Malor: Melchior! Hah, that fool! Is he still alive? I never thought the old wretch would make it after I gave him my special treatment and sent him out into the Kha'labal. ...
Amazing, really. It has often occurred to me how much humans resemble rats - they are just as hard to kill!
Malor: Do you like this place? I have built Mal'ouquah as a home for those among my kind who did not fall for Daraman's sugar covered lies. From here I shall rule the world when the time has come.
Malor: Are not the creators reflected in their creations? Look around! What do you see? There is nothing but cowardice and treachery in the world of humans. ...
How low the gods must be who made them. I have no respect for them.
Malor: Ascension? That does ring a bell. Isn't that an element of the pharaoh's doctrines.
Malor: The world of Tibia is ours by right. I will not rest until we have conquered it.
Malor: Oh yes, Alesar! I bet Gabel went mad when he learnt that Alesar switched sides. If only I had been there to watch his face.
Malor: I suppose you have met Baa'leal already? The fact that you have survived that encounter shows that you are surprisingly strong for a human. ...
I almost feel some respect for you... Well, almost.
Malor: Ashta'daramai is the fortress of our sworn enemies, the oh so powerful Marid. The day will come when I see its smouldering walls collapse.
Player: Orc King
Malor: Ah yes. My good old friend the foolish orc. He has rendered me a great service, you know? He released me from that accursed lamp! ...
In return I have fulfilled three wishes for him, but somehow I can't help the feeling that he is not wonderfully happy about the way things have turned out.
Malor: Farewell, human. When I have taken my rightful place I shall remember those who served me well. Even if they are only humans.