Halberdier are [STATE TROOP] [PLAYER] type and have next types of sentences:
[IDLE]
[DEATH]
[ABILITY]
[CHARGE]
ABOUT STATE TROOPS:
Every province and city-state in the Empire maintains its own army, trained and equipped at its own expense. These Soldiers are full-time, paid professionals, usually drawn from the Peasant or Burgher classes. They man the Empire’s fortresses, patrol the borders, and repel invaders. Most Soldiers of the infantry train with either the halberd or the firearm. Although dominated by the nobility, the Imperial Army also promotes based on ability and it is possible to rise through the ranks to a command position (though the bigotry of the ruling class makes this difficult).
Outside the theatre of war, the life of a soldier is often mired in dull routine and repetition. Soldiers awake before dawn, quickly pulling on their uniforms, taking up their weapons, and hustling to the staging yard for morning exercises and drills. Drills vary from unit to unit, but often end with a forced march with full kit and armour. After a quick break for breakfast, it’s time to get back to work. For those on duty, that means patrolling. For those off-duty it means more drills. Soldiers practice with their unit’s weapon for several hours each day. They rotate duties to keep any soldier from becoming too complacent at his post, usually working in two- to three-hour shifts. After a late dinner, soldiers not on duty have a few hours to themselves. Most often this is spent drinking, dicing, and womanizing. The only difference for a soldier during war is that instead of morning exercises and drilling he is fighting. Otherwise their schedules remain the same. Routine is the backbone of military life, and many soldiers find the regularity comforting.
The largest affiliation for any soldier is of course his military unit. Whether it is a local militia or the Imperial Army, that organisation is the soldier’s fraternity. It supports him, trains him, protects him, punishes him, and tends to him as necessary. Within each military organisation, however, there may be smaller groups, and these are more like real families.
Beyond the military itself, soldiers may join other groups based on their backgrounds and interests. Those who serve on a local militia are often part of the neighbourhood watch or the city council, for example. Soldiers with an interest in bars and pubs—owning them rather than just drinking at them—might join the Tapsters Guild, at least as associates. Many soldiers enjoy shooting clubs and hunting clubs, since this allows them to keep their skills sharp even during peacetime.
ABOUT HALBERDIERS:
Halberdier - the most common foot soldier of the Empire. The combination of a powerful halberds and Ostland stubbornness allows halberdier become a formidable force on the battlefield.
Regiments of Halberdiers are the most numerious state soldiers, thanks to the Emperor's requirement that each Elector Count maintains a standing force of Halberdiers, but also due to their versatilty and strenght in battle. This regiments supported by rigorous sergeants and critical doses of ale is able to crush any target - as a violent pack of Beastmen and the town which gets on the way of brave warriors of the Empire.
In the heat of battle every halberdier beating strongly, but not too cleverly, though never admit to it. Real halberdier is a brutal, drunk and agressive soldier, who will be able to cut in a half even a steam tank at the battlefield!
Halberdier [ABILITY]:
[Schnapps] - drink flask of schnapps, increasing damage and attack speed of halberdier for short time. Cooldown.
FINAL LIST of sentences:
[IDLE] - Jabber:
"Hey, let's find a pub!"
"Time to heavy drinking!"
"My halberd - my rules!!"
"Last one in the pub orders ale for all of us!"
"Just stay closer and you will be fine."
"Let's get back to work men."
"I think I need extra ale for this headache."
"Guys I need a ale, anyone have still have some?"
"By Sigmar and Ulric, walking is so hard today!"
"Damn... halberd... *uff*heavy..."
"Well at least the booze tastes good."
"The knights are here! Huz- Wait, those are Marauders." *sigh*
"Well at least I'm not fighting off Orks."
"Hail to the ale!!!"
[CHARGE] – Jabber:
"Charge at them! And don't trip yourselves over!"
"Who wants some more!"
"You aren't taking my ale, you bastard!"
"Let's break these stinky bastards!"
"Get closer, jerks! Time to pay for the ale!"
"For Ostland!"
"CHAAAARGE!!!"
"FORWAARD!"
"For the Empire!"
"Ah you bastards!"
"To glory!"
"For Count Raukov!"
"I will hold the line to the death!"
"Sigmar blessed my halberd!"
"Give them no quarter!"
"Sigmar with us!!! Chaaarge!!!"
"Kill these monsters!"
"Diiieee Norse scum"
"Forward sons of Sigmar!"
"Sigmar blessed my halberd!"
"FEAR ME!"
"I am your end!"
"Fall on my halberd you bastards!"
"Die! Hahahaha!"
"No mercy!"
"Time to feel the Sigmar's blessing!!"
[DEATH] - Jabber:
"One more.. drink."
"One.. too.. much."
"Not now.."
"I've got things.."
"I had a such good time.."
"C'mon..*ugh*"
"Tell my wife I died hon-."
"AVENGE ME BROTHERS!"
[ABILITY] - Jabber:
"Remember your schnapps!" *drinking sound*
"Bottoms up!" *drinking sound*
"For the Empire!" *drinking sound*
"Time for your *drinking sound* daily ration!"
*drinking sound* *belch*
"This might be our last moments.. So drink!" *drinking sound*
"Now I'm ready to war"
"Time to cleave somebody"
"Come here cowards!"
"*Roar*"
"Halberdier at...*hic* the ready!"
"An ALE!!! Cold Ostland ale!! Yaaaarrrr!" *Drinking sound*
[SPAWN] - Jabber:
"The battle beckons!"
"Hey, let's find a pub!"
"Sigmar preserve me."
"To the front men!"
"Come on we can take 'em."
"Let's send these filthy wretches to their gods!"
"We stand ready. For the Sigmar! For the Empire! For the ale!"
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Edited by: AndreusAsable
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