Grizzled old warrior

The grizzled old warrior is a NPC in Wehnimer's Landing that invites adventurers to the Order of Voln.

Description

You see a grizzled old man dressed in dusty, weather worn clothes with a few trappings of old pieces of armor thrown in. He has a gnarled grey beard and his skin is dark and wrinkled like the bark of some ancient tree. His balding pate is marked by dark patches of age spots, but his eyes are still bright and clear.

Questions

Liabo Pantheon

>ask warrior about Charl
A grizzled old warrior says, "Lord Charl is master of the seas, and it isn't very wise to call his attention to you. He doesn't much like land-dwellers, but he swears fealty to Lord Koar and lends his power to the fight against the undead. His symbol is an emerald trident on a field of blue."

>ask warrior about Cholen
A grizzled old warrior says, "Ah, the twin brother of Jastev, Lord Cholen! He is the patron of song and dance, and is one of the more whimsical and cheerful of the great Lords of Liabo. His symbol is a crimson lute on a field of gold."

>ask warrior about Eonak
A grizzled old warrior says, "Ah, the artificer of the gods, Lord Eonak. He believes in hard work, even he did not let the loss of his arm stop him -- he has a veil iron arm he made himself. He is the consort of Imaera, and his symbol is a golden anvil on a field of brown."

>ask warrior about Imaera
A grizzled old warrior says, "Ah, the Lady Imaera. She makes the grass green, the trees grow and the flowers bloom. Farmers and sylvans alike worship her, and because of her popularity between the two, she has two varying symbols. The sylvans often wear a brown doe upon a field of green, while farmers prefer a golden sheaf of grain on a field of green."

>ask warrior about Jastev
A grizzled old warrior says, "Lord Jastev... the somber counterpart to Lord Cholen, his brother. They are both the offspring of Lady Imaera and Lord Eonak, and Lord Jastev is gifted with prophecy. He is also patron of paintings and other art, and his symbol is a black artist's brush, or, a silver crystal ball upon a field of grey."

Miscellaneous

>ask warrior about weather
The old warrior says, "We don't get much weather 'round these here parts. The mountains and the bay protect us from most of it. But when we do, boy let me tell you the storms are something fierce!"

>ask warrior about fighting
The old warrior looks at you and says, "Fighting is an art, not a science. Oh yeah, there are those what might say that the equipment is everything, but that just ain't so. It's all in how you use that equipment."

>ask warrior about past
The old warrior sighs and says, "The past is past, there is little we can do to recapture it." He grins broadly. "Oh but if I could..."

>ask warrior about undead
The old warrior sighs and says, "Those poor cursed things. The best thing one can do is put them out of their misery. There are many evil powers that create undead beings you know. A lot of folks think that the undead and Chaos are the same thing, but they are wrong. There are demonic powers, local gods, the Dark Lords, and all kinds of other evil powers that curse the undead."

>ask warrior about Chaos
The old warrior leans back and says, "Chaos has always been a serious problem, but they are not the only threat to Elanthia. Some people get so wrapped up in hating Chaos that they allow themselves to be blinded to other evils and then find themselves undone in the end anyway. That's part of the insidious power of Chaos."

>ask warrior about weapons
The old warrior says, "Good weapons are your best friends. I never go out into the wilds without a good sword in one hand, and a spare weapon or two in my sheath or pack."

>ask warrior about armor
The old warrior says, "Using armor is fine art. It takes many years of study and practice to learn to use armor properly. And it's just like dressing for the weather, you wouldn't wear a sleeveless shirt in a snowstorm, would you?"

>ask warrior about shields
The old warrior says, "A good shield is a must if you plan to survive in the wilds."

>ask warrior about wilds
The old warrior says, "The wilds can be a dangerous place. You have to be properly prepared, and it's best to have a good friend or two along with you if you head out."

>ask warrior about likes
A grizzled old warrior says, "In my youth, I enjoyed good battles and fearsome beasts."

>ask warrior about dislikes
A grizzled old warrior says, "Undead, liars and thieves. These are the root of all things unjust and wrong."

>ask warrior about life
A grizzled old warrior says, "My life has been good and long. Lots of battles."

Invitation

The old warrior pulls you close and whispers, "I had a dream once that I was dead. As I approached the Gates to Oblivion Lorminstra appeared and clothed my naked soul in a simple white robe.

She then cleansed me in a pool at the head of the Enchanted River, to purify me for eternity."

The old warrior sighs longingly. "Just as I was passing through the gate, I felt something pulling on me and my soul was wrenched backwards. When I awoke I was lying upon the ground. A cleric of Lorminstra was kneeling over me and he looked very drained. It was many years ago now, but I still remember it vividly."

The old warrior stares at you directly in the eye and traces a strange symbol in the air. "To the east, not far from here is a pool similar to the one in my dream. Seek your fortune with the Order of Voln, you can dedicate yourself to no higher purpose. You will need to be strong of heart and character, but I think you will do well."

A tear forms in the old warrior's eye. "Remember," he says, "always, always strive to be pure."

Room Messaging

A grizzled old warrior stares at XXXXXXX a moment, then smiles and has a quiet word with him.

A grizzled old warrior mutters, "You got to watch your back out in the wilds. All kinds of fearsome beasts out there, but the worst are those poor cursed undead ones."

A grizzled old warrior fetches a small flask, uncorks it and takes a heavy drag.

A grizzled old warrior unsheathes his broadsword and tosses it into the air, sending it into a spiraling blur. At the perfect moment, he snatches it completely by the handle. He quickly places his broadsword back in its sheath.

A grizzled old warrior tosses his broadsword into the air, it turns end over end once and falls. The old warrior positions his body just right so that the weapon lands perfectly in his sheath!!

A grizzled old warrior leisurely polishes his shield, which doesn't seem to add to its shine.

A grizzled old warrior stares hard at you for a moment, then smiles and says, "It's always good to see another who follows a purer path than most. Have a wonderful night, friend."