Wilthalberd

Wilthalberd is located in the dungeon of Duskruin Arena.

Originally from the Foggy Valley, where he lived with his mate, Miss Mate, Wilthalberd has been enslaved and set to work clearing the arena of dead combatants. His shackles are composed of the flaring metal gornar that leave his body covered in open wounds, earning him his nickname "Pus".

Q&As

Name

>ask ogre about name
The gornar-shackled ogre turns his sad, hooded gaze toward you. "Me called Wilthalberd. Masters call me 'Pus.'" The creature lifts his wrists, indicating to the open, seeping sores along his flesh. The gornar shackles flare slightly, causing Wilthalberd to flinch.

Home

>ask ogre about home
The ogre's countenance brightens for a moment. "Me from Foggy Valley. Me had good life. Me had mate!" The hulking figure's expression grows despondent as he reminisces to you. "Me miss home. Me miss mate," he laments with a heavy sad, sigh.

Enslavement

>ask ogre about enslavement
The gornar-shackled ogre shrugs at you, his chains flickering and sparking with his movements. "Too long," he states simply. "Me never see moons to know days. Me never see anything but straw and blood."

Vacation

>ask ogre about vacation
Wilthalberd glances at the platform and then up toward the ceiling. "Me gets to go up. Me get bodies. Much death. Me does good. No eat them. Them smell good." He sniffs you heavily with a snort. "You smell good."

Job

>ask ogre about job
The gornar-shackled ogre clenches his large fists, the long matted hair stained dark with blood. "Me get bodies from arena. Me drag them away. It not so bad job."

Masters

>ask ogre about masters
Wilthalberd's lips peel back to reveal a snarl of jagged broken teeth. "Cruel, mean masters. Masters steal me with burning net. Masters try take mate, me stop them. Masters take me, instead." He shows you multiple criss-crossed scars on his legs and arms, then turns his back to you. There are numerous freshly scabbed welts along and over older jagged scars across his shoulders and all down his spine.

Hobbies

>ask ogre about hobbies
The gornar-shackled ogre stares at you, his deep amber eyes depicting a hint of incredulity. "Oh!" he exclaims with a sarcastic tone. "Me knit and like plant flowers! What you think me do?" He waves his arms for emphasis, his rattling chains flaring in an arc of orange fire. As he winces and scowls, he snuffs out the flames on what little arm hair he has left. "Look what you make me do! That just grow back!" Wilthalberd scoffs at you, "That me hobby, me grow hair." He snorts, and a thick string of snot runs from his nose. He wipes it away on one of his shoulders.