West Commonlands Quests

Say: “hail”

Yes, I know. No one expects a dwarf to know anything! I can see that in your eyes. I've taken an interest in the frogloks though. I've been around Norrath for some time and, much like you, often heard rumors. I wanted to find out for myself if the rumors were true. As a result, I became a bit of an expert. Well, enough about me. A long time ago troll shamans predicted the rise of a particular troll called ''The Grozmok.'' This legendary troll would possess great might and hold powerful secrets. All of the trolls were to be united under one rule, but as we know, this didn't happen . . . Oh my, look at the time! I must get back to my studies. If you'd like to continue our talk, you're going to have to come back later.

Right, where was I. Ah yes. Well, as I said, the trolls were meant to be united under the powerful troll they referred to as The Grozmok. The troll shamans believed in the prophecy so completely that they wrote it in blood on a strong stone tablet, which was supposedly blessed by both Innoruuk, the prince of Hate, and Cazic-Thule, the god of Fear. They called this artifact the Grozmok Stone. I understand that it will take a while to absorb all of this information. I'll just leave you to mull over that for now.

So, yes, back to the Grozmok Stone. Well, the trolls guarded that stone with all the might they possessed. Then, the ogre minions of Rallos Zek, the god of War, turned their eyes to Innothule Swamp and slaughtered and enslaved all of those that crossed their path. Not only did the trolls fall, but the Grozmok Stone was lost to the ogres in the Rallosian Empire. Over time the ogres lost their favor with the gods and were cursed to become ignorant and slovenly. At this time, the trolls began to rise again as their numbers were able to increase without the interference of the wrath of the ogres. Well, $name, I think that's enough for now.

Right, back to the trolls. So, the trolls began to rebuild over time and split into tribes. Two tribes were of note: the Broken Skull Clan that lived on an island in the Gulf of Gunthak, and the Ykesha Clan that established themselves in the Innothule Swamps. For many years, the two clans warred for dominance, raiding each other's territories and the mountainous lands of the ogres that had survived the destruction of their empire. It was in these mountainous lands that the Grozmok Stone once again came into possession of the troll clans. And, I tell you, the story just gets more interesting from here, but it will have to wait.

Hello again, $name. So, a war horde from the Ykesha Clan recovered the Grozmok Stone and presented it to their leader, Warlord Ykesha. Ykesha's shamans recognized the blessings of the gods of Fear and Hate upon the hieroglyphs on the stone. At the time, Ykesha believed he was going to become The Grozmok. That's it for now, my friend. I have work to do.

Greetings once more, $name. Right, more of the story. As you know, when individuals gain celebrity some strange things can happen. As I was saying before, Ykesha came to believe he was The Grozmok. He became insanely paranoid and holed himself up deep within his fortress in the Innothule Swamp, which is now Guk. Seeing the weakness in the Ykesha clan's leadership, the forces of the rival clans moved in to take the Grozmok Stone. The Broken Skull clan won possession of the stone and the Ykesha clan was destroyed.

Say: “hail”

Hail traveler. By order of Sir Lucan, the toll fee is one gold piece a head. Pay at once!!

Say: “hail”

Greetings, traveler! If you wish to walk upon the road to Freeport, you will pay the toll of two silver pieces. And you should. It is not safe to stray from the pathway. There are many [dangers in the Commonlands].

Say: “dangers in the commonlands”

The orcs have been a nuisance of late. Many travelers have perished at the hands of the orc pawns. Would you like to [assist the Freeport Militia] in ridding the lands of the orcs?

Say: “assist the freeport militia”

Sir Lucan would be proud!! Patrol the Commonlands and watch for any orc pawns. Should you find any orc pawn picks on them, I will pay you for every four you return to me. Be off, then! For the glory of Freeport!!

Say: “hunt dervish cutthroats”

You will make a fine reserve!! Take this bag and fill it with Dervish Cutthroat Insignia Rings. When they are combined and returned to me you shall be accepted into the Reserve Freeport Militia!!

A few less Orc Pawns and perhaps turning in Orc Pawn Picks to me may increase my trust in you.

Say: “hail”

Greetings, $name.

Say: “rykas gave it to me”

I have not heard of anyone speaking that name out loud in years. Rykas once shared a tale with me, though I have lived with fear in my mind ever since. He told me afterwards that I did not have the balance I thought I had. Have you come for the Words of Magi'kot?

Say: “words”

The Words of Magi'kot can only be shared with those elementalists whose minds are of balance. The Words were separated into three pieces by a high council of Magi who feared that the story would bring an end to elementalists throughout Norrath. If you feel you wish to read from the sacred Power of the Orb then an elementalist of such power should easily accomplish this task.

Say: “what task”

Bring me the torn pages of Magi'kot. The first section can be found in the depths of a tainted forest, warded by an angry lupine. It is also rumored that one section is found in the haunted estate of a murderer, on a many armed creature. The last may be found in the belly of an amphibian who thirsts for blood.

Say: “bantil sent me”

You are working with Bantil? I hope you had some luck finding the books. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help you. Bantil is a friend, despite his gnomish heritage.

Oh, you may want to speak to Akksstaff again, he and Bantil never quite saw eye to eye, you may want to ask him about Bantil again.

Say: “hail”

If you have business then out with it!! If not, then please be gone. I have little time to waste on chitchat!

How dare you enter my presence?! In the name of the Dead I should strike you down!

When you learn to serve the Dead, then I will find the time to speak of such things.

Say: “utalk adarev otcin”

You speak the words of the Dead. You must be the assistance Loveal was to send. You must work quickly! Inside Befallen are the three pieces to the [Thex Mallet] which are to be returned to Loveal. Find Hubard L'rodd. He was my assistant. Give him this note and he should have information.

Say: “messages for neriak”

It's about time a courier reached these wastelands of humanity. I have urgent news for the Dead. Take this message at once. Let no one stop you. Be on the lookout for the Feir'Dal [Silent Watch]! They have learned of our quest.

Say: “silent watch”

The Koada'Dal have created an elite band of paladins, greater even than our own Teir'Dal Dragoons. They exist on the edge of righteousness. They will perform despicable acts in the name of their deity, barely skimming the edge of evil.

Say: “hail”

Hi. How are you? The fish are biting pretty good. That is what Skipynn tells me. I sure wish I had a different [job]. If I did, I could fish all day long.

Say: “job”

I am a messenger for [Antonius Bayle], ruler of the great city of [Qeynos].

Say: “qeynos”

Huh?! Have you been living in a cave? The great city of Qeynos is the mightiest nation in Antonica! You'd best journey toward the west and visit the city whose influence stretches beyond the horizons.

Say: “antonius bayle”

How can it be that you do not know of Antonius Bayle? Was it not he who named this great continent of Antonica? Is it not he who rules over the most powerful city on Norrath? Surely you jest!

Say: “Hail”

He.. Hello. Wou.. would you like to buy something? Be quick or [Kizdean] will return!

Say: “Kizdean”

Sshhh..Please..save me. Get..rid..of..him.

Say: “hail”

Hail! I am Ranvigoz Tonsmith. My brother Timtok and I are some of the finest smiths this side of Kaladim. If you are interested we will happily [resize] your [Crafted Armor] down to a more manageable size.

Say: “resize”

I will resize Crafted Bracers, Greaves, a Pauldron or a Breastplate. My brother will resize Crafted Gauntlets, a Vambrace, a Helm or Boots. Just give me the armor and I will resize it for you.

Say: “crafted armor”

Crafted Armor is made by the Meadowgreen smiths. They can be found in the southern part of the Karanas.

Say: “hail”

Hail and well met. I am Simon Aldicott, a cleric in the service of Mithaniel Marr. I've been sent here to prepare a funeral service for one of our lost to join Marr in his kingdom.

Say: “funeral service”

Are you the brave knight whom Valeron sent to meet me here? If so please place the remains in the coffin and seal it. Then hand me the coffin so that we may bless it in the waters of this lake.

Say: “hail”

Hail! I am Timtok Tonsmith. My brother Ranvigoz and I are some of the finest smiths this side of Kaladim. If you are interested we will happily [resize] your [Crafted Armor] down to a more manageable size.

Say: “resize”

I will resize Crafted Gauntlets, a Vambrace, a Helm or Boots. My brother will resize Crafted Bracers, Greaves, a Pauldrun or a Breastplate. Just give me the armor and I will resize it for you.

Say: “crafted armor”

Crafted Armor is made by the Meadowgreen smiths. They can be found in the southern part of the Karanas.

Say: “Hail”

What? What do you want? Are you here to assist me?

Hello $name. I'm a bit busy right now, no time to chat.

Say: “assist”

Yes..yes..of course you will. It is a matter of the utmost importance. I need this letter to be delivered to Master Whoopal in the Nektulos forest but I must also get these Brussels sprouts to my granny before they spoil. Please deliver this message for me?

Hello $name. I'm a bit busy right now, no time to chat.