Highpass Hold Quests

Say: “see stanos”

This better be important.

Go away! We don't have time for the likes of you.

Say: “hail”

You seem a little out of place here. You should go back to the nice little village you came from. This place will eat you alive. The [Golden Rooster] is no place for you.

Say: “blackburrow stout”

Blackburrow Stout is the finest drink available. It is the nectar of the gods. Well.. nectar of the gnolls at least. I can't wait until they hold another drink special in the Rooster. When I hear that. I am there!

Say: “golden rooster”

The Golden Rooster only happens to be the finest gambling house in Highpass. It is also the only place in these parts that serves [Blackburrow Stout].

Say: “hail”

I do not know what you are doing up here, but I am a busy man. Please return to the bar downstairs and enjoy the atmosphere.

Say: “oblong bottle”

The oblong bottle is a legend. They say one drink and you're off to oblivion, but just before that you feel the best you've ever felt and relive all your finest memories in the blink of an eye. The last I heard, some guy by the name of Turgin Swillfod turned up in Freeport spouting that he had found it. He was never heard from again.

Say: “never stop chopping”

Hey!! You must be the one I traded my axe to. Funny, I thought you were much shorter. If you have my axe then I will return my your gem to you. Well, let's have it.

Say: “hail”

Greetings, traveler! I am Captain Ashlan of the Highpass Guards. I keep watch over my men and the [volunteers] here at the East Gate. It's been a busy [job] here lately, with the [orc raids] and all.

Say: “job”

We're short-handed around here, as usual. Would you like to help us out with the [Volunteer Watch]?

Say: “volunteer”

The Volunteer Watch guards the entry gates of Highpass. Since the [orc raids] are becoming more and more frequent, it's a busy job. But it can pay well, depending on how many [orcs] you slay.

Say: “orc”

One of the orc clans of Kithicor Woods has been trying to expand their territory. Small orc raiding parties are frequently rushing the East Gate. Without the [Volunteer Watch] helping us out, Highpass would probably be overrun by those vile beasts.

I will not deal with ilk such as you.

Say: “hail”

Greetings, traveler! I am Captain Orben of the Highpass Guards. I keep watch over my men and the [volunteers] here at the West Gate. It's been a busy [job] here lately, with the [gnoll raids] and all.

Say: “job”

We're short-handed around here, as usual. Would you like to help us out with the [Volunteer Watch]?

Say: “volunteer”

The Volunteer Watch guards the entry gates of Highpass. Since the [gnoll raids] are becoming more and more frequent, it's a busy job. But it can pay well, depending on how many [gnolls] you slay.

Say: “gnoll”

The Mucktail Gnolls of the Karanas have been trying to expand their territory. Small gnoll raiding parties are frequently rushing the West Gate. Without the [Volunteer Watch] helping us out, Highpass would probably be overrun by those vile beasts.

I will not deal with ilk such as you.

Say: “hail”

Hey!! I don't have any spare change, okay?!

Say: “testament of vanear”

So you heard Guard Dyllin has page 30 of the Testament of Vanear, eh?! Well, get lost!! Over my dead body will you get page 30!

Say: “hail”

Welcome to Top of the World, the newest shop in the pass!

Say: “never stop chopping”

Never stop chopping?!!' Hey! I engraved that on a special order for a fellow Highpass citizen. I can't remember his name. He gave me not only some rare gems for it, but also a case of something called 'Lumberjack Pale Ale.' Great stuff!!

Say: “hail”

Not so loud! My head is spinning so! What I wouldn't give for a Tumpy's Tonic right now! They were always just the thing for the hair of the gnoll that bit me.

Say: “tonic”

Ahh! If you need to ask, you've never had one. Tumpy Irontoe in Kaladim made me drink one of his special brews when I lost a game of King's Court with him. I would give anything I own for one of those right now!

Say: “hail”

What are you doing in here? I requested no room service. Now leave, quickly, before Mistress Anna comes!

Say: “mistress anna”

Mistress Anna is my lover. She will wed me as soon as she is through mourning the loss of her ex-lover. Until then, I shall continue to keep her well. She assures me she will be over it soon. I am sure she loves me. She meets with me often. 'At 9 in 6,' she always says.

Say: “princess lenya thex”

What was that about Princess Lenya? You know her? I feel sorry for her. I wish I had the courage to help her. I made the key for her special shackles. Maybe you can rescue her. Tell you what, I have always wanted to venture to Qeynos to buy a silk evening tunic for Mistress Anna. You go and get me it and I shall give you the key to Princess Lenya's shackles.

Say: “hail”

Hello. stranger. I would talk to thee. but [Barn] has instructed me not to converse with strangers.

Say: “Barn”

Barn is my hero. He saved me from a life on the evil streets in Freeport.

Say: “hail”

Yeah, hello. I'm Prak, co-owner of the Golden Rooster. If you're thirsty, we have some great imported ales at our bar. If you're looking for a little excitement, try your hand at a little King's Court. We aim to please, my friend.

Say: “rid of stald”

Good.. Zannsin said you had a special talent for this sort of thing, so here's your chance to prove it. What you need to do is follow Stald on his patrol, and when the coast is clear, take him down. Good luck. Oh yeah.. not that I don't trust you or anything, but bring me back some sorta proof that Stald is dead, got it?

Say: “hail”

Ah yeah, them orcs. Bit on the burly side, aren't they? I'm sure I could take one out. I bet they can barely see me if I run through their legs. What do ya think? Hee hee. Oh, right. Task at hand. You want to know more about those awful Rujarkian orcs, hm? I've done me a bit of sneaking in the Rujarkian Hills. I've learned how they operate and how they set up their ranks. If you come back soon, I'll tell you a wee bit about it. I've gots to run though. Time to eat!

What cheer! You've gone and come back again $name! Blimey, I'm a touch peckish. Anyway, the orcs. Yeah, well, at the very bottom rung of their ladder, you'll see the lowest of the low, aye. Most would think the Rujarkian orcs merciless to the point of madness, but there is a wee bit of practicality in their minds that detests waste. So, criminals are not just tossed into the stewpots like the weak or old, they become cast-off, menial slaves in a group of orcs known as The Broken. Those orcs are composed exclusively of the damned. Frightful, hm? The Broken orcs are mad and spend their useless blood freely, preferring death over a life without a real master. Cripes, I have to find some food to put into me belly.

Back to it, $name. I'm ready! Ya know, even though slavery is the tie that binds orcs of all stations together, there are slaves that provide food and labor to all the orcs. They are controlled by the Steelcrown. And while those nasty Steelcrown can ask the stronger orcs to help find and kill new flesh, the management, control, and use of slaves is their sole domain. They are the most numerous of the Rujarkian orcs and the most commonly encountered by outsiders . . . and they don't usually live very long. Hee hee. I'll be . . . I'm hungry again.

I'm going to have to start carrying food with me, $name. It's dreadful to stand here all day and hear my tummy growl as it does. As I just wrote in a note to Barstre Songweaver, I was able to get a few more tidbits on the Spiritbound orcs in the Rujarkian Hills. They are the healers and teachers amongst the orcs, though an outsider would be hard-pressed to compare the ruthless and brutish rituals of the Spiritbound to the rituals of the outside world. Gifted with mysterious insight, they police the thoughts and actions of their race, turning quickly to righteous judge and deft executioner when the situation calls for it. Hee hee. They are also bloody masters with surgical tools. Whether or not they use them to heal and repair is questionable. I saw tools and blood, but no mended orcs. Naturally, I didn't hang around too long! Alas, I must run, I can barely hear myself think over my grumbling belly!

Thankfully I just ate, fair $name! Not sure you know this yet, but even though the Rujarkian orcs would rather take than trade, one line of their breed, the Captive Coin, has managed to survive through treacherous, but careful, use of wealth. They build quiet trade alliances with outsiders, but still use brute strength and coercion more often than crafty wit to obtain their monies. Still, as far as orcs go, you understand, they are considered clever . . . and fearsome. Speaking of fearsome, I've got myself a raging appetite I must appease. I'll be ready to talk to you later.

The last and final group of orcs I've learned about are the Steelslaves. Ferocious, they are! Born to bleed, these are the greatest warriors of the Rujarkian orcs. Although the other classes have fighters in them, none compares to the innate skill and practiced battle rage that these orcs possess. They are the front line and last defense of the Rujarkian orcs and they are mighty menacing in great numbers, I tell you. I get shivers about it, I do! Well, that's all I have to tell you about the orcs. I'm sure Barstre Songweaver can give you any additional information you may need.

Say: “hail”

Ah, the pouch. This is the first step. The Circle has to be upset having this taken right out from under them. That speaks well of the person who did the taking. Hanns must be even more furious now. I think I might be able to trust you. We could make a deal. I have a blade I won't use anymore, and you have those fine looking daggers Vilnius gave you. Of course, you would have to do something for me first. Let me tell you my story, then you decide.

Say: “who are you”

(chuckle) You are young, aren't you? I ran [

Say: “the circle”

The Circle of Unseen Hands, you oaf! The largest collection of thieves, murderers, con artists, and rogues in the world. No finer men can be found anywhere.

Say: “deal”

Aye,

Say: “story”

Johann Krieghor was the leader of the Circle and I was his second-in-command. He made a dark bargain with a Teir'Dal [

Say: “joren”

Joren was the boon companion to the King of Felwithe, a mighty paladin of great reknown, much loved by all the high elves. To slay him, certain. . .items. . .were crafted to make the job possible. With the death of the Teir'dal agent, and my theft of the [

Say: “general”

The General? I know not his true name, only that he is ranked high among the dark elves. He kept his identity secret, and it was only upon the death of his agent that I even learned the smallest amount about him, that of his Generalship. Knowing who he is would aid me greatly.

Say: “hanns”

Hanns Krieghor was a talented young man, in many ways much more of a man than his father. After the death of [Johann], I raised Hanns as my own son, and grew to love him as such. A few years back, to take revenge upon me for his [

Say: “father's murder”

Well, it's no great secret now that I was responsible for the death of Johann Krieghor, Hanns Krieghor's father. Johann used to lead the Circle. Hanns was but a pup when his father died at my hand, and became as a son to me. Hanns did not discover that I was the one who killed his father until many years later. For that, he wants [

Say: “your head”

Aye,

Say: “tools”

To allow the assassin to slay a prince, and fight his way back out, a fell blade was crafted. It was small enough to conceal under a garment and yet large enough to strike a mortal blow through armor. Aided by vile Teir'Dal enchantments, it is much more fearsome than it appears. I would gladly rid myself of it, but I fear I can not until I [

Say: “clear your name”

I need proof that what I say about Johann is truth, so that Hanns may forgive me. YOU can gather that proof for me. First, travel to Kaladim and Neriak, and there, upon the persons of the rogue guildmasters, you should find that which I seek, two parts of a document I recovered from the dead agent. I entrusted one to Founy, but that trust is gone, and Founy would betray me to Hanns were I to attempt to reclaim it. Tani N'mar has the other, which he should not possess, and keeps it only to spite me, not knowing its real importance. Steal them both, and bring them back to me. And don't let anyone follow you! If I am not around, tell Anson you want to see me.

Say: “hail”

Greetings! I am Delharn. from [Freeport]. I'm trying to earn some extra coin while passing through Highpass. I figure this is a pretty honorable way to do so.