Lesser Faydark Quests

Say: “hail”

Long time have your kind needed us, but never have we been close. Wouldn't you agree? I'm afraid I cannot help you without some token of faith

Say: “faith”

So long have we retained our distance, we have nearly been forgotten. Despite the fact that this allows us our peace, there are times I wish I could provide my people with the niceties of society. If you could obtain a few items for me I could help you with the knowledge you seek.

Say: “items”

I would very much like some Gnomish Candy, Koada'Dal Silk, Feir'Dal Champagne, and Dwarven Steel.

Say: “hail”

Thank you for contacting me. Your information on this matter has been most useful.

Hello, $name

Say: “missing shipment”

Seek out Ennixy and tell her [hate be my guide]. She typically works from her homeland in the steamfont mountains.

Say: “hail”

Shhh, keep it down. There are many who would strongly disapprove of my protection of one of the vampires from Mistmoore's Catacombs. I've been keeping him safely hidden, so do not expect or attempt to usurp my efforts to learn ways to protect ourselves from the evil that lurks in those caves. There is much to learn about the Progeny. We know very little about them, other than they are the elite vampires. Some of them are even considered Mayong Mistmoore's children.

Ah yes. Have you encountered Mayong Mistmoore's children yet? They call themselves the Progeny. But, there is some dispute about which of them should be the ruler of the catacombs. As a result, Mistmoore's children have aligned themselves in two ways: the Trueborn and the Scions.

You may have learned that the Trueborn claim to have Mayong Mistmoore's immortal blood running through their blackened veins. The Scions are the most recent additions to vampire nobility. Most still have memories of their mortal lives. Both resent each other; both want to be in Mayong's highest favor. There is much more to learn, but I can tell you no more right now.

It's rather peculiar that both the Trueborn and the Scions war for Mayong's favor. do they not understand that Mayong cares nothing for them? All Mayong desires is his own perfection, whatever that means. His narcissism is so complete it leaves him no room for his children. There appears to be no way to convince those pathetic undead in the catacombs of Mayong's indifference.

I'm afraid I can tell you no more. The source of my information has diappeared. I'm not sure if he was found, or if he left of his own accord. During all this time though, Vual Stoutest was able to create another Wayfarers Brotherhood party to get to the still heart of the catacombs. You should go talk to him. Be well traveler. The world is becoming stranger by the hour.

Say: “Who is the scalekeeper?”

Ahh...Ye be lookin' for Nortlav then. Nortlav is a strong fella. Ye dunna want to mess with the likes of him. He's known as a dragonslayer. I heard that he keeps the scales of the dragons he's slain. Yer not impressed eh? All the dragons he's killed have died by the blade of a [rusty weapon].

Say: “What rusty weapon?”

Aye. I dunno know why he does what he does. But every dragon he's killed died by the likes of a rusty weapon. I dunno where he is now. but I heard he can be found in the depths of Norrath. surrounded by darkness.

Say: “hail”

I am the Fairie Princess, Joleena. You may stay amongst my people, but do not nibble from our homes.

Say: “fairie gold dust”

You wish the magical Fairie Gold Dust? Hmmph!! I refuse to offer it to any of the giants of Faydwer. How can I trust any of you. You have crept up upon my me and snatched one of my wings from my back. There will be no Fairie Gold Dust until my wing has been returned to me. You may not be the stalker [who snatched my wing], but all you giants are similar. Prove me wrong and return my wing.

Say: “wing”

I did not see the swift giant, I was blinded by the sun glaring off his balding head. I do remember the smell of rust and refuse. How he got past my Clockwork Guardian, Gearheart, is a mystery to us all.

Say: “Hail”

It is a pleasure to meet you. but I do not have time to speak. I am waiting on official word from Shar Vahl. If you have been sent to assist me. please show me the Official Seal of the Khati Sha at this time. If you are not such a person. please carry on with your business and leave me to tend to mine.

Say: “hail”

I am sorry, we don't currently have any work available. We are still setting up, and cleaning up the orcish filth from this area. Return later, I should have some work available.

Say: “Hail”

What. what?!! I am quite busy here. I have studies to complete and charts to make!

Say: “lens”

Yes, of course. Here you are. Now be off.