Level: | 3 |
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Preceded by: | The Missing Doomguides |
Followed by: | A Doomguide's Duty |
Given by: | Doomguide Volahk |
Starts in: | Neverdeath Graveyard |
Also occurs in: | Pauper's Field |
Ends in: | Neverdeath Graveyard |
Turn in to: | Doomguide Volahk |
Rewards: | Item Level 100 Footgear
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Objective[]
- Investigate the magical artifact in the graveyard.
Summary[]
Steps[]
- Investigate the Artifact
- Take the Phylactery to First Resting Place
- Take the Phylactery to Second Resting Place
- Take the Phylactery to Third Resting Place
- Take the Phylactery to Doomguide Volahk
Dialogue[]
Take the Phylactery to First Resting Place[]
The Doomguides have been here. I can still feel the smug sanctimoniousness of their rituals radiating from the very stone.
How did we end up with Undead-hating Kelemvor as a god of death anyway? I, for one, blame Cyric. Now Jergal, there was a god of death! Of course, Bhaal and Myrkul had their qualities, too.
Bah, I'm rambling. Let's try the next spot.
Take the Phylactery to Second Resting Place[]
The Thayans would surely find my phylactery here. Then I'd either have to tutor some young power-mad necromancer, or become a lackey for Szass Tam, or end up trying to "reason" with Valindra Shadowmantle.
Now, don't get me wrong. I respect Valindra's dedication to evil, but that woman is simply not right in the head.
No, this location won't do either. Let's try another.
Take the Phylactery to Third Resting Place[]
This would have been a perfect location. Commanding view, lovely stonework, and now look at it! Ruined! I bet this was done by some greedy adventurer looking for a few measly gold pieces or a paltry magic sword. I tell you, there's just no respect anymore.
That does it! I've been searching for the perfect spot for a decade, and apparently there's no quiet place left on all Faerûn. Well, this is it. I'm done!
Take me to a Doomguide. Let them destroy me. I don't want to unlive on this planet anymore.
Completion[]
We Doomguides strive to destroy the undead, but for one this powerful, that may not be possible. Fortunately, we have constructed an impenetrable vault in a secure location which safely hold (sic) such evils for centuries, if that's what it takes.
Curious. I'd swear the spirit within seems to be... laughing.
It must be mad. No matter. We shall imprison it without delay.