| Gort (RefID: xx06E7A4) |
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|---|---|---|---|
| Location | Bruma | ||
| Race | Imperial | Gender | Male |
| Level | PC×1 (range=13-35) | Class | Barbarian |
| RefID | xx06E7A4 | BaseID | xx06E7A0 |
| Other Information | |||
| Health | 50×? | Magicka | 50×? |
| Stamina | 50×? | ||
| Primary Skills | Light Armor, Two-handed, Archery, Block | ||
| Class Details | CombatBarbarian | ||
| Morality | No Crime | Aggression | Unaggressive |
| Faction(s) | CYRCrimeFactionBruma; CYRTownBrumaFaction | ||
Gort is slightly deranged Imperial barbarian living in Bruma.
Gort never sleeps and does not own a home, being found walking around the city most of the time. After eating breakfast in The Restful Watchman at 7am, between 8am and 10am he will be found drinking just outside the inn. Afterwards, he will start wandering around the city, pacing up and down its streets until 7pm, when he heads back to Watchman for dinner. At 8pm he again heads just outside for two hours of revelry, before spending the night pacing around the Watchman's common room. The only exception to this schedule is on Morndas, Middas and Fredas, when will visit Northern Arms between 1pm and 4pm.
He wears full suit of iron armor: cuirass, helmet, gauntlets and boots. He is armed with a steel warhammer and also carries a random selection of gold, lockpicks, gems, jewelry, food and drink.
Related QuestsEdit
- Gort's Generic Fetch Quest: Retrieve Gort's Book of Killing. (radiant)
DialogueEdit
Gort is a simple man of simple pleasures, as he reveals when greeting you:
- "They call me Gort."
- "Gort's the name, killing's the game."
- "My hammer, a goblin's head and a mug of ale... great way to spend a Fredas night."
His odd behavior is obvious once you start talking to him:
- "My weapon wants-a-temperin'. Things want-a-killin'. Fetch me three iron ingots to temper my weapon, and my Book o' Killin' so I know who needs killin', then I'll give you gold."
Accepting this strange offer will start the related quest.
ConversationsEdit
While doing his rounds in Bruma, you may overhear Harald Burdsson pestering Gort:
Harald: "May I discuss with you the glorious Champion of Cyrodiil?"
Gort: "What?"
Harald: "The Champion of Cyrodiil! The savior of all Tamriel!"
Gort: "Get away from me, you crazy snowback bastard."
Harald: "The Champion is the savior of Tamriel! You may turn your back on me but you cannot turn your back on the Champion! Don't blind yourself to the truth!"
Bruma Guard: "Burdsson, calm yourself. You're causing a fuss."
Harald: "I, but... the Champion..."
Bruma Guard: "Yes, yes, we know. "The Champion of Cyrodiil, the savior of all Tamriel". Harald, you do this damn near every day. Everyone in Bruma who isn't deaf knows. Now, head back to your house and calm down."
Harald: "I... I understand."