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| Hlormar Wine-Sot (hlormar wine-sot) | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Location | West Gash Region, [-3,3] (map) | ||
| Race | Nord | Gender | Male |
| Level | 10 | Class | Barbarian |
| Other Information | |||
| Health | 141 | Magicka | 0 |
| Alarm | 0 | Fight | 30 |
| Follower | During Recovering Cloudcleaver | ||
Hlormar Wine-Sot is a Nord barbarian who (as Nord Barbarians are apparently prone to do - see Botrir and Hisin Deep-Raed) got into trouble with a witch he was escorting, for which she drugged him and stole his clothes, along with his precious axe, Cloudcleaver. You may be of help in recovering it for him, for which he will reward you with some Strength training.
Due to his recent encounter with a witch, Hlormar can be found walking around naked and has no items in his possession. Aside from his natural resistance to shock, immunity to frost, ability to shield himself, and a natural frost damage spell, he knows no spells.
Related QuestsEdit
- Recovering Cloudcleaver: Help mediate a dispute between a naked Barbarian and a witch who tried to teach him a lesson.
DialogueEdit
- Greetings:
- "Hail and well met stranger! As ye can plainly see, I require some assistance if ye be kind enough to grant it. I need help finding the festering witch who has robbed me blind and left me for dead."
- "Seems a bit chilly today, doesn't it?"
- "You have Cloudcleaver, my friend. I would like it back."
- festering witch:
- "A witch she had to be. I was on my way to Caldera when I met her. She was a stranger here like myself, and our conversations lightened the burden of travel. She was quite friendly and, well, y'know, we set up camp together. But that night she revealed the witch inside. Cast a spell on me. I couldn't so much as blink! Stole everything, even my worn out clothes, but most importantly, she took my prized axe Cloudcleaver. Join with me, stranger! And let's find her and extract her entrails together!"
- I will help you find her.: "I knew you had the bloodlust in you, stranger! I believe she is still camped where I left her up to the northwest, though I could be wrong as the spell disoriented me a bit, it did. You know this area better than me -- lead the way! This witch shall rue the day she met Hlormar Wine-Sot!"
- I have too much else to do.: "Bah, I took you for a coward the moment I saw you! Stand aside then and make way for any real warriors who be walking this path."
- "I've no more to say to you, coward. Get out of my sight."
- "Onward friend, we must find this witch before she moves again. I can feel Cloudcleaver calling out to me to rescue it from the clutches of evil."
- "That she is. She must pay for what she's done to me!"
- "It is good she is dead."
- "A witch she had to be. I was on my way to Caldera when I met her. She was a stranger here like myself, and our conversations lightened the burden of travel. She was quite friendly and, well, y'know, we set up camp together. But that night she revealed the witch inside. Cast a spell on me. I couldn't so much as blink! Stole everything, even my worn out clothes, but most importantly, she took my prized axe Cloudcleaver. Join with me, stranger! And let's find her and extract her entrails together!"
- Cloudcleaver:
- "Ah, me axe Cloudcleaver. A fine blade she is, though now I fear what that witch's touch will do to it. Me own father Balmir used it himself to slay the Terror of Wrothgar's Quagmire, he did. Now granted the Terror turned out to be a new born nix-hound eating the neighbor's marshmerrow, but me father found him and slew him nevertheless in as grand a fashion as I have ever borne witness to. I cannot wait to have the blade in my hands again, then I'll use it to take that witch's head clean off, I will."
- "A fine axe it is. Perhaps the best ever crafted."
- "Yes, let me hold her in my hands. Ah, my pretty, I've missed you so..."
- Here's your axe, Hlormar.: "Ah, thank you friend. I noticed you admiring the way I fought that old witch, even without the aid of a sharp blade. I don't have any money or treasure to thank you for your help with, but I can give you a few pointers that will help you be stronger in a fight." [Cloudcleaver has been removed from your inventory; Your strength has increased by 2.]
- It belongs with a true warrior. Me.: "That is a poor, poor decision on your part, friend." Goodbye
- "It is good to have my axe in my hands again!"
- my trade: "Makes me living as a fighter for hire I do. Learned the way as a lad in the basement of every seedy bar in Windhelm. After me father's life was claimed by the snow elves, I had to provide for meself with odd mercenary jobs. I'm good with me fists, and better with me axe. I came to Vvardenfell once it was opened to search out some new fortune among these damn dark elves. Now look what's happened to me."
- Sosia's offer: "Well I'll not be waiting another three days to have me bloody axe when it is in the hands of that damned witch! Are you going to help me, friend, or are you believing the lies spilling out of that witch's face?"
- I'll side with you.: "Then let's show this witch the way to her grave together!"
- I believe Sosia.: "Then you will die alongside her!"