Bluecrow
Level 85 High Elf Hunter on Mordor -- completed 6400 quests and 1461 deeds. Total of 7861 quests/deeds.
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Quest: Instance: The Greymaul Rebellion
Durin has challenged Mótsog to deny his treachery, but the mysterious dwarf insists he will not.
Quest level: 139
Category: The Legacy of Durin and the Trials of the Dwarves
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Quest dialog (Show dialog)
'How could Durin the Deathless entrust one such as Mótsog with the rule of his kingdom? It beggars belief, Player! Were there no indications of Mótsog's evil, or of his treacherous nature?'0/1
1 Speak to (Show dialog)
'How could Durin the Deathless entrust one such as Mótsog with the rule of his kingdom? It beggars belief, Player! Were there no indications of Mótsog's evil, or of his treacherous nature?'0/1
Special conditionWORLD_EVENT_CONDITION0/1
3 Speak to (Show dialog)
'Durin took the greater portion of the Longbeards with him to found the Dwarrowdelf of Khazad-dûm, and I governed those who remained behind. Those years were hard and bloody, for the Orcs had been emboldened by the exodus of so many dwarves; they sought to conquer Gundabad.
'We held them back, but with so few defenders the cost was high. Six of my seven sons were slain in those wars, and only the youngest, Módvit, survived to be named my sole heir. My heart grew cold, and only Orc-slaying could bring me any joy. The heads of our enemies adorned the gates of the Mountain-home.
'Some among my people whispered that Durin had abandoned us to the encircling Orcs. During the years that followed the whispers grew, and with them my own legend: noble Mótsog who stood alone against all the forces of Morgoth, fighting to preserve his people. My son Módvit became the fiercest of my adherents, and in time he had me believing what was said of me: that I was equal to, or perhaps even greater than, the king himself.'0/1
Special conditionWORLD_EVENT_CONDITION0/1
5 Speak to (Show dialog)
'The sight of mithril weapons in the hands of the Elves had kindled a dark flame of greed and envy in my heart. How many of my people might have been spared had Durin given such true-steel to we who remained? How many of my sons might have survived battle with the Orcs and trolls that sought to conquer the Mountain-home, had they possessed weapons of such quality?
'Only one son remained to me on that dark day, and it was he who slew the Elf-captain. His people leapt to the defence, wielding their mithril blades with deadly skill, but Módvit was not alone, and my worthiest commanders stood with him.
'When the fighting was ended, my spear too dripped with the blood of my guests.'0/1
Special conditionWORLD_EVENT_CONDITION0/1
7 Speak to (Show dialog)
'With its thick walls and defensible approaches, my new stronghold of Biriz-zahar in the high mountains to the south was secure from any assault. My loyal Greymauls stood at the parapets of my city and gloated, insisting that Durin's warriors would be unable to ascend the heights and the former king would meet our demands.
'But I wondered, and I worried. The defences of Biriz-zahar were strong... but I feared they would not be strong enough. Word reached me that the former king had assembled a vast army of Longbeards, and even now he marched at its head to put down the revolt. We could not hope to match such numbers as Durin levied, and the size of the approaching host was more than double my own.
'In Biriz-zahar I had built my tomb. This truth came slowly to me, but it did not come to me alone.'0/1
Special conditionWORLD_EVENT_CONDITION0/1
9 Speak to (Show dialog)
'Orc and dwarf and troll marched side by side in the Misty Mountains for the first time, and as Durin's own army approached Gundabad my combined force fell upon his with a ferocity he could never have anticipated. The rout was total and complete, and the finest warriors of Khazad-dûm fled from the hammers of the Greymauls and the fangs of the Orcs and the clubs of the mountain-trolls.
'Durin's eldest sons were slain by Orcs in that first battle, and I thought it meet; had I not lost my own sons, save Módvit, to such as they? It seemed little different to me at the time, though I had joined hands with the forces of Morgoth and his commander Sauron; it was Durin drove me to do so, and if there was to be blame let it lie with him!
'My forces returned in triumph to Biriz-zahar, and my commanders believed the war had reached a decisive end. I knew it was not so. I knew it for what it proved to be: the beginning only.'0/1
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