the hermit

vnum

#13507

palavras-chave

hermit

origem

mob/135.mob:122 · zona 135 · tipo E

nível / remort

15 / 9 1-25

HP

1d1+1500 (médio 1501.0)

dano

5d3+96 (médio 106.0)

AC / hitroll

-50 / 25

ouro / exp

225 / 33420 (cru: 225 / 30382)

alinhamento

500

classe / raça / sexo

Shaman / Humans / Neutral

posição

Standing (padrão 8)

flags

SENTINEL, ISNPC

afetos

—

especs

Att2=50, Att3=20, Att4=5

triggers / quests

— / —

lojista de

—

inventário de reset

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Descrição

Although raving mad, the hermit has come out of his isolation since he has not spoken with anyone for ages. The shaggy hermit draws you over and begins to tell a strange tale, 'Some 600 years ago, when I was but a lad, a great dragon ruled the land. His name was Ancalador. Many heroes came to do battle with him, but all failed and died, horribly, I imagine. But one wizard challenged the Drake to a magic duel. He too died, like the others, but with his last breath, the wizard turned the mighty Ancalador to stone! Many believed the dragon's evil reign ended, but after the dancing and drinking were over, and life returned to its quiet pace, the people began to notice that the Dragon's presence could still be felt. Ancalador did, in fact, continue to rule from his petrified prison through the manipulation of the minds of men. Indeed, he has done so to this day. Many believe he is plotting the day he can return in the flesh, so to speak...' With that the Hermit begins to cackle madly, tears running down his leathery face. You can get no more out of him.

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