Blood Fiend
Bloody Lord Kirunak, the leader of the dark ones, killed many brave Elven warriors at the final battle of the Underground Fortress! Legend says that he still lurks near that ruined battlefield! Arise, Elven warriors! Revenge is ours at last!
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1 NPCCreameesAccessory Merchantდამწყები NPC · Elven Area6 დიალოგი
Personally, I don't want to work with Dark Elves like you. If I think of what I lost to the race of darkness, I want to draw my sword and cut off your head this very moment. You may think me rude to say so, but that is my honest feeling.
(Not available for Dark Elven characters.)
Among the many battles with the Dark Elves, the fiercest battle took place in the Underground Fortress. The last battle between the two races happened there. The blood of the injured from both sides ran red on the floor of the fortress, and crows covered the skies. Suddenly, the gates of hell opened and the Drevanuls, devils from hell, spilled forth. The Dark Elven magicians, driven into a corner, had called upon these bloodthirsty devils.
Hundreds of Elves and Dark Elves alike were cruelly slain in the Underground Fortress in a bloody, evil feast of insanity. Luckily I survived, but I still suffer from nightmares. One day, I will avenge the death of my brothers who died at the hands of the devils.
(This quest may only be undertaken by any character, except Dark Elf, of level 21 and above.)
Among the many battles with the Dark Elves, the fiercest battle took place in the Underground Fortress. The last battle between the two races happened there. The blood of the injured from both sides ran red on the floor of the fortress, and crows covered the skies. Suddenly, the gates of hell opened and the Drevanuls, devils from hell, spilled forth. The Dark Elven Mystics, driven into a corner, had called upon these bloodthirsty devils.
Hundreds of Elves and Dark Elves alike were cruelly slain in the Underground Fortress in a bloody, evil feast of insanity. Luckily I survived, but I still suffer from nightmares.
Can't you see that we must avenge the deaths of our brothers who fought to protect our home from the dark race, and died at the cruel hands of those devils? I have already retired and cannot go forth with a sword or staff ... But shouldn't a young, brave youth like yourself honor the sacrifice of your ancestors and avenge their deaths?
Say you will avenge them
The Drevanul devils that came through the gates of hell during the last battle still live in the ruins of the Underground Fortress. Their leader is the Drevanul Kirunak, also called the 'Blood Fiend'. Slay Kirunak and bring back his skull as proof of his death. Our revenge will then be complete.
May the brilliance of Einhasad's will protect you. Do not hesitate to raise high the sword of revenge!
In order to make our revenge complete, you must slay Kirunak, the leader of the Drevanuls. Please hurry and kill this monster. May the brilliance of Einhasad's will protect you. Do not hesitate to raise high the sword of revenge!
The skull of the Blood Fiend Kirunak... if only this would wash away the sins of the past...
Thank you. I'll compensate you as promised. And... I must make a confession. It was not the Dark Elven Mystics, but I that called forth Kirunak from hell during the last siege of the fortress. Originally I was an Elemental Summoner commanding the elements of nature, but I was swept up by the madness of battle and used forbidden sorcery to summon the devils. But I could not control the violence of the Drevanuls. They started to slay not only the Dark Elves, but also those of my race. I was seized with fear, and fled without ever looking back.
You do not need to speak, I know. The sin of murdering hundreds of my kin will never be washed clean ... but with your help I sent the devils that I summoned back to the place they came from, and that is a great consolation to me. What can I say? I cannot expect to avoid your blame. But at least know this, that I have lived for more than three hundred years in painful regret.