Kurvic the Hound

Eye of Kol Korran
As you get into the back area of the ship, he calls you closer.


 * Kurvic the Hound: Hoy there, ! Got a moment for a no-luck knotter who lost his mates?
 * You: What happened to them?
 * Kurvic the Hound: Gar, it's a sad tale, or I'm a drowned dwarf. We thought we could make us our life's riches, huntin' for gold on Sorrowdusk's shores. Never was there born a bigger lot o' fools, and never will there be! Kurvic sighs, shaking his head sadly.
 * You: Sorrowdusk? Where's that? I've never heard of it.
 * Kurvic the Hound: That's no mistake. They don't put it on any charts, not no more. Too much blood spilled on her ground. It's a haunted place, they say... used to be a temple there, see. Kurvic lowers his voice and bites his thumb as a ward against evil. A temple o' the Dark Six, what's worse.
 * You: Sounds horrible.
 * Kurvic the Hound: You ain't half wrong. Them priests who lived there were foul knotters, used to cut men's throats and give the blood to their gods! Kurvic spits. But that were long ago, back when Stormreach was new-built. The Flamesmen brought the place low, and only ghosts live there now. Or so they said.
 * You: You found out different, didn't you?
 * Kurvic the Hound: Kurvic laughs bitterly. Yar, ye say true. Frou-and-ten of us, all hands with cudgel an' cutlass, and we didn't last no longer'n a bunch o' kobolds. In all the tales, no one said naught 'bout the place bein' overrun with trolls and ogres! He shudders at the memory.
 * You: You lived, though. How?
 * Kurvic the Hound: Luck and wits. I got knocked on the head, an' I'll have the knot on my skull the rest o' my life. Than I stayed down, and they didn't bother me. That was the wits -- the luck was, I wasn't one o' the poor blighters they dragged off to eat. Kurvic looks ill. Then Bruku showed up, and helped me back to health.
 * You: Bruku? Who's that?
 * Kurvic the Hound: He's an ogre elder, from the Grey Moon tribe. They're the ones attacked the lads and me, with the trolls. There was some sort of uprising in his clan, a new chief, and he threw Bruku out for arguing with him. There was more to it, but ... well, I'd gotten conked on the dead. My memory o' those days ain't so good.
 * You: Can you take me to Sorrowdusk?
 * Kurvic the Hound: Take ye? Kurvic's eyes widen. Not ashore, not for all the shards in Khyber! But I can drop ye at the coast, and you can head inland from there.
 * You: All right, I'm ready. Drop me off.
 * Kurvic the Hound: Talk to Bruku when ye get there .. he's not far from the landing. Just follow the path an' look for the standing-stones. Off ye go, now, and the Host watch over ye!(Enter wilderness)
 * You: Maybe another time, thanks.
 * Kurvic the Hound: Aye, sure. Wouldn't send ye ashore there till ye're good an' ready. (Walk away)
 * You: Trolls and ogres? Working together?
 * Kurvic the Hound: Mad, isn't it? Always thought they'd sooner rot than help each other, but there they were. Later, when he was helping me recover after the fight, Bruku told me they've only started banding together recently.
 * You: Who's Bruku? (see above)
 * You: What happened to your mates?
 * Kurvic the Hound: We sailed there, a dozen and two of us, thought it were a lucky number. kenned we could get us some o' the priests' gold, get rich, an' buy a fleet of our own. Damned stupid. We eren't ashore more'n a few hours that we got attacked. Ogres and trolls! They went through us like rice at reap-time.
 * You: How did you survive? (see above: "You lived though. How?")
 * You: Ogres and trolls ... they don't normally work together, do they? (see above)
 * You: Who are the Dark Six?
 * Kurvic the Hound: Kurvic peers at you with narrow eyes. Are ye daft? The Six are the foul gods, the unclean ones, the foes of the Sovereign Host! they're the ones murderers call out to in the night, who pour poison in the ears of kings! Who are the Six indeed!
 * You: I'm sorry, I'm not very learned. that temple must be an awful place. (See above: "Sounds horrible.")
 * You: I was just joking. I knew who the Six were. But what happened on Sorrowdusk? (See above: "What happened to your mates?")
 * You: Nothing makes more fools of more men than greed.
 * Kurvic the Hound: Bah! The man said that never got drunk on Bent Anchor Ale! Kurvic cackles, then grows quiet again. But was greed got us in the stew, ye're right there. Greed an' the lure of Sorrowdusk.
 * You: That's twice you've mentioned Sorrowdusk. I've never heard of it. (see above)
 * You: What happened to your mates? (see above)
 * You: I'm in a hurry. What's your trouble?
 * Kurvic the Hound: Ye can make time, surely. It's no small tale, and won't be no better for the shortening. Ye'd do well to listen, too, friend ... especially if ye're like to sail near Sorrowdusk Isle!
 * You: Sorrowdusk? Never heard of it. (see above)
 * You: Don't you have ears? I said I have no time for stories!
 * Kurvic the Hound: Be off with ye, then, and good to see yer back. Some knotters can learn to be patient, some need to me made that way. Pray to yer gods someone teaches ye with somethin' softer'n a belaying pin! (Walk away)
 * You: Not now.
 * Kurvic the Hound: Be off with ye, then, and good to see yer back. Some knotters can learn to be patient, some need to me made that way. Pray to yer gods someone teaches ye with somethin' softer'n a belaying pin! (Walk away)