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Miroc Thrice-Born

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Name: Miroc Thrice-Born

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Bestows Quest(s): Tomb of the Wizard-King

Affiliation(s): The Free Agents

Location: Zawabi's Refuge, near the Banker


Zawabi's Refuge[edit]

If you try to talk to him while at level 8 or lower, he will reply:

  • Miroc Thrice-Born: Two hundred years ago, I performed a service for the gods and learned a secret beyond price. I learned how to transfer my spirit into the body of a dying child, refreshing mt physical youth. Oh, do not scowl! The world is full of dying children. I have only used 'vessels' at the moment of their natural passing, when no healer could save them. But the process revives my body, not my true spirit. Now, my spirit wanes and my mind grows dim. I have not the power to be 'born' a fourth time. Great Zawabi might lend me the strength for a final attempt. But Zawabi rejects my path to immortality! He refuses to help me! He will do nothing!

If you are at level 9 or higher, however, he will reply:

  • Miroc Thrice-Born: The man before you speaks in a rough whisper. Hero... you come to me at a bad time. It is almost too late. Miroc's tricks no longer suffice to sustain his old age. Poor Miroc Thrice-Born will never again regain his youth. Not without Zawabi's help. And Zawabi will do nothing!
    • You: I am willing to aid your quest for longevity... for a price.
      • Miroc Thrice-Born: How can you help? You are no arch-djinni. There is only one in Eberron who can save me, and wicked Zawabi had no choice? Yes! That is the answer! Miroc pauses for a moment, formulating his thoughts. Friend, you must attempt a deed of unmatched heroism. You must find the Tomb of the Wizard-King and slay the lich of Raiyum the Eternal! How could such a deed be evil? Raiyum's twisted power is a blight upon the land!
      • You: How does this help you regain your youth? I sense deception.
      • Miroc Thrice-Born: There is no deception. I am skilled in the commanding of spirits—indeed, that is the nature of the magic that lets me inhabit a new body. If you destroy Raiyum's lich, the circle that binds Zawabi will falter, if only for a moment. In that moment, I will reach out to Zawabi with my utmost power. I will command him to send me into a new vessel. I will be free of this wasting body! And I will have another lifetime to search for the cure to my aging spirit. Will you do what I ask? The rites used by Raiyum to become a lich were far darker than this!
        • You: Hmm... the tomb of Raiyum must hold great wealth. I will consider your request. But I promise nothing. (Bestow quest)
          • Miroc Thrice-Born: One final request: you must bring me Raiyum's phylactery as proof of your success. Do not forget it!
    • You: What are these tricks? And just how old are you, anyway?
      • Miroc Thrice-Born: Two hundred years ago, I performed a service for the gods and learned a secret beyond price. I learned how to transfer my spirit into the body of a dying child, refreshing my physical youth. Oh, do not scowl! The world is full of dying children. I have only used 'vessels' at the moment of their natural passing, when no healer could save them. But the process revives my body, not my true spirit. Now, my spirit wanes and my mind grows dim. I have not the power to be 'born' a fourth time. Great Zawabi might lend me the strength for a final attempt. But Zawabi rejects my path to immortality! He refuses to help me! He will do nothing!

Talking to him after acquiring the quest, but before completion, will make he say:

  • Miroc Thrice-Born: Raiyum the Eternal, the Wizard-King, was responsible for the summoning of Lailat to this forsaken desert. In his undead form, he has perpetuated his evil across untold generations. Whether or not you approve of my magics, can you deny that Eberron will be a better place without his rotting hatred?

On completion of quest, he will congratulate you with the following:

  • Miroc Thrice-Born: Miroc looks even older than before -- but a strange joy twinkles in his eyes. Hero! You have destroyed the lich of the Wizard-King! Of course, I knew of Raiyum's destruction at the moment it happened. At that moment, I planned to master Zawabi's will or perish. I reached through the binding circle to command Zawabi... and then it happened.
  • You: What happened when you tried to bind Zawabi?
  • Miroc Thrice-Born: I learned that I am a fool! Zawabi's mind is vast—as vast as the oceans! He is far too great to be subjugated by a thrice-old codger like me. Instead of forcing Zawabi to obey my commands, I found my mind submerged in a wisdom that surpassed the ages. I am different now, and wiser. I know this body must be my last. The only alternative is the life-in-death of Raiyum the Eternal, and Zawabi taught me the futility of that path.
  • You: And the phylactery?
  • Miroc Thrice-Born: Asking for the phylactery was the worst of my misdeeds. If my plan to bind Zawabi failed, I thought to study Raiyum's vessel of immortality. Now I see that I was on the verge of losing my soul. Ask Zawabi what to do with Raiyum's phylactery—I want nothing to do with it! Miroc allows himself a wry grin. In truth, I am but a hedge-wizard who once learned a clever trick. I could never have attained lich-hood. Follies upon follies... but soon my foolishness will end, and I will rest quietly. With this I am content.
  • You: Your path to wisdom has been long, Miroc. May Zawabi's gift of peace serve you well.
  • Miroc Thrice-Born: Zawabi will honor you greatly for defeating the lich of the Wizard-King.

After completing the quest and taking the reward, if you talk to him again, he will reply:

  • Miroc Thrice-Born: Miroc sighs. It is hard to accept the end of my days. I have lived so long, and learned so much. Must all my memories rot in a desert grave? I try to remember the peace I felt when I communed with Zawabi, but it is fleeting. I only hope your victory was a help to the arch-djinni, for I owe him my soul.