| Liam (TR_m1_Liam) | |||
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| Added by | Tamriel Rebuilt | ||
| Home City | Port Telvannis | ||
| Location | The Lost Crab Tavern | ||
| Race | Breton | Gender | Male |
| Level | 4 | Class | Bard |
| Other Information | |||
| Health | 52 | Magicka | 134 |
| Alarm | 0 | Fight | 30 |
Liam is a Breton bard who can be found in The Lost Crab Tavern in Port Telvannis. He needs help finding the woman who has been the inspiration of his poetry, as she has disappeared.
He wears an expensive shirt with a pair of common pants and matching shoes. Aside from his natural bonus and resistance to magicka, and his ability to shield himself for short periods, he knows no spells.
Related QuestsEdit
MiscellaneousEdit
- Ninety-Nine Percent Inspiration: A poet's muse is the final one percent of his inspiration, and she is not happy about that...
DialogueEdit
Ninety-Nine Percent InspirationEdit
- Greetings:
- "Alas, woe is me, good %PCRace. Without my muse I have no inspiration for my beautiful poetry."
- "How goes the search for my muse, good %PCClass?"
- muse:
- "Indeed, good friend, indeed. She was forced to leave Port Telvannis through circumstances beyond our control, and I would give anything were someone to bring her back to me. Alas, I do not even remember her name. Say, shall I describe her to you, so that you may initiate a search?"
- Okay.: "Very well. Ahem.
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- A beautiful maid from Cyrod did hail,
- Compared to her beauty all others did pale,
- This maiden so sweet, this maiden so fair,
- In the style of the tail of a horse was her hair,
- 'Twas red as a rose, entwined 'pon her head,
- And I lust for the day when she'll take me to bed.
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- Beautiful yet bawdy, no? And so was she, but now she's gone. Please try and find her, %PCName. It means so much to me."
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- I have better things to do.: "No time to help a humble minstrel? It must be something truly pressing that ails you."
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- "Any sight of my fair maiden, %PCName?"
- "What, so she really hated my poetry? I find your claim unbelievable, %PCName. You clearly just couldn't find her and decided to make this up as an excuse. I don't begrudge you that, but I have nothing more to discuss with you."
- "I'm sure you don't really care, %PCName."
- "You convinced her to visit me? Oh, glorious day! Bartender, a drink for my friend here! I feel inspired already!
- Oh, an %PCRace, strong and brave, did seek throughout the land,
- The maiden so fair and strong of heart a Daedra'd stay his hand,
- 'Pon envisioning her countenance, so fair,
- And simply stand, stop and stare.
- The bold %PCRace did walk through strife and find that pretty maid..." (Disposition up by 10, and you receive a Cyrodiilic Brandy)
- Well, thanks for the drink. I'll... er... I'll be going now.: "So soon? But I've barely even started. Alas. Well, I bid thee fare well on your voyages." Goodbye
- "I can feel my inspiration returning already."