Online:Sorticthel
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Sorticthel | |||
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Location | Dreadsail Reef: Reef Warren | ||
Race | Maormer | Gender | Female |
Health | 804,728(?) | Difficulty | |
Reaction | Neutral | ||
Other Information | |||
Faction(s) | Dreadsails |
Sorticthel (or Sorti) is a Maormer located in Dreadsail Reef. She is the provisions master for the Dreadsails' fleet and can be found tending the bar in the reef warren.
Related Quests[edit]
- Reavers of the Reef: Drive the Dreadsail pirates from the Systres.
Dialogue[edit]
When you arrive at the Reef Warren, Minasi will alert Sortichthel:
- Minasi Vando "Bunch of sorry land urchins coming, Sorti! You want Pennystone to stuff them down the scupper?"
- Sortichthel "Wasn't expecting more visitors, but I'll take their gold like anyone else's. Or off their corpses if they cause trouble."
While wandering the Reef Warren, she will be singing:
- Sortichthel "Our guardian hides its red heart…."
- Sortichthel "In the cavernous depths, in the dark…."
- Sortichthel "Then flies into a rage…."
- Sortichthel "In that ruinous cage…."
- Sortichthel "And devours their bones a la carte!…."
If you speak to her, she will say one of the following:
- "If you came from the arena, I suppose you bested the twins. Fleet Queen won't take kindly to that. Suggest you have a drink before she guts you."
- "This is neutral ground. I aim to respect that even if you weren't invited by the queen. No fighting, no problem."
- "Suppose your arrival has something to do with all the commotion outside. Keep the fighting out of here. I hate scrubbing blood off the bar."
After returning back to the Reef Warren, when you defeat Bow Breaker and Sail Ripper, she will resume singing:
- Sortichthel "Our best, it called bolts from the sky…."
- Sortichthel "With a hideous, earsplitting cry…."
- Sortichthel "So run, my sweet lad…."
- Sortichthel "'Neath the decks, ironclad…."
- Sortichthel "If you stand in the open, you'll die!"
- Sortichthel "Now go, oh me hearties so grim…."
- Sortichthel "To that bleak prison cavern so dim…."
- Sortichthel "It's your blood that you'll spill…."
- Sortichthel "'Til you've all had your fill."
- Sortichthel "'Or until you can no longer swim!"
Notes[edit]
- She is the author of Sorti's Shanties in Progress and Crafting Motif 110: Dreadsails Style.