Tall Tree (Skuld)

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Introduced:  Dark Majesty Related Quests:  Eye of T'thuun Quest, Guardian of the Deru Trees of Marae Lassel Updated:  Risks and Rewards, Seeds of Corruption
Tall Tree
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Tall Tree Live.jpg
Race Unknown
Location Deru Trees of Marae Lassel
Stats
Level 9,789
Strength
Endurance
Coordination
Quickness
Focus
Self
Health
Stamina
Mana

Notes

  • From Timaru, run to 51.9N, 72.7W.
  • For more lore on the Tall Trees, see Deru Trees of Marae Lassel.
  • According to the content cache, the shortest of the Tall Trees is Skuld, with a WCID of 10930 and a name of deruskuld-xp.

Dialog

The dead leaves of the trees above you rustle in the wind. A sibilant, chattering voice breathes, "Sap of Alaidain. Sap of Karishna. The watchful stars turn, man of the south. Soon they shall return. But in that coming, there shall be turning. One shall be another. They shall not know you. There shall be no singing, and no sleep."


The dead leaves of the trees above you rustle in the wind. A sibilant, chattering voice breathes, "How death comes: the great sap of the earth runs to dust, the maw yawns like the idle hunter, branches of eternal feversleep rake poison across the writhing bark of the world."


The dead leaves of the trees above you rustle in the wind. A sibilant, chattering voice breathes, "The saplings of the warmer light and the cleaner light shall crowd each other out."


The dead leaves of the trees above you rustle in the wind. A sibilant, chattering voice breathes, "A sapling shall stand before the seeds of the warmer light. The sapling is bent to loathe its sap, the man of the south, and all seeds of the cleaner light. Weights of earth and anger shall be tied to it, and the sapling shall bend in pain and confusion. But there shall be none to comfort, for the planters are lost to feversleep."