Conversation: q_maz_conv
Triggered by
- creature NPC Frár the Restless
q_maz_ghost
Scripts referenced
| Script | Slot | In module | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|
q_maz_end | action | ✓ | |
q_maz_start | action | ✓ | |
q_maz_c4 | active | ✓ | |
q_maz_c3 | active | ✓ | |
q_maz_c2 | active | ✓ | |
q_maz_c1 | active | ✓ | |
q_maz_clow | active | ✓ |
Items checked
These items' tags are checked via GetItemPossessedBy in this conversation's scripts:
Quest entries granted
| Quest | Tag | Step(s) |
|---|---|---|
| The Twentieth Plot of Mazarbul | mazarbul_20 | 1, 4 |
Custom tokens
These runtime tokens are filled by NWScript via SetCustomToken(N, text). The scripts listed set each token; the actual value depends on game state at runtime.
| Token | Set by script(s) |
|---|---|
<CUSTOM6380> | q_maz_c1 |
Starting entries
- entry #0 (if
q_maz_c4) — *The shade is faint now, and quiet* The twentieth plot lies sealed, friend of Du… - entry #1 (if
q_maz_c3) — *The shade stands straighter than any living dwarf* The fires burn. The wraith i… - entry #3 (if
q_maz_c2) — The third fire burns — and it has come, as it came for us! Destroy the wraith! I… - entry #4 (if
q_maz_c1) — The seal-fires wait. of 3 burn for you — one stands here among the records, two… - entry #5 (if
q_maz_clow) — *The shade looks through you, mournful* No. The thing beneath the twentieth plot… - entry #6 — *A dwarf stands among the toppled record-stones, pale as lamp-smoke, a torn page…
Conversation flow
Each starting entry is expanded recursively. Repeated nodes (cycles, shared continuations) appear inline as ↩ link backrefs to the first occurrence.
entry #0 (if q_maz_c4) ¶
*The shade is faint now, and quiet* The twentieth plot lies sealed, friend of Durin's folk. Frár remembers.
reply #0 ¶
Rest well, Frár of Balin's folk.
entry #1 (if q_maz_c3) ¶
*The shade stands straighter than any living dwarf* The fires burn. The wraith is unmade. The twentieth plot of Mazarbul is sealed, and my watch — our watch — is ended at last.
reply #1 → q_maz_end ¶
It is done. The wraith is destroyed, and the twentieth plot is sealed.
entry #3 (if q_maz_c2) ¶
The third fire burns — and it has come, as it came for us! Destroy the wraith! If it slips from your sight, stir any seal-brazier's flame and it will return to smother it.
reply #3 ¶
It will be destroyed.
entry #4 (if q_maz_c1) ¶
The seal-fires wait. <CUSTOM6380>[q_maz_c1] of 3 burn for you — one stands here among the records, two flank Balin's tomb. Light them all, and stand ready for what rises with the third.
reply #4 ¶
I will see it done.
entry #5 (if q_maz_clow) ¶
*The shade looks through you, mournful* No. The thing beneath the twentieth plot unmade better warriors than you, and I will not write another name in the Book. Return when you are stronger — the wraith is no foe for the untried.
reply #5 ¶
I will return when I am stronger.
entry #6 ¶
*A dwarf stands among the toppled record-stones, pale as lamp-smoke, a torn page clutched in his fist* Stranger — hear me. I am Frár, of Balin's colony. We wrote it in the Book of Mazarbul: twenty plots for our dead, twenty seal-fires to keep them. Nineteen were lit before the drums came up from the deep. The twentieth never was — and what lies beneath it does not lie still. Light the three seal-braziers — one in this chamber, two in Balin's Tomb — and face what rises. Do this, and the warden's seal is yours.
reply #6 → q_maz_start ¶
I will light the seal-braziers, master dwarf.
entry #7 ¶
*The shade bows low* The braziers stand cold where we left them: one here among the records, two flanking the tomb of Balin son of Fundin. Touch flame to all three. When the third burns, the thing that broke our watch will come to smother it — destroy it, and return to me.
reply #8 ¶
It will be done.
reply #7 ¶
The dead of Moria are no business of mine.
NPC lines (entries) — flat index
entry #0
*The shade is faint now, and quiet* The twentieth plot lies sealed, friend of Durin's folk. Frár remembers.
- → reply #0 “Rest well, Frár of Balin's folk.”
entry #1
*The shade stands straighter than any living dwarf* The fires burn. The wraith is unmade. The twentieth plot of Mazarbul is sealed, and my watch — our watch — is ended at last.
- → reply #1 “It is done. The wraith is destroyed, and the twentieth plot is sealed.”
entry #2
*He presses a heavy signet into your palm; it is grave-cold, and then it is not* The warden's seal, and what gold the colony still owes its friends. Baruk Khazâd! Go in honor, friend of Durin's folk.
- → reply #2 “Rest now, son of Durin's folk.”
entry #3
The third fire burns — and it has come, as it came for us! Destroy the wraith! If it slips from your sight, stir any seal-brazier's flame and it will return to smother it.
- → reply #3 “It will be destroyed.”
entry #4
The seal-fires wait. <CUSTOM6380>[q_maz_c1] of 3 burn for you — one stands here among the records, two flank Balin's tomb. Light them all, and stand ready for what rises with the third.
- → reply #4 “I will see it done.”
entry #5
*The shade looks through you, mournful* No. The thing beneath the twentieth plot unmade better warriors than you, and I will not write another name in the Book. Return when you are stronger — the wraith is no foe for the untried.
- → reply #5 “I will return when I am stronger.”
entry #6
*A dwarf stands among the toppled record-stones, pale as lamp-smoke, a torn page clutched in his fist* Stranger — hear me. I am Frár, of Balin's colony. We wrote it in the Book of Mazarbul: twenty plots for our dead, twenty seal-fires to keep them. Nineteen were lit before the drums came up from the deep. The twentieth never was — and what lies beneath it does not lie still. Light the three seal-braziers — one in this chamber, two in Balin's Tomb — and face what rises. Do this, and the warden's seal is yours.
- → reply #6 “I will light the seal-braziers, master dwarf.”
- → reply #7 “The dead of Moria are no business of mine.”
entry #7
*The shade bows low* The braziers stand cold where we left them: one here among the records, two flanking the tomb of Balin son of Fundin. Touch flame to all three. When the third burns, the thing that broke our watch will come to smother it — destroy it, and return to me.
- → reply #8 “It will be done.”
PC replies — flat index
reply #0
Rest well, Frár of Balin's folk.
reply #1 →
q_maz_endIt is done. The wraith is destroyed, and the twentieth plot is sealed.
- → entry #2 “*He presses a heavy signet into your palm; it is grave-cold, and then it is not*…”
reply #2
Rest now, son of Durin's folk.
reply #3
It will be destroyed.
reply #4
I will see it done.
reply #5
I will return when I am stronger.
reply #6 →
q_maz_startI will light the seal-braziers, master dwarf.
- → entry #7 “*The shade bows low* The braziers stand cold where we left them: one here among…”
reply #7
The dead of Moria are no business of mine.
reply #8
It will be done.