Wolf Lodge

Wolf Lodge

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Map of Wolf Lodge

Type

Area

Zone

Hoelbrak
(Shiverpeak Mountains)

Connects to

Eastern Watchpost (E)
Hall of Legends (NE)
Might and Main (NW)
Southern Watchpost (SW)

Image(s)

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The projection of Wolf that appears over the Wolf Lodge.

The Wolf Lodge is one of the four main lodges in Hoelbrak and is dedicated to Wolf.

Locations

Waypoints

Wolf Waypoint —

Points of Interest

Wolf Hallow —

NPCs

Allies

Canine

• Wolf
• Wolf Pup

Charr

• Traveler

Norn

• Aesbjorn
• Carpenter
• Elder
• Fastulf Jotharsson
• Fastvi
• Gardener
• Kid
• Lizbet Fleister
• Local
• Petitioner
• Rancher
• Sculptor
• Shaman Fierena
• Yngvald

Services

Anessa

Holda

Stalla

Pets

• Juvenile Alpine Wolf

Ambient dialogue

Wolf Shaman: You look as though you're doing well.

Petitioner: I've joined a pack of warriors. We fight well together.

Wolf Shaman: Wolf's blessing upon you. May he keep your pack swift and your blade sharp.

Monika Vinge: He's handsome, but so timid. If he were bolder, we'd be hunting together by now.

Wolfborn: (growl) That was bracing! Nothing like a skinny dip to wake yourself up.

Wolfborn: Just passing through?

Charr Traveler: Sure enough.

Wolfborn: Great. Stay sharp. You never know who's watching you.

Local: Wolf was in my dream last night, but I didn't understand him. I'm used to Bear.

Fastulf Jotharsson: That vision was a gift from the Spirits. You'd better try harder next time.

Local: I'll wait for him to show again. His gift will be mine.

Local: That last mission, I could've charges by the scar.

Local (1): You did the badger thing?

Local (2): You should've seen her face! Oh, it was so worth it.

Local (1): Raven's beak! You're a brave one.

Local (1): I'm collecting extra beard hair. Going to make gloves.

Local (2): That's a terrible idea.

Local (1): But my beard is soft and silky. I can run my hands through it for hours!

Local (2): Still...

Bard: Anyone can design. The real question is: can you build it?

Sculptor: You'll eat those doubts.

Bard: We'll see.

Elder: You seem weary. What troubles you?

Petitioner: I've honored Wolf with my kills, and I'm tired of being alone. I want to start a family.

Elder: Your greatest deeds don't just honor the totems. At the next moot, you might even impress a bride.

Local (1): Smells like yak around here.

Local (2): I thought that was you.

Kid (1): It's almost time. Shaman Fierena promised us a meaty legend this time.

Kid (2): I can't wait! Last time, her tales made me dream I was great hunter.

Kid (3): Last time, her tales made you wake up crying like a-

Shaman Fierena: (wolf howl) Come to me, kids, and any who would hear a tale of Wolf's glory.

Kid (1): I bet you she's going to tell the one of Wolf and the Great Devourer.

Kid (2): No. She's going to tell us how Wolf ate a grawl god.

Kid (3): Shhhh.

Shaman Fierena: I have a special take for you tonight. It's not about Wolf. It's about Wolf's pack.

Kid (2): Not about wolf?

Kid (3): Shhhh.

Shaman Fierena: A long time ago, in the darkest of woods, on the highest of mountains, Wolf got lost.

Shaman Fierena: He was looking, you see, for a lone eight-year-old who had wandered off and become stuck in a deep ravine.

Shaman Fierena: Wolf hear the lone kid's cries for help. And he followed them to the ravine. He found the kid.

Shaman Fierena: But once he was in the ravine, he had nothing to guide him out. Wolf did not know which direction to go.

Kid (1): Oh no! Was he scared?

Kid (2): Wolf never gets scared.

Shaman Fierena: Even Wolf can know fear. There's no shame in being afraid, only in letting it freeze you.

Shaman Fierena: Wolf was in the ravine, trying to hold back a blizzard. The injured kid was freezing and bleeding into the snow.

Shaman Fierena: That's when Wolf's pack noticed he was missing, and they began to howl.

Kid (3): And Wolf hear them!

Shaman Fierena: Yes. Wolf followed their voices back to the den, where it was warm and there was food.

Kid (1): What about the kid? Was he okay?

Shaman Fierena: That kid was a female, my little snowflake. And she was okay. She learned that her pack could mean the difference between life and death.

Kid: Tell me a joke.

Bard: I don't do that, kid.

Kid: Puppets?

Bard: No!

Bard: If you had my perfect voice, what would you sing about? I'm sure what you've seen could make some epic songs.

Elder: Oh, I don't know. Nowadays when I feel like singing, I want to sing about simple pleasures.

Elder: Tracking a deer, just to watch it. Biting into a haunch of meat so fresh from the fire it burns your mouth. That kind of thing.

Bard: These are great! Tell me more.

Elder: Later. I need rest.

Local (1): Nice weather, isn't it?

Local (2): Yup. It's getting' colder.

Hunter: My father died.

Bard: Tell me more, my old friend.

Hunter: He died fighting, his axe buried in a drake's skull. Come, we'll drink to his memory.

Local (1): My son is baking bread again. He wants to trade for some venison.

Local (2): My daughter's out hunting. We should have some more soon.

Elder: My son ran off with a pack of Sons of Svanir.

Barkeep: That's bad news. I've never heard of anyone coming back from the Svanir.

Elder: He's a grown man. He's old enough to make his own decisions.

Barkeep: Yup. Even the bad ones.

Local: The Sons of Svanir follow in the footsteps of Dragon. Is that true?

Barkeep: So my patrons tell me. It's a path of destruction.

Barkeep: Over the years, I've known several hunters whose hunger for power has driven them to follow Dragon.

Elder: Makes sense. Who doesn't want to be the best, strongest hunter?

Local: Yeah. Trouble is, the longer they follow Dragon, the more it corrupts them.

Carpenter: He held me tight, but he just wasn't you.

Local: Aren't you sweet.

Kid (1): Just admit I'm stronger.

Kid (2): Never!

Local: You look awful.

Hunter: That's nothing. You should see the dolyak.

Local: Wow, you actually shut up when I'm talking. I'd go crazy with nobody to listen to me.

Local (1): My son is driving me mad! He's always knocking over my axes and messing with my workbench.

Local (2): You should take him hunting, teach him a few things.

Local (1): Yes, my father hunted me as a child. Perhaps I should hunt my son.

Local (2): Wait, what? No, no, no, no.

Local: He looks at you when you're not looking. You should go over and offer to wash his beard.

Gardener: I like to plant competing species together and watch them fight for resources.

Prospector: Sounds like a slow fight.

Gardener: Depends on the plant. But it doesn't matter. I'm very patient.

Kid (1): Spirit fight! I'm Jormag.

Kid (2): Raven's my favorite. But I like Bear, too. Oh, but Snow Leopard is so sleek.

Kid (3): Just be all of them and see if you can take on Jormag.

Agneta Modyg: I love Eir's wolf, Garm. He looks big and mean, but he likes to lick my face whenever I see him.

Wolfborn (1): (groan) I challenged my wife to some axe-throwing.

Wolfborn (2): For good reason, I hope.

Wolfborn (1): We were arguing, and it just came out. If I beat her, she'll hate me. If I lose, I'll never hear the end of it.

Wolfborn (2): Sounds like disaster brewing. I'll bring a keg and watch.

Local (1): I can't wait for the moot.

Local (2): Ah, me too. I just forged a new stein for the occasion. It'll help me drink ale faster.

Local (1): More than Tacalla's Masterglass, or Klen's Keg Drainer?

Local (2): Hm. Mere thimbles compared to what I've crafted. Imagine a kayak, but with a handle and a spout.

Local (1): We're waiting on our knees for a hero. We should attack Jormag now.

Local (2): You say that every day.

Local (1): Where's your bravery? While you wait for someone to break the tooth, Jormag takes more land.

Local (3): You need a drink. Keep your mouth busy with something useful.

Local (1): Bah! Drinking instead of doing. Jora would be insulted.

Local: Find a man who can outrun a snow leopard, and you've found a keeper.

Elder: I can't stand the Sons of Svanir or the dredge. Mindless cults make me sick.

Local: Yeah. One brainwashes our friends and the other has no fear of us.

Elder: What? Nobody who foes to the Sons is my friends, and dredge are cowards.

Local: But they could be on to something. If we don't stick together, we'll lost more of our land.

Local (1): I'm still bitter that Whitebear exiled my brother.

Local (2): He probably deserved it.

Local (1): My brother kept saying our defenses are too weak, so Whitebear kicked him out, right into a blizzard.

Gardener: I try to grow them as big and as fast as I can.

Rancher: Yes. I immediately slaughter the weak in my herd. They slow down the rest.

Gallery

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  Render of the projection of Wolf that appears over the Wolf Lodge.

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