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Cold Truth

Location: Stoneheart Fall (Books 1 and 2) -> True Mortal -> Quests -> Rise of Nivalis -> Cold Truth
Requirements: Completion of Icy Beginnings
Release Date: September 23rd, 2016

Objective: After enjoying the hospitality of Laguzoki, it's onward on the trail of the Ice Giants.
Objective completed: Something awful happened to that Ice Giant village. What did Nivalis have to do with it?

Scaled Yes/No: Yes

(3) Arctic Wolf
(6) Ice Elemental
(5) KhyRhian
(2) Snowy Tog
(1) Sceolan - Boss


Blizzard's Hardhead (I-VIII)
Bone Caster's Staff (I-VIII)
Stormrider's Dagger (I-VIII)

Access to Cold Truths Loot and Dragon Clan Scythe DC

True Mortal: What did you learn, <Character>?

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    *You are seated next to a cauldron where Laguzoki prepares a type of aquatic green soup heated over a fire burning from solid ice. He hands you a bowl with the soup to eat from.*

    <Character>: Umm...
    Laguzoki: You must forgive me, but I must observe the rules of Hospitality. As a guest, you may expect safety, a hot meal, and a cold drink.
    Laguzoki: Slake your hunger and thirst and listen for a moment. I have much to tell you.
    Laguzoki: Many generations ago, we Ice Giants lived on the shores of the sea. We grew limited crops, we hunted for game, and we warred.
    Laguzoki: As we have a love of storms, when the winter season grew strong and the seas grew rough...
    Laguzoki: We would sail in our ships and would raid all along the coastlines. This had ever been our way, and thus was natural to us.
    Laguzoki: Eventually, those coastal cities united against us.
    Laguzoki: They came at us in hundreds and thousands, and we were driven north. Northward we went, harried a great deal of the way.
    Laguzoki: We were led by the Bright One. One we called Frostfyre.
    Laguzoki: He had the making of that lovely fire you see over there. It too is known as Frostfyre. It feeds off snow and ice rather than wood.
    Laguzoki: ... It can cook without apparent heat, and can make a room comfortable without making it over warm.
    Laguzoki: Only one of his line could create this fire. Only one of his line was blessed with the elemental gift.
    Laguzoki: We Ice Giants could all do rudimentary magic back then, but only his line could achieve greatness.

    *A silence echoes the hut's interior for a brief second while you take in the insightful information given to you.*

    <Character>: Why are you telling me all this?
    Laguzoki: One must know the past to understand the future.
    Laguzoki: When I first met young Nivalis, he was but twelve. His gift was incredible, his mind as sharp as the Bright One's.
    Laguzoki: As Stone Thrower, I was his tutor in all things magical.
    Laguzoki: He applied himself to the ancient tomes of his predecessors with great acuity.
    Laguzoki: He read voraciously; anything that would help him build power.
    Laguzoki: Indeed, he was richly blessed and he quickly became adept at whatever magic he tried.
    Laguzoki: It must be admitted though, that he was particularly gifted with the Ice Magic of our people.
    Laguzoki: It was my duty to educate him in the hopes that he would be the one to lead us home.
    Laguzoki: We have been waiting many generations for the coming of the one who would be able to lead us to our homeland and help us keep it.
    Laguzoki: He was raised to that ideal, and he took it to heart... but soon I learned something that filled me with dread.
    Laguzoki: He sought not just to lead us home, but to take the world by storm and ice.
    Laguzoki: He was in his late thirties when he learned of this Isathaara and the Brotherhood.
    Laguzoki: By then, I had begun to hope his plan was for naught, but alas!
    Laguzoki: How wrong I was! I knew this could not be what we sought, so I consulted the bones.
    Laguzoki: They proved me right. The bones showed me that the course Nivalis of the Frostfyre clan intended to follow would lead us all into disaster.
    Laguzoki: With a frozen world, all life would die out. The freezing of the world would lead to the death of plant life, and wildlife.
    Laguzoki: With nothing to sustain our bodies, we would slowly starve to death.
    Laguzoki: I argued with him and he cast me out. It seemed he would tolerate no opinion but his own.
    Laguzoki: He is convinced that this is his destiny and I cannot change his mind. Now I live here, on the edge of the land that was once our home.
    Laguzoki: I have been waiting here for many years for you.
    <Character>: For me?
    Laguzoki: Aye. And I knew it would be you, I knew your name many years ago, when I learned where I must go and what I must do.
    Laguzoki: Now I have warned you. It is time for myself and Burr, my furry son, to build a ship and set sail when the stormy seas of winter lay siege to the coastline.
    <Character>: What of the other Ice Giants? Did they follow him blindly, or do they too question Nivalis?
    Laguzoki: That is a difficult question to answer... The short of it is that when I was there, little was known of his plan.
    Laguzoki: I managed to warn a few before I was cast out, but I know not the political mood now.
    Laguzoki: I can say safely that there are some who would not follow him, but what shall or has become of them is obscured to me.
    <Character>: Where should I go from here?
    Laguzoki: Hie you farther north, <Character>, Hie you farther north to the mountains and seek the village at the foot of the largest one, in the lee of the wind.
    Laguzoki: There, you may find answers... if the heavens are good.

    *You leave the hut and venture into a tattered wigwam village covered by a light blizzard and a stone translator split into four scattered throughout the area.*

    *You find a journal written in KhyRhian language inside one of the empty tents. It can only be read clearly once you can decipher its alphabet. (See below for deciphered text)*

    *You continue to explore the wigwam village. In another tent, you find a second journal with a terrifyingly familiar symbol.*

    *You seek farther north from where you met Laguzoki and reach a place with an ancient temple-like structure where you face off Sceolan. Dealing with the ice giant was no easy task, but after his defeat, he questions your motive.*

    ???: How did you come to be here?
    <Character>: Laguzoki sent me here.
    Sceolan: I am Sceolan ... I have remained here for many years, hoping to find Laguzoki. Many times I have ventured southward seeking him.
    <Character>: He said something about "sailing the storms".
    Sceolan: That is a shame. He would have known what to do. There are those among us who still resist Nivalis even at risk of ourselves and our own.
    Sceolan: If you go his way again, let him know we are here awaiting his guidance.

    *You spy a familiar raven perched somewhere in the background. It resembles a similar bird that was in Laguzoki's hut earlier.*

    <Character>: I suspect he knows...
    Sceolan: There is a place, north of here, midway up the mountain. Nivalis has ventured there a number of times.
    Sceolan: Across a bridge of ice, where the howling wind and falling snow meet the good earth, a shimmering doorway stands...
    Sceolan: ... and before it, a creature I have never seen before.
    <Character>: ...The final gate. I must be off.

    *You exit the ruins in the village to locate the gate mentioned, hoping to find out more about Nivalis.*

  • Complete Quest
  • DC Loot Shop - Opens Cold Truths Loot
  • Dragon Clan Scythe - Opens Dragon Clan Scythe DC

    Other information
  • A stone tablet translator is required to read the two books found in the quest.
  • Complete the quest to unlock the two books and stone tablet translator in the Falconreach Libraseum.


    The Elder Lament


    By the light of the moon we would sit by
    the shore and listen as the waves rolled in,
    the steady pulsing tide having quite the
    soothing effect. In the summer, you could
    close your eyes and breathe in deep the sea
    air. You could almost taste the tang of salt
    with every breath. In the springtime, fragrant
    flowers bloomed a bit away from the shoreline,
    the sweet aroma of the flowers mixing with
    that sharp salt scent. In the sky, the birds
    wheeled, hunting for game, or just soaring on
    the wind. Their cries split the air and
    reverberated over the hills.

    I can close my eyes and remember it all, even
    The keen sharpness of the air in autumn when
    the storm winds begin to blow and the seas
    became wild. A harsh mistress she is, and yet you
    cannot help but love her. She gives life of her
    own, just as she claims life. All those who live
    near the sea are keenly aware of this, and
    though we are long gone from sandy shores
    she stays with us still, singing the siren song
    of yesterday when brave adventurers sailed
    the stormy seas, and tempted fate with
    every bold voyage.


    In the fall, the leaves would begin to
    turn golden and red, after the harvest
    and before the storm season when the men
    would sail out to raid, we would have
    harvest gatherings, where the bounty of
    field and forest were shared gladly. The
    men would drink vast quantities of
    honeyberry and would get loud and make
    spoting wagers. The elders would sit at
    the Tchan tables playing games of strategy.

    The women gathered near the harvest
    tables, cooking and bustling around tending
    the wee ones. We would play harvest games
    beside the shore, laughing and racing along
    the sand, the cold water of the ocean
    playing at our heels.
    The older boys would go on the hunt
    for small game, besting the wild creatures
    with their bare hands.

    On the second day, the men would go
    out hunting dragons. They would wear no
    armor, and carry only their great blades.
    After the hunt, there was a great feast.


    The hides would be stretched in the sun
    over the highest hill, so that the best
    could be judged.

    During An Flea Mhor, the amerins would play
    joyful tunes of flute and fiddle and
    drum. There would be great dancing and
    merriment. The men again would indulge in
    honeyberry, but the women would drink
    honeysuckle tea, with the bounty of
    honeysuckle we'd pick in the springtime when
    the fragrant winds blew from the north,
    bringing the fading hints of winter.
    Here, in the fall, the tea, made with
    honeysuckle and rosehips was a warming drink
    when the evening winds again brought the
    sharp scent of snow, still weeks off, but our
    noses could always smell snow early.

    After the Gula, when the laws have been
    discussed, and justice dispensed, then came
    the time for marriage contracts. This was
    when we became one with another, although
    there was a pecking order.


    Warriors were always prized, as they could
    best provide for their women and protect
    The sons of chieftains were also a prize, as
    they were both noble and warriors.

    The amerins were next, their artistic souls
    being greatly valued. They were our joy
    bringers, and they often brought great
    happiness to their brides.

    The traders were often chosen by women
    of a commercial mindset.

    Of the common folk, there were many.
    Rarely did we marry between different
    standings, but occasionally one exception
    may be chosen.

    In that day, there was one who was
    considered to be the greatest of warriors.
    His father was a great chieftain. His mother,
    however, was something else. She appeared to
    be an ice giant like us, but her colour was pale
    and she seemed to glow from within.


    For all her size, she seemed almost
    Her son was named Frostfyre.

    What none of us knew was that one day
    Frostfyre, also known as The Bright One,
    would become our savior and hero.

    I remember the night it happened. I remember
    the incoming storms that heralded the
    coming of the snow and ice. We were able to
    hear the creaking of the ships as they
    sailed in by the dozens all of them bearing
    the people of the races we had raided
    over the centuries.

    The war was brutal, and our numbers were
    cruelly diminished within mere days. Good
    men and women were lost those days, and
    children that made not the journey. We
    were driven north, always north, for we knew
    there was no way to turn the tide in our
    favor, so on we continued.


    We were led by The Bright One in those
    dark days, dark of dark. The heavy storms
    of winter were upon us, and into those
    storms we went.
    The Bright One was a sight to see in those
    days his white flesh almost glowing in the
    tempest as he led us onward. His courage
    and conviction never wavered. He proved,
    time and again, that he was the hero we
    believed him to be.

    Many were the days of misery. We were
    often hungry, but we dared not slow
    down to hunt. We knew they were no
    longer behind us, but we also knew they
    would become violent if we again returned.
    The Bright One's stone thrower told us
    that one day we would return to the
    lands which we called home. One day, a
    champion will come of The Bright One's line
    who would be a great leader and warrior.

    What follows is known as "The Elder Lament".


    They came in the night in a great fleet of ships
    To strike at our heart
    They poured forth in numbers too many to count
    We were lost from the start
    Harder they pressed us till soon all was lost
    We were driven away
    We gathered our children we left all our treasures
    We could no more stay
    They've driven us onward far to the north
    Where the snow always falls
    Far from our homes in the hills and the valleys
    Where the trees have grown tall.
    We walk the path that now spreads out before us
    Driven on in the storm
    We follow The Bright One throughout the dark
    To the mountain's lee warm
    I still remember the smell of the heather.
    When the summer winds blow
    The sight of the sea crashing into the rocks
    And the spray from below
    Our great halls would cast a gold glow of light
    One could see from afar
    Shining in brightness against the cold darkness
    A welcome star.


    Now we have come to the icy cold
    Where the bitter winds blow
    Here by the mountains
    By the Frostfyre's pale glow
    Alone at the top of the world we have
    And here we have grown
    Our halls and our castles, our great once
    Our courage is shown.
    Here we have grown strong and raised some
    Fine families
    Plentiful is the game
    The trees were all planted have grown
    Straight and tall
    And our children the same.
    Now we will wait for the one who will lead us.
    We'll follow him home
    Against the wild seas, we will ride in the storms
    Once more we will roam


    We'll hunt for the beasts that can feed
    All our families
    We'll raid wild and free
    We'll farm and we'll love and we'll laugh
    And we'll fight
    On the shore of the sea
    Once more against dragons we'll test our
    Great courage
    With sinew and steel
    The hide we will cure by the light of
    The Frostfyre
    At the top of the hill




    This is the journal of Laguzoki, bone caster.
    Young Nivalis is proving to be an adept pupil.
    He has progressed far more quickly than I
    would have imagined possible.
    His grasp of the basics is beyond compare.
    Truly the line of Frostfyre is blessed.

    Today young Nivalis summoned an ice elemental.
    At the age of twenty, his skills are already
    quite advanced. Not only did he
    demonstrate great skill, but he then
    displayed his physical prowess by defeating
    the creature bare-handed.

    I am beginning to believe that this may well be
    the one long fortold of that will lead our
    people back to our lands.

    He will bear watching.


    Today young Nivalis captured three humans.
    What surprised him most was the utmost
    shock with which we were greeted. Nivalis was
    most outraged at the fact that he
    seemed to be unheard of at all.

    Master Nivalis decided to hold the humans
    and gather all the information about the
    humans that he could. Unfortunately humans
    are very short-lived and are somewhat
    fragile. Rather than Nivalis being pleased at
    this fact he was even more angry than ever.

    How could these little folk possibly
    defeat us, drive us from our homes, and
    then forget us! Nivalis used this
    information to whip our people into a
    frenzy. Many of our people fell in line
    and demanded that Nivalis lead them home
    to take revenge on the small folk.

    Nivalis started studying the humans, looking
    for the key to defeating them despite
    the superior numbers.


    I am of the same bloodline. If Nivalis ever
    discovers this, my life will be worthless. I must
    destroy those pages. For now I must flee. I
    shall travel south, near the lands of the
    Though I must wait for the coming of a human
    hero and send him on his journey. I give this
    journal to Sceolan in the hopes that he will
    preserve history within these pages.


    Here begins the journal of Sceolan the Survivor.
    For many years I have kept this journal, but until
    now it wasn't necessary to keep track of
    After the departure of Laguzoki, his followers
    have quietly worked in the shadows to derail
    Nivalis' plan.

    There is a great division among our people.
    Many know that Nivalis is of the Frostfyre line,
    and that his word, by rights, is law. Some of us
    know better. Nivalis is a thug, and is more
    interested in vengeance against the small folk.
    There are those of us who believe that there is
    a better way.


    A war of peace. The raiding is not
    necessary. We can live well with those who
    once forced us north.

    We have learned, in the last hundred
    years that we are, if anything, merely a
    myth used to scare human children. This
    has enraged some of our more war-like
    brethren, but some of us merely find it
    sad. There are those among us who
    would go south raging and storming and
    bring war to the small folk, so as to
    remind them that we are here, and we are
    to be feared.

    We cannot allow that to happen. The very
    survival of our people depends on how
    we react to this. True, being forgotten
    and relegated to myth is
    disheartening. Some among us, however,
    believe that the best way forward is to
    forge an alliance with the small folk.


    War has broken out amongst our people.
    Nivalis has learned of the people who wish
    to make peace with the small folk, and
    has declared us to be rebels. We will
    fight to the last to defend our
    imeals. However, we cannot allow hatred
    to ruin us, and this is what he would
    Nivalis himself has not made an appearance,
    however. He has removed himself to his
    mountaintop castle and sequestered
    himself inside. The Stormrider Clan has
    been all but wiped out. I am one of the
    last survivors of my clan, but I will not
    allow myself to be taken by his forces.

    Blizzard and Dragon clans have fallen in
    behind Nivalis, despite their earlier
    resolutions not to do so. I don't
    know how much longer I can remain here.
    The fighting has gotten intense, and
    many of my friends have fallen.


    Too many are dead or lost. Our
    village has been wiped off the face of
    the earth by Nivalis and his...followers.
    Those accursed Khy'Rhian flooded
    our village, killing everyone they came
    across. It was only a blessing that I was
    away at the time. I am resolved to
    seek out others of our kind and see
    if I can convince them to stop Nivalis, or
    if not stop him, then replace him as our
    ruler. I am convinced Nivalis is utterly

    I followed Nivalis the last time he
    wandered up into the mountains. He's
    always surrounded by those accursed
    Khy'Rhian, and I cannot find the right
    opportunity to end him. He goes up
    and stands on a peak across from that
    strabge gate. He gazes at it for hours.
    I don't know what is going on in his


    I awaited my moment while he was away
    and went to his fortress. He has maps
    spread out on tables in his study. He
    seems to be obsessed with a being
    named Letalis. There are papers on his
    desk referring to a Spirit Warden,
    whatever that is. I am concerned about
    his plans. As near as I can tell from what
    I've seen, he's planning to destroy
    Lore in a cataclysm of ice.

    I am no bone caster but even I
    understand that we are part of Lore,
    and we cannot exist in in a world that is
    frozen. I am convinced he is
    completely mad. We are made to live in
    these cold climates, but we also
    enjoy the sun, and warmer climates are
    good for us as well. Our past history
    is proof of that.


    The clans are scattered now. The
    madness of Nivalis infected our people,
    and we fell to fighting amongst
    ourselves. I have sent my warriors to
    White Mountain to await my word.
    One day I will bring them down and we
    will destroy Nivalis and all he stands

    I have begun searching for Laguzoki. I know
    that he journeyed south towards
    the lands that were once ours, and is
    now living in a place where the summers
    are far warmer than they are here. He
    may be able to guide our warriors on
    what to do. I have now made the trip
    south at least a dozen times. I believe
    I may be getting closer to finding him,
    but it's now been closer to a hundred
    years since anyone has seen him.


    I have ordered my fighters to follow
    him. They are not to approach him,
    merely to keep an eye on him and what
    he does. I have also sent someone to
    steal some papers from Nivalis.
    I hope to find something in his papers
    that will help us to take him down. While
    it's true he's of the Frostfyre clan,
    and our laws make him protected, I
    believe he has broken the trust of his

    He will not lead us back to our old way
    of life, and I'm not convinced he should
    return to that way of life.

    He will only lead us to ruin.


    There must be a way for us to return to
    the world of Lore, not as destroyers,
    but as a part of the whole world. Here in
    the ice wastes we only grow stagnant. We
    grow less healthy as there are herbs and
    crafts that we cannot grow by the blue
    In my search for Laguzoki, I have seen
    the ocean. I have felt the call of her storm
    tossed seas and it is my desire that I can
    experience the thrill and joy of sailing on
    the winter seas. Standing tall in the raging
    storms upon a deck that rocks wildly with
    the heaving of the ocean.
    I believe that we can return to the world
    of man, not as destroyers but as traders.
    We can lend our strong arms to the world
    of Lore and help protect this world. We
    are but one race upon the surface of this
    world and I believe that we are meant for
    something greater than just squatting
    here in the shadows of the mountains here.
    We must evolve or we will disappear.


    We must become more than we are or we will
    never reach our potential. This I learned
    from Laguzoki, who is wise beyong his years.

    I have learned something from the papers
    that I have had stolen from Nivalis. It seems
    that the best moment to strike against
    Nivalis will be when he attempts to absorb
    the evil spirit called Isathaara. We have heard
    of this creature from legends long
    passed down. When he attempts to absorb
    the spirit, he will have to maintain all his
    concentration to succeed. If we attack at
    that precise moment, we may be able to
    disrupt the ritual. The biggest concern at
    that moment will be eliminating all the
    Khy'Rhian he has surrounded himself with.

    I will hide this journal for now, and hope
    that one day our chance will come, if the
    lords are kind. Till that time, I shall
    continue to search for Laguzoki, and watch
    Nivalis. I believe our chance will come if we are

    Thanks to
    -- DF GD players for the translation of the poems.
    -- Epic Durian for the journals content and images.
    -- TheRuinedShadow for the whole tablet image.
    -- Eric Greydawn for corrections in the journals.

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