Diamond Guardian

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Introduced:  Discoveries Related Quests:  Halls of Knorr, Collegium Occultus Ring Quest
Diamond Guardian
Non-Player Killer
Race Golem
Location Gates of Knorr
Stats
Level 710
Strength 680
Endurance 640
Coordination 630
Quickness 550
Focus 550
Self 585
Health 1220
Stamina 1491
Mana 1486

Notes Edit

  • Tests you with a number of riddles to allow passage into the Seat of Knorr.

Lore & Dialog Edit

The Golem speaks in old Yalain, a language foreign and strange, but as it speaks you gain comprehension of it's words.
Diamond Guardian tells you, "A moth ate a word. To me it seemed, a piteous thing when I learned the wonder that a worm had swallowed, in darkness stolen, the song of Empyrean, our glorious sayings, A great Empyrean's strength; and the thieving guest, who was no whit the wiser for the words it ate."
Diamond Guardian tells you, "Hand me that which was lost to the worm that night."


Diamond Guardian tells you, "I am valued by Empyrean, fetched from afar, Gleaned on the hill-slopes, gathered in groves, In dale and on down. All day through the air, Wings bore me aloft, and brought me with cunning Safe under roof."
Diamond Guardian tells you, "Empyrean steeped me in vats, to give me power to pummel and blind, To cast to the earth, the old and young. Stripped of their strength if they cease not their folly, Loud is their speech, but of power despoiled To manage their mind, their hands or their feet."
Diamond Guardian tells you, "Now give me the item, who can bind all to earth, And lay fools low in the light of day."


Diamond Guardian tells you, "A lonely wanderer, wounded with iron, smitten with war-blades, sated with strife,Worn with the sword-edge; I have seen many battles, many hazardous fights, oft without hope of comforts or help in the carnage of war Ere I perish and fall in the fighting hands of Empyrean."
Diamond Guardian tells you, "The leavings of hammers, the handiwork of smiths, Batter and bite me, hard-edged and sharp; The brunt of the battle I am doomed to endure. No healer may mend me that a fire may cure."
Diamond Guardian tells you, "Hand me the item."
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