Kesh the Clean

Yes, the incense. Fetch for me a deathbell flower, one silver ingot, a flawless ruby, and some vampire dust. Then I will show you how.

Not everyone has the stomach required to entreat my Lord. But Kesh likes you, friend. There is a way Peryite may speak to us who will take Him in.

If you wish to commune with Him, we'll need the incense.

Ah, no. Don't think you've got the stuff. Come back when you've seen a bit more in life, perhaps.

He is the pus in the wound. Oh, proper ones curl their noses, but it's pus that drinks foul humors and restores the blood.

I worship Peryite, yes, because sometimes the world can only be cleansed by disease.

Ah, have you? Let Kesh have them.

Not far, not far. This one looks upon it on clear days. Look to the west, at the foot of the mountain. The Dwarven ruins there. Bthardamz.

Orchendor? Kesh knew him. He's an Overseer. Shepherd. Gathers the Afflicted, contains the festering wound.

Orchendor and his Afflicted are meant to stand ready, awaiting Peryite's command to cover the world with his Blessing.

The vapors are waning, but not yet gone. Take a breath. Peryite will speak if He sees fit.

This one would try a shop. You might prefer the direct route, hm?

Deathbell grow in the frozen tundra. You might nip into a mine for the ruby and silver. Vampire Dust is tricky. Vampires, you know.