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Caroler of Grenth
CarolerofGrenth
Classification
Species: Human, Dwarf
Profession:
Level(s): 2, 10, 20

General

The Carolers of Grenth vary in appearance by city and district. They are either male or female and always in a group of three. The Carolers in Droknar's Forge are all level 10 whereas those in Lion's Arch and Ascalon City are all level 2 and those in Kamadan are level 20. The carolers in Kamadan (currently not pictured) have the appearance of generic Sunspear caster NPCs wielding random Necromancer staves.

Location

Dialogue

"Look at all these happy people everywhere. It makes me want to vomit. I look forward to wiping the smiles off their faces and doing my part for Grenth."

One Caroler of Grenth among the three will also sing.

Silence you Dwayna-lovers! Listen to a true song of the season! Any who interrupt our performance will be cursed by Grenth.


We wish you a frigid winter, we wish you a frigid winter...
We wish you a frigid winter, and a curse-ed next year...
Cold tidings we bring to you and your kin...
Cold tidings for winter and a curse-ed next year...
Oh bring us some rotting corpses, oh bring us some rotting corpses...
Oh bring us some rotting corpses and a sacrificed deer...
We won't go until we get some, we won't go until we get some...
We won't go until we get some, so bring it right now...
We wish you a frigid winter, we wish you a frigid winter...
We wish you a frigid winter, and a curse-ed next year.


Grenth rest ye angry Necro Monks...
Let nothing you dismay...
Remember Grenth our merciless lord...
Will come in Wintersday...
To save us all from Dwayna's power...
So we can go astray...
O, soul reaping, minions, and barbs...
Minions and barbs...
O, soul reaping, minions, and barbs...


On the final day of wintersday, my lord Grenth gave to me...
Twelve wells of suffering...
Eleven lords a wailing...
Ten necrid horseman...
Nine spiteful spirits...
Eight souls a reaping...
Seven rotting corpses...
Six globs of ectoplasm...
Five priiimevviiiiiil kings...
Four grasping ghouls...
Three bone fiends...
Two soul barbs...
And a rotscale in a dead tree.


Deathily chills, deathly chills...
all on Wintersday...
Oh what fun it is to Hex, and raise minions while you slay. Hey!
Dashing through the gates...
Our opponents we will slay...
To the flag stand we go...
Laughing all the way, ha ha ha!
Our hexed foes how they'll die...
Making minions rise...
Oh what fun it is to kill another Guild Lord tonight!

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