The Last Potion
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Category | Quests |
Type | Side Story |
Repeatable | False |
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The Last Potion is a side story quest in Wayfinder.
Description[edit]
Start
This is Unar's last chance to save his mind. Gather the ingredients and brew the Gloombane potion in his cauldron.
Active
Gather ingredients to brew a potion for Unar the Mystic. Find Kniferoot and a Blood Catalyst. Then use three Shadow Imbuements while using his Cauldron.
Clear
The Woodwen mystic Unar asked for help brewing a final potion to save his mind from becoming corrupted. It turned out his last gambit was to poison himself, and he went to his death in peace.
Requirement[edit]
Prerequisite[edit]
- Clear From the Edge of Death
- Clear Wormwood
Start quest[edit]
Talk to Unar the Mystic in The Bone Orchard Expedition.
Questline[edit]
Objectives[edit]
- Phase 1
- Gather a Blood Catalyst from the Sacrifice Event
Expedition: The Bone Orchard - Gather a Kniferoot from the Ley Lines Event
Expedition: The Hollow Heart
- Gather a Blood Catalyst from the Sacrifice Event
- Phase 2
- Brew a Gloombane Potion at Unar's Cauldron
Frostmarch
- Brew a Gloombane Potion at Unar's Cauldron
- Phase 3
- Give the Gloombane Potion to Unar the Mystic
Expedition: The Bone Orchard
- Give the Gloombane Potion to Unar the Mystic
Dialogue[edit]
The Gloom has not consumed me yet. I have one... last... thought.
Another potion? They don't seem to work.
I can see it now. I am so close to the Gloom... I see how to end it. A blood catalyst and... kniferoot. An end to my suffering.
The cauldron... it must be chilled in the deepest layers of the Gloom. You will need to use as much Shadow as you can survive handling to brew this terrible thing. We will call it... Gloombane.
Is that you? Or am I so close to being a Reaver that I see friends and enemies who aren't there?
Ah... it is you. With the Gloombane. *cough* Here, l am still strong enough to drink on my own.
Ugh! At least I won't have to drink these foul concoctions anymore.
You gave up, didn't you?
I see you are no fool. Yes, that was the strongest poison I could think of that is native to this place. I will perish, but I will do so in the arms of the natural spirits.
We will not meet again. But you gave me the time I needed to bind my stories to the stones. The Woodwen will be remembered, and that is a triumph.
It is small comfort, hearing such stories.
Not small. After death, what are we in this world, but stories others tell?