Bestel
Bestel is an NPC that can be found in Lioneye's Watch in Act 1 and Act 6.
Lore
Bestel claims to be the captain of a wrecked ship known as the Merry Gull.
He has a penchant for bad poetry and bad humour.
Dialog
Bestel is voiced by accomplished New Zealand actor, Ross Girven.
Act 1
Introduction (Duelist)
A dashing Duelist, drenched and deserted on the dreary strand. That's the first line of the poem I'm writing about you, exile.
Easy lad. You could lacerate a bloke with a look like that.
The name's Bestel, captain of the good ship 'Merry Gull'. Alas, my Merry Gull is gone. My crew is gone. But my wits remain... after a fashion.
Introduction (Templar)
A tyrannical Templar, to be tested and tempered in the straits of Wraeclast. That's the first line of the poem I'm writing about you, exile.
Easy mate. You could damn a bloke with a look like that.
The name's Bestel, captain of the good ship 'Merry Gull'. Alas, my Merry Gull is gone. My crew is gone. But my wits remain... after a fashion.
Introduction (Shadow)
A sodden Shadow staggered from the surf and surveyed the somber strand. That's the first line of poem I'm writing about you, exile.
Easy, lad. You could poison a bloke with a look like that.
The name's Bestel, captain of the good ship 'Merry Gull'. Alas, my Merry Gull is gone. My crew is gone. But my wits remain... after a fashion.
Introduction (Witch)
A waifish, waterlogged Witch, washed up in Wraeclast. That’s the first line of the poem I’m writing about you, exile.
Easy, girl. You could scorch a bloke with a look like that.
The name’s Bestel, captain of the good ship ‘Merry Gull’. Alas, my Merry Gull is gone. My crew is gone. But my wits remain… after a fashion.
Nessa
Poor Nessa. Not even a mother herself and yet she cares for us all. And what a sickly, pathetic brood we are. May she live to have her own family, a real family. If anyone deserves that, Nessa does.
Tarkleigh
Tarkleigh rescued from the waves
A stricken Bestel, fate's slave.
From fallen crew and broken bark,
Bestel lives, thanks to Tark... leigh.
Drowned Dead
Arrol, the Merry Gull's cook, washed up on the rocks over yonder. Dead as a doornail he was. Buried him myself.
Then a few days later I see him on the beach... a little worse for wear, but upright, shuffling about. A land full of disturbing surprises, this Wraeclast.
Brutus
Brutus, Warden of Axiom Prison. The way I heard it, albeit from ale-soaked sailors, fear unmanned the great Brutus. Not fear of man, nor beast… fear of death.
Life is like wine, best enjoyed in moderation. I don’t envy Brutus’ hangover.
Marceus Lioneye
Marceus commanded the southernmost of the Eternal Legions, here at Lioneye’s Watch. Why was he called Lioneye? Crazy fool had his left eye taken out and a golden-hued gem put in its place.
His head must have made quite the pretty adornment for King Kaom’s belt.
Captain Fairgraves
Fairgraves? The explorer? No-one’s seen nor heard of him since he set sail for Wraeclast over thirty years ago.
So if you’re about to tell me that you’ve met Captain Fairgraves in the flesh, then you’ve either met a liar, or something far, far worse.
Merveil
Siren’s Cove belongs to Merveil.
Those butchering buccaneers sailed off that way, the ones that plundered my poor Merry Gull. T’would be poetic justice if they’d stopped off for a sing-a-long with Merveil’s lovely daughters on their way home.
Prisoner's Gate
Piety’s raised Shavronne’s Barricade? Not that I was likely to ever make the trip inland, but it was nice to have the dream.
Hang on a moment, got a stray thought seeking safe harbor. Piety’s one to watch her own back, so she’d never cut off an escape rout from possible trouble inland.
The cunning witch must be able to lower that barricade from the other side, somehow.
The Medicine Chest
There's an island, a hop, skip and a wade offshore of the Terraces. That's where my Merry Gull ran aground.
Watched the locals spit-roast the ships doctor, but his medicine chest might stil be there, amongst the splinters and bones. It'd have everything Nessa might need.
Doctor 'Shaky Hands' Opden was lousy with a scalpel, and even worse with a saw... but he knew his apothecary. Explains the shaky hands, if you ask me.
Inspirational Poem
A stranger like no other,
Faces the wall of the Umbra,
Opened a pass in a sorry land,
Gave some hope to a sorry band
Of exiles and death-soaked castaways.
A chance at life on a brand new day.
Surviving Wraeclast
One day we'll be strong enough to make our way inland, build new lives on the carcass of a dead empire.
It's why God sent us maggots here, isn't it?
Act 6
Introduction (Act 6)
Now there's a pair of eyes I could never forget. If the tales are true, those peepers of yours have seen all the wonders of Wraeclast by now... and a few things they likely wish they hadn't.
Oh, and no need for us to speak of Oriath. My ears are brim full with the sorrows these wretched companions of yours have been spilling.
Lilly
Lilly Roth? Granddaughter of the legendary Rot-tooth Rot? Oh, apologies if I seem a little... Giddy. It's not any old day you get to meet marine royalty. I mean, you know how I feel about pirates and all, but the Roth have as much in common with those scurvy sea rats as a... as a shark does with a goldfish.
Lilly has her Granddaddy's blood in her veins. It's plain for all to see. Look at the lustre in her eyes, the ruddy blush of her skin. That there's a pirate princess, and no mistake.
The Old Gods
Yes, we live in curious times indeed. A time when old stories are being birthed, mewling and puking, into our world of dirt and blood.
It's all a bit inspiring really, hence I've written a little something.
Ancient anecdotes
Now wake from their beds
Looming in our fears
Towering above our heads
Age-Old lusts
And bygone greeds
Walking and wreaking
As humanity bleeds
Rivers of history
Lakes of blood
The gods stand upon us
As we cower in the mud
The Brine King
Clearly the old Brine King wasn't worth his salt! A fish out of water if ever there was. But I suppose, as someone wise once said, 'you can't teach a crab to walk straight'.
Too much? Yeah, be honest with you, all this fishy mirth is just me swimming around a fishy topic.
Nessa.
She's not coming back to us, is she? Can't say I'm surprised, what with everything she's been through... what she's become.
I wish her all the happiness she can find out there in the sea. More than she could muster on this gods-awful land of ours.
The Black Crest
You've the deck of the mighty Black Crest under your feet and the mighty Weylam Roth hisself to man the helm? Well I'll be a pirate's monkey mate. You sure know how to travel in style, Exile!
Weylam Roth
You'll not find a more renowned pirate as Weylam 'Rot Tooth' Roth. In times when Fairgraves was still a whelp earning his sea legs, Rot-Tooth was prowling the Strait of Oriath in his ship, the 'Black Crest'.
It's said he built it hisself, lining its hull with the bones of some great sea beast he slew with nothing but a harpoon and a bottle o' rum. Never was there a more nimble, ferocious vessel. Like that Leviathan's spirit still lived and breathed in its timbers.
No-one's sighted Rot-Tooth for twenty years or more, But I know where the Black Crest is. The ship graveyard, no less. Seems that Weylam Roth might have had his last meal with Lady Merveil.