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Description[]

Vathis the Hierophant is the leader of the Votaries of Skelos.

Notes[]

  • Cannot be attacked
  • Cannot be killed/knocked out
  • As of the 10/12/2018 patch, he can no longer be engaged in combat, and thus cannot be tamed or killed. Prior to this patch, he was one of the strongest Fighter thralls available, with 6150 HP, and a fixed-location guaranteed spawn. Previously tamed or knocked out Vathis' continue to function as Thralls as of the current build.
  • As of the 02/03/2019 patch Vathis will no longer spawn as female.

Location[]

Vathis the Hierophant can be found at the following locations:

Loot[]

Notable Loot[]

none

Harvestable Loot

Limited Harvestable Loot


Equipment[]

The standard equipment of the NPC can also drop as loot:

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Dialogue[]

I was a scholar vizier to a king of ophir
A royal commission and a round belly
Nevermind my past. Calamity put me on the road, and I lost all things in these Exiled Lands.
I wandered north past fertile highlands
Past frozen slopes all the way to the caldera of the volcano
Its time-gnawed ruins piqued my curiosity
Here I found the Well
Here I founded my cult
And here I remain until I puzzle out the secret to escaping this prison.
When I realized the voices in the well were the key to earthly salvation,
I cast off my earthly possessions
I shed my old life like an old skin
I recruited followers. The devout became the Votaries of Skelos
Amid cyclopean ruins we live and study
Every night we march in a line, robe-cloaked and torch-bearing
Every night, we cast our offerings into the well
We listen
Only I have glimpse the book of skelos
Only my tongue knows the forked past
Only i can translate the hissing whispers in the dark
The voices in the well enlighten
Someday soon I will puzzle out their riddles and escape these Exiled Lands
At the volcano’s heart I found a well
Down it extended, down into darkness infinite
All through the night I sat by the well
I heard sibilant voices from below. Such voices!
They crooned in the dim tongues
I half-remembered from my glimpse into the Book of Skelos so many years ago
But an unprepared pilgrim must never approach the well
Its nighted cadence would flay your soul
A pilgrim understands, yes?
Only the worthy of Skelos may approach the well
But for a courteous pilgrim, I could serve as intermediary
In my youth, I happened upon a BoS
The tome sought after by many and many a sorcerer
In its pages I glimpsed the nameless sagas
I sounded the grim grammar that enslaves the elements
Occasions the dead to rise
And summons demons from the outer dark
In its pages, I spied the graveyard of the universe
Through the gulfs of space and wells of night.
In its pages I gazed into the pits of Arallu
In its verses I saw the Chaos that Crawls.
I enunciated a single syllable of the True name of Tsathoggua!

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