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Elder Poa is a Tuskarr NPC located at the Filled Bowl Inn in Iskaara, which is in the western end of The Azure Span.

Kommentar von Cubituss

The entrance to the underground inn in Iskarra (where this NPC is located) is through one of the huts just west of the small hill with a walrus sculpture.

Kommentar von Elunegrace

Elder Poa stories:
One day, some animals were playing in a mountain lake. A lonely mammoth calf came wandering by, and asked to join their fun.
But the other animals laughed. "But you're so big and hairy!" Said the turtle. "You're slow, you'll never be able to keep up with us!" Jeered the slyvern.
But then the ottuk, ever friendly, chirped. "Don't listen to them, of course you can join us!" Thrilled, the mammoth calf leapt in and made a huge splash--!
A splash so big, it emptied all the lake's water! "See?" groaned the slyvern. "This is why you shouldn't have joined us."
The mammoth sagged with sorrow, her trunk in the puddle that remained. "It's okay," said the ottuk. "I know you just wanted to have fun." He placed a paw on the mammoth's trunk.
And the ottuk's paw made the mammoth sneeze! Water came blasting out of her trunk and all the other animals laughed in delight at the sudden shower.
"Again!" called the beaver. The mammoth was surprised, but the ottuk gave a friendly nod. And the animals spent the rest of the day playing in the rain shower the mammoth joyfully made.
Because the ottuk always invited others to play, and never turned away an unhappy face, the mammoth gave him her tusks in gratitude. The two would always be friends.

Kommentar von Elunegrace

One day, while listening to the village storyteller, a young tuskarr named Luqu grumbled under his breath, "This is boring!"
"Why listen to stories, when we could be doing mighty deeds ourselves?" He asked.
"For it is by listening to stories that we learn how to do the mightiest of deeds."
His family was horrified, but the storyteller did not mind. Once, he too had been young and unable to sit still.
Luqu left, determined to make his own story. He would bring back the greatest haul of fish the village had ever seen!
For six days and nights he fished alone, but caught not a single one! Never had a tuskarr heard of such failure.
Exhausted, Luqu returned to the village. He raged about how the fish eluded him and yelled at all who came near him.

The storyteller smiled. "It seems the fish are more clever than you! Perhaps," he told Luqu, "if you had stayed and looked for meaning in my stories, you would not have been so easily outsmarted!"

Kommentar von Elunegrace

Steel yourselves, youngsters, for this is an old and dark tale from days of long ice and bitterest snow.
There once was a hunter so arrogant, he grew tired of his tribe's mediocrity and brought his children away to feast on his glorious catches alone.
But one night, in the dead of winter, the father never returned from his fishing hole. As the children wept, a mantacorn appeared by their home, dragging itself up onto the ice.
The mantacorn, with polished horn and bright, sharp teeth, said to the children: "It is deathly cold upon the ice. Why not come with me to the comfort of my home?"
The children were frightened, but knew they would to the cold. They followed the mantacorn to its cove.
For the rest of the winter, the mantacorn returned every night with fish it had caught from the deep places that only sea creatures know.
"We used to think that all mantacorns were dangerous. Why aren't you?" asked the children, for they had come to think of it as another parent.
"I am dangerous." said the mantacorn. "But I owe a debt."
One day, just like their father, the mantacorn never returned from his hunt. The children, hungry and desperate, sought out their old tribe.
The tribe had gathered to see the catch of their new hunter. It's teeth were sharp and bright, it's horn polished and long.
The children wailed as the hunters carved apart the beast and something fell from within its belly. Two great tuskarr teeth, carved with stories of many hunts. Their old father's.
They wept for the loss of two parents that day.
The children swore off the sea and traveled inland, never to be seen by their tribe again.

Kommentar von Elunegrace

In the ancient times, before we knew time was time, an old seal named Koonak started to put fish, vegetables, and water into a pot, with a flame beneath!
"This will make a tasty meal!" Thought Koonak. "And I shall call it soup!"
But when Koonak tasted his new recipe, it was no good at all! His vegetables were firm and his fish rubbery.
Koonak went to the bronze serpent spirit Ol'toolk and told him his woes. The spirit looked at him oddly. "How long did you keep it on the flame for?" asked the spirit.
"How long?" Asked Koonak. "What do you mean?"
The spirit Ol'toolk shook his head. Mortals were so foolish back in those days, they did not understand the passage of time! Patiently, Ol'toolk explained it to Koonak, and opened his eyes to the way of time.
It was worth it for Ol'toolk, for then Koonak was able to make the most wonderful soup! For he knew to wait, and let time pass, with songs and merriment in between.
When they waited long enough, the broth became thick and flavorful. The vegetables were tender, and the fish melted in Koonak's mouth. Ol'toolk and Koonak shared a fine meal, and Koonak vowed to share his knowledge with all the world, so everyone could make delicious soup!

Kommentar von Elunegrace

Long ago, a tuskarr named Puolak from a village not too far from here set out on a journey. He wanted to observe the life of a river turtle.
So he went to a river and found a turtle. He sat and watched the turtle.
Days went by as Puolak sat watching. The turtle never moved.
Then one day, after Puolak awoke from a nap, the turtle had moved but a few feet!
Puolak kept watching, fascinated that this turtle moved so slowly and so aimlessly.
After months of watching, Puolak returned to the village. The turtle had disappeared.

We humored Puolak and heard his tale. But we were not impressed.

Kommentar von Elunegrace

Long ago, a tuskarr named Tuuku from a village not too far from here found an empty turtle shell.
Tuuku fashioned some fake legs for it and his tribe said it looked real.
Tuuku decided to place it in the forest near a river to see if his work could fool unsuspecting traveler.
From a distance, Tuuku sat and watched one foolish tuskarr observe this shell in the wild.
When the observer slept, Tuuku would move the shell a few feet.
This went on for months, when suddenly Tuuku returned to the village. The turtle was gone.
Tuuku bragged about his clever ploy. We listened to his tale, but felt he wasted his time on a prank that brought joy to no one.

Kommentar von Elunegrace

One fine day, Hiqintu discovered a perfectly round hole cut in the ice at his favorite fishing spot. Not seeing any sign of other tuskarr around, he set up his gear and cast his line into the water.
The fish were biting. His pail quickly filled so high that a freshly caught fish flopped from the pail and fell back into the hole.
Hiqintu cursed his misfortune and stamped on the ground. But suddenly three of that same fish sprang from the water!
As they wriggled on the slick ice, Hiqintu wondered to himself whether it was coincidence, and threw another catch from his bucket into the hole.
Again, three of the exact fish popped out. He removed his mitten, tossed it into the hole, and three mittens popped out!
Laughing with delight, Hiqintu threw in his fishing pole, the pail full of fish, then removed all his clothing and threw it in as well!
Shivering, he waited. Nothing happened. He continued waiting, all day and all night. Still nothing.
Realizing that he had lost everything, Hiqintu walked off into the mountains, unable to face the shame of returning to his tribe with nothing.

Kommentar von Elunegrace

Be careful, young ones, of the rumble of the earth like heavy footfalls. For Foxrose Fourtoes may approach!
She is a strange creature, with the head of a stag, body of a tuskarr, the tail of a fox, and cloven feet. As she wanders the land, roses grow from her footprints, even on the thickest ice.
But be wary those footfalls! Each one shakes the earth, and may crush you!
If by chance you meet her, give her a hearty HALLOOO, then run the other way! If you do not, she will grow angry and chase you!
If she catches you, she will crush you with her tail if not her great boots!
So when the earth rumbles, be swift on your feet, and always come running home.

Kommentar von Elunegrace

Mattyiuk, one of the First People, liked fishing a great deal but did not like riding the waves in a hide boat. The frame was solid and the skins flexible, but he just got so wet!
Mattyiuk watched how others fished. The flying creatures dove from high above and snatched their meal. But that would not do, he could not fly!
The swimming creatures chased each other, the larger eating the smaller. But that would not do, he would be wet all the time.
But some creatures floated and did not seek fish. Mattyiuk thought that would do very well, indeed.
So now, we keep our friends the giant sea turtles on the surface with a steering carrot on a stick! They are content, and we do not get wet when we travel the waves!

Kommentar von Elunegrace

Miguu the Nervous, afraid of thieves and predators, would hide all her furs when summer came.
She said, "I'll dig a hole so deep, no one will ever find them!" She spent weeks digging and digging and digging.
One day, a huge dragon flew by. The gusts of wind from the flapping of its great wings was so powerful, it lifted a chunk of land into the sky!
That land was where Miguu had worked so hard to hide her furs. Now all of those furs were lost to the winds forever.
So don't put all your furs in one hole, no matter how secure you think it is!

Kommentar von Elunegrace

In ancient days, a wandering tribe sought the shelter of a cave during the harshest winter they had ever known. As they entered, they were dazzled! For the cave was filled with beautiful, gleaming crystals!
The elders sensed great power humming from within the crystals and learned how to draw upon that power.
It was invigorating! More and more they drew! It erased hunger and thirst, and made them strong enough to fell a mammoth in a single blow!
But there were no mammoths. Nor otters, nor beavers, nor deer. The rest of the tribe pleaded with their elders to move on, to follow the herds before they starved! But the elders only laughed.
They did not need food. They had the Gleamcove.

Eventually, a young, brave tuskarr named Isker had enough. He led the rest of the tribe from the cave, and they lived on.
Much later, another tribe came upon the cave. They found the elders--what remained of them.
They had forgotten to hunt, to eat, to drink, to be with their tribe. And so they perished. Only one remained, her eyes gleaming.
With her final breath, she spoke no words of wisdom. She only chattered her tusks and laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
Horrified, the tribe sealed the cavern. And though more gleamcoves appear every decade, a wise tuskarr knows not to disturb them, lest they, too, forget to hunt.

Kommentar von Elunegrace

Every tuskarr matron knows a child emerges when it chooses. But when Teekuk arrived with a whimper, the elders knew he made a poor choice. He would not survive his first night.
But, he did.
His cries were weak, his hunger pitiful. They knew he would never live a full year.
But he did!
In his youth, he could not paddle with strength nor hunt food for his people. The elders knew he could not provide for others.
But he did!

How, you ask? Though he was small and clumsy in body, he was bright in spirit and mind. The voices of the Ancestors were as clear to him as any speech. Thus, with their guidance, he was wise and true.
The form we are born in does not define us. Had it been so, Teekuk Seawalker could not have become the greatest shaman of our people.
But he did!

Kommentar von Elunegrace

One night, a young Imbu tuskarr traveling alone was attacked by a slyvern! The tuskarr dove into a small hole. But inside--the sudden screech of a Crystalspine!
The youngster scrambled out and begged the Spirit of Beasts-- "Call away these hungry creatures!" The fox wyvern dove, and the crystalspine shot-!
Suddenly, there was a shadow over the young tuskarr. A huge bakar stood protectively above him, spines stuck from its back and blood pooling around its paws.
The crystalspine shot again, and spines stuck once more in the bakar's hide! With a roar, the bakar turned and offed the crystalspine in a single bite.
The slyvern dove! The bakar leaped in its way, and as they tumbled, the spines stuck in the bakar's back pierced the sylvern, killing it.
The bakar trembled in pain, but stood victorious. The young tuskarr cried out in gratitude, and vowed to nurse the bakar back to health, though the spines could never be removed.
Forevermore, the bakar were the most beloved companions of the tuskarr of Imbu.

Kommentar von Elunegrace

There are many versions of this tale, but I tell you this one is the most true.
Day and Night have long battled each other. From the beginning, neither loved the other as family should.
They are meant to share the world. One departs as the other arrives. But when one lingers, insults fly!
And rarely, oh, so very seldom, Day and Night take up their weapons and fight one another in the skies overhead.
At those times, both Sun and Moon hide their faces in embarrassment at the rudeness of their cousins.
So I tell you, politely avert your eyes from such a struggle that you do not lose your vision. The greatest spirits do not favor those who stare at them.

Kommentar von Elunegrace

In the ancient mists before time, the sky, earth, and sea were all black. The tuskarr were few and unable to find one another.
But the dragons were different. Their scales shined even in darkness.
The first blue dragon looked at the tuskarr and saw their kindly ways. He plucked a scale from his side and threw it into the sky, where it glowed with a dim light. The tuskarr were thankful, for now they could see their roads and their fishing knots.
But the blue dragon knew it was not enough light for them to thrive. He went to the first bronze dragon, and said "O radiant one, your scales are so bright. Please, may I have one of your scales to help the tuskarr?"
"Can't you see what you have done?" Screamed the gold dragon, "Do no more, or you will forever change our world!" Angry at being denied, the blue dragon tried to pull a scale from her tail!
But this only sent the gold dragon into a rage. She chased him, and though the grateful tuskarr hid the blue dragon, she would always find him with her burning, bright eyes.
Finally, the blue dragon and Mother Tuskarr were trapped in a cave by the bronze dragon. "Your curiosity is foolish, blue one. I see all. You can never hide from me as long as I have eyes!"
But in the shadows, Mother Tuskarr could see for the first time. She rushed the dragon, spearing out its eye. The gold dragon screamed, but the blue dragon threw the eye into the sky and escaped with Mother Tuskarr on his back!
Light flooded the world. The eye, bright and fiery, came to be the sun, and its tears the stars. The blue dragon's scale became the moon. Days and nights began. And thus the tuskarr found each other, and became family.

Kommentar von sheepnova

Who are the Foxrose Fourtoes? Not only this tuskarr elder mentioned him, but also the tuskarrs at Camp Antonidas (I'm not sure if it was this camp, but definitely other tuskarrs mentioned her)

Kommentar von Cuffouis

	Faction	NPC	Coordinates
Relikt der Titanen	Valdrakkenabkommen	Sorotis	/way #2112 25.8 40.0
Dracheninselartefakt	Drachenschuppenexpedition	Katalogisiererin Jakes	/way #2022 47.0 82.6
Jagdtrophäe der Zentauren	Zentauren der Maruuk	Jagdausbilder Basku	/way #2023 64.0 41.0
Heiliges Tuskarrtotem	Tuskarr von Iskaara	Älteste Poa	/way #2024 12.4 49.2

To serve as a reminder to turn these tokens in, below is a Weak Aura to display how many of each are in your bags:

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Kommentar von Melandroso

In addition to the many other tales listed in the above, she also tells your own fishing story, which you told her during this quest: Das Weben einer Geschichte.

Kommentar von Ehayen

Bliz intern: "Gosh we gave them dragons that can fly as far as they want. How are we going to keep them staring at their screens for money?"
Bliz manager: *takes a long drag from cigar* "Make the dragons so they can only fly ten feet before they have to recharge. Then for every quest make them go all the way from one end of the continent to the other repeatedly."
Bliz intern: "You what mate."
Bliz Manager: "You heard me."

Kommentar von calc697

Maybe someday, the Tortollans that always tell me to come back with some better stories will find him.

Kommentar von Farmbuyer

She sounds so resigned and dejected when you have to leave.

If it's not been a good day, I find myself turning the sound down before clicking on her.

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