Tolfin
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Tolfin is an open-world NPC located on Lempo Isle, Nod-Krai. He appears in the open world after completing the World Quest The Tale-Telling Heart in Series East of the Moon, West of the Sun.
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Profile
Tolfin is the grandson of the famed Treasure Hoarder Hiljetta, though he decided to become a travelling storyteller and merchant. He worked with the caravan that Papa Wrench traveled with, and was friends with the latter before his death. Before his death, Papa Wrench gave all of his belongings to him, though his children had the legal authority to take his inheritance. He has a "special connection" with Weasel Thieves and travels with his weasel companion Huginn.
The Traveler finds him alongside the Shesternins, where he was relaying a tale to them when they arrived. Tolfin spoke of the Proof of the Cognoscenti and tested both to see if they were worthy of acquiring their father's belongings, but he eventually discovered the truth that Zhorik had harmed Papa Wrench in order to obtain the inheritance for himself and stormed off, believing that he was trying to get revenge. Tolfin found the outburst regretful and would not be surprised if something happened to him, as Papa Wrench had many other friends who would likely deal with him. As a reward for their efforts, he gave them the Stratagema-Cognoscenti's Mask.[3]
The Traveler would later acquire all but the Memorata-Cognoscenti's Jest, which was held by his grandmother. They unexpectedly ran into him at Piramida, where he agreed to take them to his grandmother, who tested them to see if they were worthy of inheriting the legacy. Hiljetta scolded Tolfin for not telling them about their affiliations, and Tolfin told the Traveler to accept the legacy if not to satisfy his grandmother. The Traveler was successful in acquiring Reed Miller's treasure, and informed Tolfin of their discoveries at Piramida. Tolfin gave them some raven insignias as a keepsake before telling them that his grandmother had taken a liking to them and wished for them to visit her for future sparring.[4]
Appearance
Tolfin is a man with blond hair and purple eyes. He wears an off-white tunic that has a small turquoise gem embedded on each sleeve cuff, a short blue vest over it, and a dark red belt with a turquoise gem near the buckle. Attached to the belt is a short braided cord holding a sheathed dagger. He wears light brown trousers, dark brown boots with one turquoise gem on each, and a backpack with a rolled top. He has a small red ribbon tied around his neck, and a dark brown hat with the same turquoise gem on its brim.
Quests and Events
World Quests
Dialogue
Available one in-game day after completing The Tale-Telling Heart. He will start with a random song, then cycle through a specific sequence until "Leave" is selected.
- (Talk to Tolfin)
- Tolfin: "O friend who hast journeyed from afar, leave not in haste. Stay thy step, rest awhile. See — the campfire yet burns warm, and the tale hath but scarcely begun."
- Tolfin: "Let the winds through forest boughs and over the lake's heart sing for us, bearing the echoes of ages past, and sweeping the weariness of your travels away."
- Tolfin: "Then shall we weave the chapters left undone, that they may become the hope with which we greet the coming dawn."
(Keep listening.)- (Plays one of the following at random)
- Tolfin: The next tune I raise sings of the leader of the Lochknights of Ancient Fontaine — the Knight Erinnyes, whose eyes gleam like the sea. Tales of knights, wicked dragons, cunning wizards, and a holy blade are told and retold, for in Fontaine, they are ever renowned.
- Tolfin: "...Hearing the envoy's intent, Knight Kudenin of Dunnaer, flew into a rage, ready to strike down the one who dared propose marriage..."
- Tolfin: "...But Knight Erinnyes, with eyes like the bright sea, held him back and addressed the envoy who sought to wed the Capitoliani musician to her..."
- Tolfin: "...O envoy of King Remus, tell the noble minstrel so, mine heart I give to this fair land, and none else shall it know..."
- Tolfin: "...Until the unjust and tyrants can harm Fontaine no more, I shall marry none, nor be claimed, my heart belongs to these shores."
- Tolfin: This song tells of a tale sung far and wide in Natlan. Children of men and saurians alike joined in heart and hand to smite the Python King Och-Kan, who had strayed from the gods' path.
- Tolfin: "...First to arrive were the forebears of Nanatzcayan, and Sakkuk — a maid as fair as the green quetzal's song. In darkness and in night they spoke and they pondered, thought and counsel guiding them along..."
- Tolfin: "...Then came Atawallpa and Waskar, noble sons of Meztli and Teteocan, two brothers who roused the hearts of all, and made the timid stand as one once more..."
- Tolfin: "...Then old Yupanqui, honest and true, took to heart each warning of Xbalanque too. For the sake of those long gone, he too walked the path of the young..."
- Tolfin: "...Thus began their vow to overthrow the tyrant — thus began the fall of the City of Cinders. As they spoke these words, their eyes beheld — and their hearts prayed — that a second sun might rise to bring them light..."
- Tolfin: This song I raise in honor of the valiant warriors who battle the things of darkness, and in tribute to all present here. Hear me sing of The Belyi Tsar's Expedition, and of the sacrifice of princes and heroes alike.
- Tolfin: "...Day by day they battled the hounds of the God of Darkness. The valiant warriors of Kitezh, their shouts held back the desolate plains, their golden shields spanned the open wilds..."
- Tolfin: "...The earth did roar like rolling thunder, while arrows rained from storm-dark skies asunder. The children of the God of Darkness pressed near, seeking to encircle the forces of Snezhnaya with fear..."
- Tolfin: "...At noon on the seventh day, the banners of the Belyi Tsar fell in disarray. Beneath thundering hooves, black soil drank the crimson spray — thirst bent their bows, and sorrow choked their quivers drained..."
- Tolfin: "...Grieve not for the valorous fallen, nor fret for the tides of time. To wash away our lord's dishonor, rise, brothers, and in unity, repay with blood the brave who bore this crime..."
- (Available after completing Nightingale's Song)
- Tolfin: Next, I shall sing to you of the golden-haired traveler, the silver-white fairy, and the nightingale beneath the lamplight. The heros stood as one, and together they defeated the immortal demon.
- Tolfin: "...The pitch-black serpent hissed, baring its fangs, grasping at a final, futile struggle. The golden-haired hero, (he/
she) raised an arrow forged of courage and light..." - Tolfin: "...The pale-silver cloud trembled, the very air shaking with them. Fir-hued radiance surged toward the sevenfold heavens, and tore through the demon's chest..."
- Tolfin: "...You of the young generation, do not sink back into slumber as in days past. Rise as the heroes did, and let your hearts break free of their cages..."
- Tolfin: "...Polish your blades, and let them shine like lanterns. To awaken the slumbered truth, to burn away the filth of our homeland..."
- Tolfin: And the next song? Ah, another tale of Reed Miller, the legendary thief of five centuries past. After all, there are just too many tales about him — almost as many as the treasure hoarders lurking around this land...
- Tolfin: "...From the north the bitter wind doth blow, through the huts of the poor it ever howls. From the north the bitter wind doth blow, and were it not from yon cold north, whence else should sorrow flow? From the north the bitter wind doth blow..."
- Tolfin: "...From the north the bitter wind doth blow, and ever lingers worldly woe. The lords boast high of gold and gain, yet care not for the hungry, the cold, the pained. Then came the legendary thief, like a whispering breeze, swift as the wind, vanished as mist among trees..."
- Tolfin: "...From the north the bitter wind doth blow, and still the world knows injustice so. Yet legends endure, to not ebb but flow. From the north the bitter wind doth blow, from the north the bitter wind doth blow..."
- Tolfin: Reed Miller ever masked his face. No wonder, for a thief of his renown. Yet some claim to have glimpsed his true countenance... perchance the truth lies hidden within the next tune.
- Tolfin: "Tis said the thief once walked the world unmasked, his gentle smile remembered even by children of the wayside. The cruel gallows took not his life, yet he donned a silver visage, and his words fell silent evermore."
- Tolfin: "Some say he veiled his light and hid his ways, while others claim beneath the mask he was no longer the rogue of olden grace. The great thief spoke no word of his designs, yet in quiet shadow he let the needy taste the glint of gold."
- Tolfin: "A dark and dreadful doom swept over the land, and from the high tower poured the moon's pale hand, that melted forth the silver mask he wore. Since that fateful hour, though veils be gone, the sorrow in his gaze could hide no more."
- Tolfin: This next song... Well, it holds a certain meaning for me. Perhaps because it tells of Reed Miller, the legendary thief — yet also a poet, in his own right.
- Tolfin: "Amber wine trickles slow into our waiting cups — come, let us toast the cawing in the night that refuses to fall silent."
- Tolfin: "The first cup, to the heartbeat no noose could stifle, soaring high like a stubborn, untamed ideal."
- Tolfin: "The second, to that gentle valor which entrusts life and death to the soil, meeting the malice lurking in the dark with fearless grace."
- Tolfin: "And the last I keep for myself — when the first two cups are spent, may the music of my lyre send courage forth, into every heart not yet grown cold."
- Tolfin: To we bards, the God of Wind and Song is ever the guardian of every tune we spin. So let this next melody be my gift to His realm — may the winds of freedom bear you safely onward, my friend.
- Tolfin: "...The bards do strum their strings, not for feast nor bright revel, the wind bears their song over lofty walls, piercing the proud and highborn..."
- Tolfin: "...Mark well! The towers of old shall crumble with wind and time, this storm-forged tune, of iron and defiance, sings for every hero's struggle..."
- Tolfin: "...She is the flute of Fontaine's blade dancers, she is the cry of Natlan's gladiators. Though strings may split, though the song falls silent, on every street, at every window, still she hums her tune..."
- Tolfin: "'If someone plucks out your tongue, you can still sing with your eyes. If someone blinds you in both eyes, you can still see with your ears.'"
- Tolfin: "'But if anyone dares to steal your song, the freedom you yearn for — that alone, that alone shall never do!'"
- Tolfin: This song I dedicate to a Yaksha of the Land of Glaze. As the Abyss rose to devour the people, he leapt into the fray, charging alongside the warriors, yet never did he return.
- Tolfin: "Disaster arrived in the Land of Glaze, and a horde of ancient foes came surging forth. The Millelith warriors held the rear, striving only to carve a lifeline for the people."
- Tolfin: "Stone spears pierced the darkened tide, fulfilling Rex Lapis's command. The Yaksha, worn and near collapse, pressed on through blood-stained cliffs. To hold the battle line, the Fantastic Compass restrained both foe and ally alike."
- Tolfin: "In a fleeting moment, the Yaksha's wits returned, and he saw that the comrades beside him were not those of old. Ere his passing, he spoke his name, Bosacius, entrusting the cherished memories of bygone companions to another."
- Tolfin: "Alas, all things must wither, and all gatherings part. Blood and time sink together into the hidden veins of stone. Mountains and rivers may shift with sun and moon, yet the harbor city endures in steadfast peace. The hero is gone, but his deeds remain, steadfast as the unyielding peaks."
- Tolfin: Friends, let wine set your cheeks aglow! For I sing not of kings enthroned, nor of monks in their laments. But hark! a tune of Uzza and Shimti sweet — let not sorrow linger, lay down your grief.
- Tolfin: "Al-Ahmar's palace lies buried, unknown. No slaves' pastures, no roses of kings are grown. Like snow on the desert, cold and brief. It blazes a moment, then scatters to grief."
- Tolfin: "Mortals chase the sun and the desert's pride. While gods to their lovers grant heavens wide. Yet sweeter by far rings the drunkard's cheer, than all their vain promises whispered here."
- Tolfin: "Pour deep the wine, my friend, and sing, till fair Padisarah's bloom shall spring. When in the endless oasis it flowers again, my love shall return, to be mine till the end."
- Tolfin: "One cup of wine, one crimson rose — life slips away as the sand that flows. Yet on the vine, through sun and rain, the grapes still burn with a ruby flame."
- (Keep listening)
- (Plays the next story in the sequence)
- (Leave.)
Etymology
- Kudenin of Dunnaer may be derived from the Irish hero Cú Chulainn ˈkuxulin, a demi-god in the Ulster Cycle of Irish mythology. Cú Chulainn was the son of Lugh, one of the Tuatha Dé Danann, and the mortal princess Deichtine.
Other Languages
| Language | Official Name |
|---|---|
| English | Tolfin |
| Chinese (Simplified) | 托尔芬 Tuō'ěrfēn |
| Chinese (Traditional) | 托爾芬 Tuō'ěrfēn |
| Japanese | トルフィン Torufin |
| Korean | 토르핀 Toreupin |
| Spanish | Tolfin |
| French | Tolfin |
| Russian | Толфин Tolfin |
| Thai | Tolfin |
| Vietnamese | Tolfin |
| German | Tolfin |
| Indonesian | Tolfin |
| Portuguese | Tolfin |
| Turkish | Tolfin |
| Italian | Tolfin |
Change History
Released in Version "Luna I"
References
- ↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 World Quest, East of the Moon, West of the Sun: The Raven's Legacy
- ↑ NPC Dialogue: Euphrosiniya
- ↑ World Quest, East of the Moon, West of the Sun, Part 1: The Tale-Telling Heart
- ↑ World Quest, East of the Moon, West of the Sun: The Raven's Legacy