Aun Ralirea

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Introduced:  Dark Majesty Related Quests:  Hunting Aun Ralirea
Aun Ralirea
Class Aun Tumerok
Level 80
XP 30,000
Luminance 0
Loot Tier 4
Attacks Cold, Hollow
Weaknesses All
Strength 250
Endurance 300
Coordination 250
Quickness 275
Focus 200
Self 270
Health 330
Stamina 600
Mana 270
Advanced Stats
Melee Attack
Melee Defense
Missile Attack
Missile Defense
Magic Attack
Magic Defense 267

Trophies

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Notes

Aun Ralirea Spawns

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  • When attacked:

Ralirea grunts as he swings his harpoon, "[Player Name], I am among the greatest of the Aun hunters. You have little chance against me. Go you on your ways, and leave my party be."
  • If he kills you:
It should not have been this way. [Player Name], go in peace.
  • On death:

The mighty Ralirea sags from [Player Name]'s fatal blow. "Ah, Mirakah," he murmurs. "I shall not be able to fill our stores this winter. But I will meet you at the lodge, my love... at last..." So saying, the hunter passes like the wind over sea.
  • Local broadcast messages:

Ralirea sings, "In a distant land my love came to me
Her hair in braid and bow;
And long ago over shining sea
My love was lost in a gate's blue glow.
'Where has she gone?' her mother wails.
'Where has she gone?' she asks of me.
The wind asks 'Where?' in the sails
As ever I search over land and sea.
In a distant land my love was lost.
I seek it still, wherever I go,
through snow and gale and storm and frost:
Just a glimpse,
one more glimpse,
of that gate's blue glow."

Ralirea grasps the small clay figurine that dangles from his neck, and holds it before the flickering light of the fire.

Ralirea pokes the wood of his fire with a stick, and a swarm of embers ascend like fireflies. The hunter watches them, and sighs. "Ever do they fade," he murmurs.

Ralirea looks away toward the distant sea, and murmurs, "Somewhere..."

Ralirea sings, "The falling leaves glow red and gold,
the colors of faded glory,
the colors of faded dreams.
When I was young and strong and bold,
Ere I was old and hoary,
I knew that glory, so red, so gold---
The colors of faded dreams."