The Outcast

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The Outcast
The Outcast
ID: Dialogue_Outcast
Stats
Temperament Passive
Location(s) The Outcast Camp
Teaches
Religion Ymir

Description[edit | edit source]

The Outcast is one of the Religion Trainers in Conan Exiles for Ymir and the only friendly Frost Giant the player will meet.

He's highly intelligent, philosophical and has had visions of the Outer Void.

Quite the rare specimen, most frost giants are far more simple minded, their leader, Hrungnir of the Frost detested it so much that he beat the outcast's skull until fragmented bones avalanched over his eyes. He was dragged to the outskirts of the North and left there, banished from his kin.

The Outcast has several interesting, and startling things to tell the player, bringing a new perspective on the Exiled Lands.

Locations[edit | edit source]

The Outcast can be found at the following locations:

Notes[edit | edit source]

The Outcast says a number of strange things to the player. One line seems to be inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's poem, Nemesis.

I have seen the hoar-frost glittering in the sun. I have heard the wind whispering across the everlasting snows.
But with my mind's eye... I have seen the dark universe yawning. I have seen the black planets that roll without meaning or purpose or name.
~ The Outcast

Another line appears to be a reference to Satan from the claymation movie "The Adventures of Mark Twain"

Nothing is real. There is only empty, frigid space and you. And you are but a thought.
~ The Outcast
Map marker Ymir.png


Dialogue[edit | edit source]

Greeting[edit | edit source]

Hrmmm. By the gods of ice and snow, a new dream approaches.
Hello, little dream. You are probably not real, but i offer you welcome and polite palaver. You are Exiled. As am I.
Philosopher giant, some call me. I have been called sophist and fool.
I am the Outcast, and I no longer have a name.

Dialogue[edit | edit source]

I have seen the hoar-frost glittering in the sun. I have heard the wind whispering across the everlasting snows. But with my mind's eye... I have seen the dark universe yawning. I have seen the planets that roll without meaning or purpose of name.

I apologize, little dream. My kin found my philosophizing tedious. And so they cast me out. The frost giants, the children of Ymir, my kin - they do not appreciate abstractions. No one detested my musings so much as our leader, Hrugnir of the Frost. Hrugnir was a creature of instinct. He existed in the immediate present. Battle and blood and the steam rising off a slain enemy - these were all he valued.

Hrugnir commanded that I cease spouting my philosophies, cease even to think them. I could not.
Hrugnir stripped me of my name. He beat my skull until the fragmented bones avalanched over my eyes.
When I awoke, I was banished. In banishment I remain.

I do not believe the Exiled Lands are real. Do you laugh? Do you think this statement mad?

Let us discuss. I submit to you this first point:
This place does not quite make sense. It nearly makes sense, but there are strange inconsistencies. At first I thought the Exiled Lands were a purgatory. Hrugnir, I thought, must have killed me.
But then I revised my position.
The Exiled Lands are a dream. Everything is figment. We are puppets to the bidding of the vast, formless things from beyond. Do you not believe me?

Let me ask you, have you dreamed in this place? I have not.

Now, little dream. I offer this disturbing observation - You are not real.
I do not jest. Think back, little dream. Do you have any clear memories of a time before this place? Can you form a single recollection from childhood? Were you ever even a child? Or did you take form whole-cloth when the Exiled Lands blinked into existence?

Nothing is real. There is only empty, frigid space and you.

And you are but a thought.
~ The Outcast

Farewell[edit | edit source]

This is nothing but dreaming.
~ The Outcast