Weylam Roth is an NPC in part two. He is a famous dead pirate, the Grandfather of Lilly Roth. He takes the player's character, to the Brine King's Reef from the Beacon, and he bring the character to the Bridge Encampment. His ship is the Black Crest.
So you're the shite that's gone and summoned me to the beacon, eh? Dammit all... rules is rules and now I'm bound to you, the legendary Weylam Roth, Captain of the Black crest, cursed to be the undead slave of some lowly... outcast, by the looks of it.
You got an arse for a brain in that thick skull of yours? Of course I'll ferry you to the Brine King's blood reef. I be wanting to discharge this accursed duty and get back to me afterlife. It's not right, not natural, being above water without a beating heart in me chest.
So get yourself aboard and be quick about it!
The Brine King's Reef (After transporting the player to The Brine King's Reef)
Right, well on with it then. Go find yourself a salty sovereign to dethrone. Fool's errand if you ask me. Old Briney will gut you like a fish, but at least with you dead in the water I'll be free to get on with me own voyage. So off you go, matey.
The Brine King
Lord of Salt and Scale's what we use to call him. They say when the gods got the boot from our lands, that monstrosity went to sleep down in the deep. Dreamed the kinda dreams that cause all sorts of gilled abominations to rise up, to plague and hunt us for what he thinks we must've done to him.
Was a time we got ordered to hunt them things near extinction. Free the trade routes from Old Briney's tyranny. Even so, not a sailor worth his salt who won't sacrifice a lousy deckhand or two by light of the full moon, just to keep that overgrown crab slumbering in the Oriathan trench.
If he's risen again, you bet your bloody arse we're all buggered.
Brine King's Death
How did you...? You still breathing? Bloody barnacles on me arse! You, my new friend, are a legend of the high seas to behold! Tell you what, I've already done my bit getting you here, but if you're looking to sail on to Phrecia, me and the Black Crest would be honoured to take you.
Lilly (After killing the Depraved Trinity)
Arr, as yer can see, finally found the missing powder in me shot-pouch - by that I mean me courage. Managed to make me way over to Lioneye's Watch to see me granddaughter finally. Tell yer, I don't know what in the blazes I was fretting about. She took to me like a fish to water and 'twas as if no time had passed at all.
Anyhow, it be lucky for you that we did so, as we were out looking fer ya, to offer our thanks. Followed me compass, listened to the thaumaturgical whisperings of me ship, next we know, we be following a trail of blood and guts, leading straight to you, wasting yer time in the middle of god-knows-where!
Well, I suppose you'll be wanting us to ferry you over to Oriath... take care of that nasty cannibal god, Kitava, once and for all?
Well we'd be glad to oblige. There be plenty of treasures in the ruined Thepolis just sitting there for the taking, I'm sure.
Say the word and we'll set the sails.
Welcome ye ter Oriath! Smell that fresh, landlubber air. Ain't nothing like the air in Theopolis, full of debauchery and pollution, hidden neath the garb of them holy templars... Seems the place has changed a fair bit since last I were here, a lot more blood and entrails than what I remember. Well, best Lilly and I stay here where it be safe. You journey on ahead matey, see what blimey buggers you get to kill next.