Key to the Past

The Isle of the Dead is a fearsome place where the Winds of Magic run unchecked. Even with the protection of our absolution, I suspect we will suffer the same fate as our doomed ancestors. Of the doomed, I speak not of the Archmages. Nay, I concern myself with the warriors who stood guard while the Archmages weaved their magic into what we now call the Vortex. Many of my people can claim kinship to one of those ancient soldiers, but none know the tale of their last hours. I have heard that restless spirits, neither living nor dead, walk the blasted shore of yonder isle. At least one of my own ancestors, a proud bearer of the Grimstar name, was lost upon the Isle of the Dead when the Vortex was formed. I often wonder if he is still there, and to what state his mind, nay, his soul, is in. Seek him out, |n, and learn of the fate which awaits us all.

Search the Isle of the Dead for some sign of a Grimstar ancestor.