From the dark realm of Anhr'even, the Black Horde of the Orcs first came upon us on the Day of Eclipse. Upon their defeat, many were trapped upon the surface for centuries, and in these, the purifying rays of the sun may have rekindled a flicking light – for all Orcs were mortal races once, long ago. The Orcs of Darkmoor, though brutish and piteous, have been seen to attempt farming and even trade with the inhabitants of the Eastern territories. I hear now that Darkmoor Orcs even hide from Balur, refusing to answer his call. Balur’s wrath with his children is great – he has ordered his Anhr’even legions to put all inhabitants of Darkmoor to the sword, and their women and children to be brought to the altars of sacrifice when the Moon is next full. Even now, I say these words in wonder… but we may gain valuable allies among these strange Orcs should we intervene and save their foul offspring.
Since times of old, the Imperial Dragons have been hatched and trained upon Rookery Keep in the East... But the Halflings are in desperation, Orcish raids have disrupted the flow of amber from the Farwol mines. Without amber, they will have nothing to feed the Dragon hatchlings, for all know they will consume nothing else until maturity.
We will be dependent upon the support of the Imperial Dragons when the time comes for the Final Battle with Balur! Mount your steeds, my Lords, and prepare to head for the Battlegrounds! Raid sufficient amber from the Orcs for the war effort, and you shall be well rewarded.
My Lords and Ladies! I have received troubling tidings from the great keep of Everdeep in Clawhold – a pestilence now rages through the lands of our Shade allies. The plague has corrupted their bodies, and the light of their funeral pyres brightens the night skies to the East.
There is but one remedy... You must find the rarest flower of them all – Mara’s Tears. The juices of its stem will heal the Shades that they might avenge themselves upon he who sent foul vermin forth from Balur’s Chasm to spread ruin among their kind.
The flower blooms only on battlefields freshly dewed with the blood of combat. Go now! Water them well with Orc-blood, and I wish you a bountiful harvest!
Balur’s minions fast approach the great fortress Caer Bran – the ancient capital of the Dwarves. A fortnight ago, a great host of brave Dwarven warriors ventured forth to man the city's outer defenses before the attack. There has been neither word nor sight of them since.
I believe these warriors to be alive - the cruelty of Orcs is well known, and surely they wish to torment them before feasting. Find them! Slay their captors! Return them to Caer Bran in time to man their posts. Their people have fought at our side in our most desperate hour... honor dictates we do no less in return
For years the sun has grown weaker day by day, and with it, the hope for better. But all have not yet forsaken us. Upon seeing the suffering of the people, Eldur, God of Fire, gave unto each dwelling great and small a spark of his own divine flame to warm their hearts and keep the darkness at bay. Eldur’s fire has burned in the hearts of Stormfall for centuries - but the armies of Chaos would deny us even this comfort.
Despising the warmth and light, one by one they steal Eldur’s sparks from the Castles of the realm, seeking to cast the unquenchable flames into the sea. Gather your forces, my Lords and Ladies - we must recover the divine fires. If I must face my doom, I wish to do it with light to see my enemies, and a warm flame at my back.
Use your Eagle's Nest to locate and successfully attack or defend Battlegrounds to collect Eldur’s Sparks. All Eldur’s Sparks collected will be redistributed to those from whom they were taken.
For centuries all that has stood between the legions of foul things that haunt the depths of Balur’s Chasm and borders of Stormfall was the fastness of Veyon’s Shield. Its mighty battlements, woven with enchantments and manned by Brothers of the Order of the Divine Blade have thrown back the hordes that would consume us. As long as it stands, the forces of darkness shall not easily assail us from the East.
The mages have brought me word of a terrible spell – an incantation of un-making that could shatter its walls to dust. The Order of the Damned, treasonous mortal acolytes of Balur, have searched for centuries to piece it together, and I fear that may be close to fulfilling their plan. We must stop them. Search high and low in every corner of Stormfall, find all the Books of the Damned, and preserve the safety of our frontier.
Use your Eagle's Nest to locate and successfully attack or defend Battlegrounds to collect Books of the Damned. All Books of the Damned collected will be sent to the Mages of Stormfall to be destroyed. Glorious rewards shall be granted to each Lord, dependent on how many Books of the Damned they have collected upon successful completion of this quest