Turn your back for the barest moment and Wraeclast bites you in the proverbial. I imagine that's how you're feeling upon visiting us this time. It's how I feel about now.
Don't get me wrong, I've witnessed many unsettling things in my lifetime, but a spectral corsair living next door to me? We reside in dark times indeed when the living need share their quarters with the dead.
I didn't think it possible for Silk to grow any more peculiar, but then I've been wrong about so many things since coming to Wraeclast that I shouldn't have been at all surprised.
Still, it's interesting that his behaviour of late has mirrored that of certain Templar zealots I had the dubious pleasure of meeting back in Theopolis. Like them, Silk appeared obsessed with finding answers to this reality in some ethereal realm of divinity.
For my part, I prefer to keep faith in this world. The answers that come from 'beyond' are seldom the ones we want.
My poor Greust. A kind man. A strong man. And now... I begged him not to meddle with that relic. It washed ashore after the earthquake and Greust simply had to know whether it was a danger to us... to me.
The unholy thing within that device... it possessed Greust. Turned him into a monstrosity. We fled the village, and as I turned back... I saw... he was killing them, the stragglers, killing them all! Even the children!
My Greust is dead. That thing that has stolen his body... please, destroy it.
Yes... I thank you. Though I loved him, I know Greust was lost to me the very moment he touched that Vaal abomination. I will weep over his passing for many more nights to come, but I am... happy that you avenged his honour, and freed him from his torment.
I'm afraid that the Inquisitor's spirit has indeed returned to the Chamber of Sins, yet while you won't encounter Maligaro by wandering his halls, I do perhaps know how you can find him.
Whilst investigating the Fellshrine, I learned of the existence of a map, forged by Maligaro from his own viscera. This map allowed him to transfer his spirit into another form of existence, an existential safe house to which he could retreat should death ever attempt to take him. Understanding the map's purpose, Voll tried to destroy it, to no avail, so he locked it away deep within the ruins of Phrecia Cathedral.
Find that map and place it upon the Reverie Device in Maligaro's old laboratory. And when you step over that threshold, expect the very worst.
One less twisted intellect perverting our world. There is still much to be done, but at least we can rest easier in the knowledge that Maligaro and his foul creations will trouble Wraeclast no longer.
Here. I know that you and Greust didn't see eye to eye, but I'm sure he would have wanted to recognise this deed. It's the act of a warrior, after all.
I imagine it was no easy feat, removing that abomination from its tomb. The horrors that must still lurk beneath the Fellshrine...
Well, I suppose you'll be meeting abominations aplenty where you're going next. Place that map upon Maligaro's Reverie Device and remember... hope for the worst. At least then you'll be partially prepared for what's to come.
When I was part of Piety's expedition into the Chamber of Sins, I stumbled upon a secret passage. It appears to have been constructed by the Inquisitor for the purpose of conveying his creations from his laboratory, via an ancient cave system, to the surrounding countryside without detection. These caves seem to feed out into what was once farmland near our former village.
It may prove a useful route for you, although the passage was locked when I last stood before it. Let us hope that the key remains somewhere nearby.
I'm aware that you and Greust had something of a commercial relationship prior to his... accident. As is the Azmeri custom, Greust's few possessions have now passed to me. I'm by no means the warrior he was, yet I know my blades and bows well enough.
At least it's something I can do to honour his memory, and to keep my mind off things.
There's an Azmeri shrine, tucked away in the Northern Forest. Greust took me there, told me it was a memorial to those who had gone before him, a place where their spirits could rest. When he passed, he wanted his remains to be laid to rest with the bones of his people. His body... I find it difficult to even think about it... but I doubt it will ever be recovered. Yet there might still be a way. He gave me his necklace, the fangs he earned when he rose from boyhood to manhood, handed it to me for safekeeping only moments before, before Ralakesh... it's almost as if he knew what was to come.
Please, could you deliver this necklace to the shrine for me? Put Greust's spirit to rest? I would do it myself, but the journey to the Northern Forest is not what it was. These lands have changed, and not for the better.
I feel I have failed my poor Greust, not being able to return his bones to the resting place of his people. Still, we have done all we could, considering the circumstances. Greust was a practical man at heart. He would understand.
You deserve our thanks. Here are some of Greust's most treasured possessions. I'm sure he would have wanted you to have one.
My poor Greust... a good man blinded by bravery and hope. I guess that's why I loved him. He truly believed that if he stood against Alira that courage would triumph. Even he should have seen it to be hopeless when they descended upon the village, enslaved us all. They cut his head clean from his body... stuck it on a pike, paraded it before us.
Then it was as if the very rocks cried out against this cruelty. The earth shook and that blasphemous relic emerged from the water. Whatever was inside, it transformed Alira, turned her into... well, I suppose she simply became what she had been in her heart all along.
My poor Greust... a good man blinded by bravery and hope. I guess that's why I loved him. He truly believed that if he stood against Kraityn that courage would triumph. Even he should have seen it to be hopeless when they descended upon the village, enslaved us all. They cut his head clean from his body... stuck it on a pike, paraded it before us.
Then it was as if the very rocks cried out against this cruelty. The earth shook and that blasphemous relic emerged from the water. Whatever was inside, it transformed Kraityn, turned him into... well, I suppose he simply became what he had been in his heart all along.
My poor Greust... a good man blinded by bravery and hope. I guess that's why I loved him. He truly believed that if he stood against Oak that courage would triumph. Even he should have seen it to be hopeless when they descended upon the village, enslaved us all. They cut his head clean from his body... stuck it on a pike, paraded it before us.
Then it was as if the very rocks cried out against this cruelty. The earth shook and that blasphemous relic emerged from the water. Whatever was inside, it transformed Oak, turned him into... well, I suppose he simply became what he had been in his heart all along.
I'm a woman of science, not vengeance, yet in this case I'm willing to make an exception. I will continue to weep for Greust until time takes the pain from my heart. Your actions won't speed that process yet I know, wherever he is now, my gentle warrior would appreciate the honour you've restored to him.