Bashal'Aran

The ruins of Bashal'Aran to the east are overrun with demonic minions. The sprites and satyrs that have taken up residence in the area feed upon the magical energies of the area, their powers growing from continued exposure. Even with that, I have noticed that there is one shrine they will not approach. On the western side of the ruins, atop a small bluff, a strange blue aura permeates... There must be an explanation to the demons' reluctance. I would like you to investigate it.

Ahh... To what could I possibly owe the exceedingly special honor of a <race> such as yourself as company. Truly it says much of my current companions--with no offense to my hosts, the noble grells and satyrs--that your presence could be considered an improvement. But please, do not let my uncivil tongue drive you from the place. It has indeed been many years, decades even, since I had civil accompaniment.

If I were to relate the story of my life, I have no doubt it would surpass the limits of your patience. Let us say that mine has been a long and painful life, and this spectral form is perhaps the worst torment of all. I am held here by the means of magic. Though my words may seem disingenuous, I assure you I would be grateful beyond words if you would help me find the means of my imprisonment. A seal binds me, and by examining the earpieces of the sprites and grells, I may find a trace of it.

Indeed... The grells of Bashal'Aran do not possess that which I am searching... however they have come into contact with it recently. Recently... I would reckon that by your time, not mine. Recent for me stretches into the veil of the past, almost another Age...

If the grells have come into close contact with the seal that binds my eternal prison, I suspect I know the cause. No doubt the seal has come into the possession of the satyr that lead them. I feel strongly that this must be true, <name>. One of the satyr must surely possess it. If you can obtain it, you would bring me so close to passing the bars of my prison that tears would come to my eyes.

It... it is hard for me to even believe that what I hold now is that which has held me for so long. Let us waste no time, <name>. When the seal is destroyed, I might walk the forests of the earth freely again.

It was the craft of one of the most powerful of the Highborne that created the seal that formed my prison. In Ameth'Aran, the ruins to the south that are twin to these, persists even today an ancient flame, blue in color. In this flame this seal could be destroyed. Be wary in the ruins, <name>...

I am freed, <name>! I can now see with my own eyes the changes that have come to our world... Only bits and pieces have I known. To think that when I last walked freely, the Well still stood and the Highborne held court with Azshara, our beloved queen. I sense that my jailor, my former master, Athrikus, still lives... Already my feelings of hopelessness will give way into thoughts of vengeance.