Stage 1 Minimum Level: 1560 Location:Crestoun (Outskirts) (17, 2) Required Item: None Required Kills: None

The dark robed Monk calls you over. 'Good that you're here Warrior. The last element necessary for the sacrifice can be found here. Bring me the Knot of Bitterness found in the undead that haunt the Outskirts of Crestoun. You must be quick, the Crestoun Town Guard will clap me in irons if they find me. Something to do with public disturbance or some other trivial reason. Anyway, what's important right now is the last element. Some of the Undead are said to have kept more of their minds than others. Try looking inside the Unconsecrated Tomb, you might find one with some wit. Also take this Copper Blessing, the Plague Specters are obsessed with them. Maybe it'll be of some help.' You receive 1 x Copper Blessing of the Spirit

Stage 2 Minimum Level: 1560 Location:Crestoun (Unconsecrated Tomb) (3, 4) Required Item: None Required Kills: None

You enter the crude tomb cut straight out of the earth. In a gloomy corner a spirit hovers over a pile of earth. The Spirit glares at you. 'What are you doing here? The living are not welcome, go back to Crestoun and sleep in your warm bed. Leave us to our misery.' The Spirit's pain is laced in every syllable of her words, you say to her. 'I'm not from Crestoun. I'm just wandering the realms. How did you come to be like this?' The anger in her eyes soften and the Spirit murmurs, 'Well I have no grudge against a foreigner. In times past a plague swept through Crestoun. There was a cure to the plague, it was three blessings for the mind, body and soul. These were cast upon three copper coins. Unfortunately we could not afford the price of these coins so we perished. The Church of Light did send a kindly Cardinal who set up wards that cleansed the whole town of the disease. But that was too late for large areas of the poor quarter who had already died. They then piled our corpses here and burned us without so much as a thought or prayer. We now wander this land for a cure that we never got. Most of my brethren have gone mad with sadness and pain. They attack anyone they can, as they are so jealous of their life and happiness.' You stare at the Spirit and unthinkingly blurt out, 'Is there some way I can help you?' The Spirit tilts her head wondering if you are serious, then slowly hands you an ancient scroll. 'Bring me the three Copper Blessings, that will cure me and I can rest.' You receive 1 x Three Copper Blessings Recipe

Stage 3 Minimum Level: 1560 Location:Crestoun (Unconsecrated Tomb) (3, 4) Required Item: Three Copper Blessings Required Kills: None

The pale Spirit gazes at you, her eyes filled with disappointment and hope, 'Have you the Three Copper Blessings?' She takes the three coins in her hands as if they are the most precious treasure. Tears flow down her cheeks in speechless joy and she slowly fades from sight. Resting on the pile of earth you find a strange red cord. You receive 1 x Cord of Injustice This cord will help you construct the Knot of Bitterness for the Ailing Monk

Stage 4 Minimum Level: 1560 Location:Crestoun (Outskirts) (17, 2) Required Item: Knot of Bitterness Required Kills: None	The dark Monk waves you over, 'Have you managed to make the Knot of Bitterness yet?' 'May the True Gods bless you. Come, meet me in the Crestoun (Graveyard). I can now offer the sacrifice.' Without another word he fades from sight.

Stage 5 Minimum Level: 1560 Location:Crestoun (Graveyard) (7, 8) Required Item: None Required Kills: None	You find the Ailing Monk standing before an large stone altar chanting softly. The items you collected for him are spread out on the stone altar. He nods at you. Turning around you see 3 Crestoun Guard (Champion) approaching with a grim expression. Defeat the 3 Guards, they must not stop the sacrifice.'

Stage 6 Minimum Level: 1560 Location:Crestoun (Graveyard) (7, 8) Required Item: None Required Kills: 3 x Crestoun Guard (Champion)

The Ailing Monk looks at you from the darkness of his robes, 'Have you defeated the 3 Crestoun Guard (Champion)?' 'Excellent, I will now complete the sacrifice.' He picks up Blood Marked Dagger and cuts his pale palm. Red blood flows over the items on the altar. The two shining orbs from the Echo of Drolag. A red skull of the witch's Hex Curse, as well as her essence. The large emerald Source Shard and the strange Knot of Bitterness. The sky boils above you and the air rips asunder. The Monk screams at the night sky, 'Now see the sacrifice of nature. The True Gods come to judge the fools of Crestoun for rejecting their wisdom and holding to their false gods of Light. I show the True Gods the arrogance, vile clutching for power, spiteful magics and twisted essence of the living. Their trust in false magics and their unending bitterness that even reaches beyond the very realms of death. Behold, the Lord of Other he comes!' His ranting shocks you. Staring at the gash in the sky, the words of Brothan the Stone Walker echo in your mind, 'Do not trust that Mage, he's a bad one. Bad in a twisty way.' You look in speechless horror as within the tear above you, a shape looms. It's massive bulk shifts in the shadows and a writhing mass of fleshy tentacles reach down probing for the earth. Your mind struggles to focus, it reels with flashes of incomprehensible images and sensations. You hear a voice whisper within you to give up and surrender to the changing. The reshaping of this falsehood into the truth of what should have been, of what must be... Far off in the distance you hear the Dark Monk laughing insanely. He howls in ecstasy over the remaking of Crestoun into his perfect image. The truth dawns on you. You just assumed he was a Monk of Light. It does not matter that you were tricked. You have done this. Without your help, the Monk would probably have died out there in the Wilds. But you did his bidding, you collected the elements for this foul sacrifice and an entire town has now been put into danger. Shame washes over you. You then realize that under the inference of this... thing, you have been driven to your knees. You try to open your eyes. Indescribable agony blossoms within your skull. The voice inside your head whispers, 'You are not good enough, but do not worry. I am here to shape you into my image. You will know perfection. Just give up and receive my blessing. I will love you.' You whimper and shake under the assault to your senses. You tremble on your knees at the presence of the Lord of Other. An image then flowers within your minds eye. A stone of blood red crystal stands in a white realm of snow. You lost a friend to save the world, that was your fault too! You take a deep breath, pain lancing over you. You open your eyes, terrible pain crashes over you. But that is nothing new. You rise your head, unending agony drowns you. But pain has always there. The shame of your deed drives you onward. You stand, it's all you can do to keep hold of your weapon. Pain, an endless sea of pain. But pain has followed you every step of this world, you will not bow it it now! You must serve the Light, you must protect the world against what you have done. A clear voice behind you makes you turn. You see a woman dressed in a simple white robe with long dark hair. You whisper, 'Lindarsil?' Her hand touches you, 'You have done well my Warrior. You stand in defiance of The Other even against his torment. I judge that you have paid the price. There is just one truth which I will tell you. None of this was your fault, you are a just my faithful servant. Now take my blessing and fight for our world and destroy The Lord of Other (Elite). Return to me when you have completed the task.'

Stage 7 Minimum Level: 1560 Location:Crestoun (Graveyard) (7, 8) Required Item: None Required Kills: 1 x Lord of Other (Elite)

The shining figure of Lindarsil stands before the forgotten shrine. The Dark Monk hunched behind the sacred altar glares at you holding the dark dagger in both hands. Blood still trickles down its blade. The Goddess of Magic smiles pleasantly as you return, 'Have you slain The Lord of Other?' Lindarsil grins at you, then turns back to the forgotten shrine. 'There you see. My Warrior has stood against the torment and slain the Lord of Other. Now I do see your talent, so this will be a one time deal. Renounce your allegiance to the Shapers and gift your soul to me. I'll remove the affliction and teach you the meaning of true power. What do you say?' The Dark Monk shuffles for a moment, 'I see. You would try to wrestle me from the grasp of the True Gods in favor for shallow gifts and promises which would never be actually be fulfilled. I have been warned about this. I am also very aware that the Lord of Other is immortal and so cannot actually be killed. His current manifestation has been damaged, so he has simply retreated to Elsewhere to heal. And heal he will do.' The Dark Monk then stretches forth his pale hand and points at you. In a venomous whisper he says, 'He will also remember those who caused him such suffering and reward them accordingly. Mark my words.' Then with blinding speed he runs off and opens an nearby sewer grate and disappears into the inky darkness below. With a frown Lindarsil says, 'I'm sorry, but did he just scurry off into the sewers?' The unexpected derision in her voice almost makes you laugh. You reply, 'Yes he did, my Goddess.' She turns and looks at you, 'Well, that was hard for you to say. Although I do appreciate you said it.' She smiles at you then saunters carelessly over to the open sewer grate. She reaches down and closes it. 'We'll have no more evil coming out of here and disturbing my faithful's rest.' Standing, she stares down at the grate, 'So, let me get this straight. I can say, "Warrior, hunt down and kill that filthy rat." and not feel utterly ridiculous?' You grip your weapon and bow to the Goddess of Magic, 'Your Will be done.' Lindarsil blinks at you in genuine astonishment, 'Is that it? No bargains, gifts or promises. I just ask and you do? Well I can see why you're Gurgriss' favorite, this selfless obedience is remarkably empowering. Now take this Icon and hand it to the Crestoun town guard. Tell the Captain exactly what you have done, he'll be angry but it'll all work out. Off you go now, we don't have much time.' You receive 27,725,260 Xp + 1 x Icon of Lindarsil Lindarsil watches you leave, an unreadable expression on her beautiful face.