(Arthe Dale, Zoluren: 169 Uthmor 357)
I got these visions today, do you know what to make of them, Baresh?
A faint portal shimmers in midair before you.
The portal darkens to the color of thick fog.
The portal solidifies and darkens to an inky black.
You see a winged skull within the portal as it makes one final attempt to take on reality, then fades.
Mocking laughter echoes within your mind as a cold voice whispers, "Soon my faithful, soon!"
I was just there on the Greensward in Arthe Dale, certainly one of the more innocuous places.
[Ed. Note: Evidently this all pointed to the obelisk at Taisgath Island, where something very unusual happened.]