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悼念高地前往悼念高地我離開之前榮耀他們的回憶你！不能！拿走！劫掠品！一視同仁的法律大崩塌修剪燭芯這個好地方的負責人是誰？重現傳統鍛造記憶最後的旅程走失的土靈改變傳統宣示工具淨化灰燼他的離開責任的重量

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If you can't find what to do for the last step--tempered placard carved:

It's outside, at /way 57.1, 43.5 (also a gold dot on the minimap). It's a tiny clickable rectangle on the table.

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*edit: Just discovered there's a new toy this expansion that is perhaps reminiscent of this quest chain: 石縛燈籠. (It's boe and can be obtained from the auction house.)

評論來自 Faulkal

loved this quest chain!

評論來自 Peacemoon

Literally gets you to do all the work and then:

"I did the work" ...! :D

And then her first job is to get an apprentice!

P.s beautiful quest chain. It reminded me of my grandad with dementia.

評論來自 Gestopft

This quest chain is a real tear jerker if you've had a relative that suffered with dementia before death.

評論來自 Ralec

Lump in my throat for much of this questline.

評論來自 Cellendril

Easily one of the best story questlines in War Within so far.

評論來自 thatguy8878

Blizz did real good work here, and making anyone who wants an Earthen play through this questline is correct. No notes.

評論來自 seymour101

This is a great story quest chain. Beautiful, emotional telling of the end of a life.

評論來自 doombringer

This was a sad one. I wanted to stay with Korgran at the shore and just tell him stories of the wider world, shutdown or not.

評論來自 Denumerable

I'm grateful for such a beautiful quest line. Someone put their heart into this one. Thank you.

評論來自 BeerWolf

This questline hits so close to home having experienced my mother suffering from dementia... :(

評論來自 Prnorth

This is a great quest, but I have one question, what happens with the placard at the end?

評論來自 Knottybits

This quest chain starts with the quest "Before I depart", Korgran. You can find him at Fallside Outpost - 57.45, 43. He sends you to talk to Urtago.

評論來自 Nevial

The question is often asked: "When the servers one day shut down for good, where will you park your character?" I finally have my answer.

Korgran. Right next to Korgran.

Our forever rest.

評論來自 Anyanka

This is by far one of my favorite quest chains in all of World of Warcraft. Even though they are knew characters that I do not really know, it is just a really good little story.

評論來自 Zarilla

You are almost there - This is one of the four parts of Unlocking the Allied Race : Earthen.

You will get the Slatestone Ramolith mount if you have the other parts done. Since this is almost like a side quest, this might be the one you are finishing last.

The last instruction on this chest is to "carve the plaque."

All the above comments are correct. Finding it, even on a high-resolution screen can be frustrating. Walk to the table outside the stone house. In the area with the tools. Hover your mouse over middle edge of the table closest to you. The bar is not very big but you will find it right there.

Happy Questing!

評論來自 scharky

I lost my grandfather to dementia, and this quest really brought back memories of that time in my life - such a hard time for me, for my family...for him.

Grandpa George was an only child, born exactly four years, to the day, before the Great Depression began. His father was absent; his mom was a compulsive gambler and alcoholic.

Because of this, he grew up very independent. He was the type of guy who took care of business first and dealt with feelings later. And when he received his diagnosis at the young age of 62, there was no end to things that needed taking care of.

It started slowly, like it always does. Forgetfulness. Weight loss. Irritability. Anger cloaked as fear. He was so mild-mannered and calm, such a loving person, and when he began to change, I noticed it immediately. I was just 8 years old at the time, but I saw how this disease was attacking him, changing him from the pacific guy I knew and loved into something even he despised.

He had to see so many specialists. Therapy for his rapidly increasing depression. A GI doctor for his lack of appetite. Neurologist for his Alzheimer's. To call it exhausting would tell a small fraction of the truth.

I'll always remember that day: April Fool's Day. For a moment, I thought my mom was joking when she told me that Grandpa was going to start becoming a very different person. But the tears in her eyes that she held back so bravely told the true story. This was no April Fool's prank.

Grandpa was dying, and there was no cure.

I remember I cried. I cried like a lost child, like a lonely widow. I wanted to pull my hair out. I don't know what I wanted to do.

Little by little, he forgot who we were - and who he was. He started forgetting our names. He'd been married to my grandmother for almost 40 years, and to see him forget who she was made me so sad I could hardly bear it. I'd excuse myself, go to the bathroom, and sob silently, my face pressed into the bath towel so hard. I figured nobody would suspect anything if the towel was damp. Nobody ever did. I guess Grandma had plenty of other problems on her mind just then.

Then Grandpa had to enter adult daycare. I'll never forget the look on my mother's face when she told me Grandpa couldn't visit after school anymore (they lived across the street from us). He'd be in adult daycare all day because my grandmother couldn't take care of him alone.

Grandpa had been a Marine in World War 2. He'd served in the Pacific Theater as part of the 1st Marine Division. He'd even known Eugene Sledge, author of the bestselling book With the Old Breed on Peleliu and Okinawa and had received a Purple Heart for the wound he'd received on Peleliu. Later, he volunteered to serve in Korea, taking part in the historically horrific battle at Chosin Reservoir, where he received a Bronze Star for his bravery.

He was not the type of man who generally needed help - or asked for it. Rather, he spent his life helping others. His military service had not hardened his heart. On the contrary, those ghastly experiences had formed him into a peaceful, loving person who'd had enough of fighting, violence, and bloodshed.

When I was 13, I asked Grandpa if he'd teach me how to fight. Grandpa told me I had to learn just one lesson: "Your legs are your best weapon. Use them to walk away."

This time marked the beginning of the end for him. The disease ravaged his brain, reducing him to a feeble, helpless shell of the man he'd once been. Grandpa was 6'3 and and sturdy, robust even into his 60s.

He was strong, agile, and mentally facile. He'd attended Berkeley University after his military service, earning his degree in American Literature and teaching high school English for almost 30 years. He was also a children's author, publishing several books in the mid-60s.

But this disease devoured him mentally and physically. It reduced his body to a sorry shell and his mind to a hollow insult of its former power and creativity. As lucid as his mind had once been, it grew equally weak and wasted as Alzheimer's trampled him.

He started panicking, frantically asking Grandma if she knew where the Japanese were, if she could spot their position. He started wearing adult diapers and wandering out of the house late at night.

He cried for help, asking for his friends he'd known in the war, asking for Grandma. Asking why they'd abandoned him. Crying out for someone to help him.

I'll spare you the most upsetting details. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

My grandmother was a wreck, barely holding it together. I felt her pain. Like me, she was losing her best friend. There was nothing she could do, and I'm sure that was the worst part. She could do nothing but watch him slip away, holding him by one hand as he slipped off a cliff, her fingers slowly losing grip. Inch by inch, sliding away to eternity.

Then, on my birthday, I came home from school and found my parents waiting for me in the living room. My mother's face was a cruel mask of pain, her lips almost purple. Her eyes were sunken and unblinking, like the eyes of a drowned woman.

"Grandpa died," was all Mom said. Then she collapsed against my father, sobbing. I just remember falling onto the couch before I fainted. Grandma Jo put one hand on Mom's shoulder and another on mine, and she said: "We'll get through this together. We'll always have each other."

And we did. But never think for a moment it was easy or fast. I'm passing middle age now, and only recently I've really started feeling the balm of time healing over these wounds like a warm, comforting shield.

Thank you for reading this story. I just want to say this: remember to hug and kiss your loved ones often. Be mindful of their feelings. Listen to them. Hear their words, don't just wait for your turn to speak. Love them with your body, your heart, and your soul.

Tell them you love them and how much they mean to you. Tell them how they changed your life for the better. How you'll never be the same for knowing them, and that it's the most amazing feeling in the world.

Show your appreciation. Give them little compliments, little gifts, and nice little gestures just because you want to. Don't do it expecting something in return - love isn't transactional. We love because it's voluntary, not mandatory.

Don't take anyone for granted. We can lose someone so fast. In the time it takes to click a mouse, in the span of a cat's whisker, they can be gone. Trust me. I've passed far too many nights contemplating the terror of the infinite.

And if you haven't been doing these things, you can start. It's never too late to start again. Forgive yourself and become a new person. Start fresh. There's still time to change the road you're on.

Go back to the beginning, get bewildered and confused by new thoughts and feelings, make yourself lost, and then find yourself again. There's time for you. If there's just one shred of belief, one little glimmer of faith in the darkness, you have a purpose to keep going and a reason to try again.

Where one little light glows, hope follows.

I wish you all the best in life and love. I wish all your hopes, all your silly daydreams, all your deepest desires come true.

We all deserve it.

I'm not a religious person, but if I were, I'd pray that you escape this grim fate that befell my grandfather.

No one deserves it.

Nobody should be all alone at the end of the world.

評論來自 HallaLala

is there anything after the carved placard? cuz after i handed it in i got exp and all that but no more quests to do

評論來自 MaeTricks

Gonna go sob now. Thanks Blizzard. ;-;

評論來自 mrsbrown0915

This one hits close to home as my dad had dementia. I do this quest in his honor

連結

責任的重量

到崖側哨站找烏塔戈，幫助她進入狀況。

	在崖側哨站與烏塔戈交談（1）
	收集新的紀事碑（1）
	加熱紀事碑（1）
	撲滅紀事碑（1）
	雕刻紀事碑（1）

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我現在是悼念高地的管理員。我終於感覺到這份新的責任壓在我的肩膀上。這是一項殊榮，但我也必須做好萬全準備。拜託，幫我完成最後一步，一切就萬事俱備了。回到崖側哨站找我。

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這個任務線有助於解鎖：

	土靈同盟種族

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	崖側燈籠		共鳴水晶
	多恩諾加議會

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完成任務後，你將獲得：

輸入以下代碼查看此任務是否已完成

/run print(C_QuestLog.IsQuestFlaggedCompleted(82895))

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