After my long trek through the Blasted Lands, I had finally arrived. I had heard legends about the long-dead basilisk that slept eternally in the sandy canyons nearby, forever hissing at the world as if it dared to be the source of all southern winds. I would say I didn't believe them, but deep down inside I knew the stories were beyond true. Soon, I would mount the decayed skull and enter the realm of Morgfyre. Fitting, that the Devourer chose to house the gate to his unholy tabernacle within the mouth of a being who once could have devoured all.

For future record, I have sketched the skull and enclosed it within my journal from the vantage point of a nearby cliff face. - By Qojin