• Bloodscalp Lore Tablet
  • Quest Item
  • <Right Click to Read>
  • "A collection of ancient troll tales and legends."

A Bloodscalp Lore Tablet can be found at the Bal'lal Ruins in Northern Stranglethorn. The Bloodscalp trolls have compiled some of their stories on it: "Moon Over the Vale," "Gri'lek the Wanderer," "Fall of Gurubashi," and "The Emperor's Tomb." Corporal Sethman wants the tablet so he can send the stories to his wife and son in Stormwind.

Objective of

  • A [10-30] Deep Roots: Bloodscalp Lore Tablet obtained


Bloodscalp Lore Tablet

Moon Over the Vale

A Moon over the Vale shines
Casting its glow upon the jungle
Where proud Warriors heed the call
To defend our Nation and sacred grounds.

A Moon over the Vale shines
Far above the cries of battle
Where blood is spilled
Of foe and comrade alike.

And when our brethren pass
Into realms beyond the known
The soul-spirit hardens
Deep beneath the Vale.

And when our brethren pass
Into the Mountain's Temple
We shall protect their eternal spirit
Encased within the holy blue crystal.

And when our brethren pass
A Moon over the Vale shines.

Gri'lek the Wanderer

Tale of Gri'lek the Wanderer

[...The beginnings of the tablet were worn and erased.  But the end was legible...]

Gri'lek stamped through the jungle.  And his eyes burned and his chest rumbled, for there was great anger in him.

In fury he roared to the sky, and he raised his arm.  He raised his left arm, grown strong and sure from hunting without its twin.

For Gri'lek's right arm was gone, and it would not return.

And so he wandered, and he searched.  And his arm remained lost to him.  And so he cursed and roared as he walked.

But Gri'lek had long ago turned his ear away from the spirits, and they were angered and would not listen to his curses.

Doomed was Gri'lek.  Doomed to wander, armless.

Fall of Gurubashi

Rising from the ocean, a tower of water, Neptulon sent the great Krakken to doomed I'lalai.  So huge were their forms that jungles of kelp swayed through their limbs, and leviathans swam through bodies.

The largest Krakken then raised his arms high and crashed them into the sea, sending waves about him.  And they raged toward I'lalai.

The Krakken roared, and their voices thundered like an ocean storm:

"We come."

Min'loth, standing firm, called forth his magic.  The waves sent to I'lalai parted and washed to both sides, and they flooded the jungle beyond.  Min'loth then bade his minions chant spells of binding, and a din rang out as dozens of troll voices rose.

And one voice rose above the rest.

Min'loth bellowed and his magic gathered the power of his minion's spells, and he cast it at the approaching Krakken.

The seas parted and Min'loth's spell sped toward the servants of Neptulon.  Lightning tore the sky and the spell struck them, and a thousand bolts fell, boiling water and burning craters in the earth.

Min'loth cried in triumph, knowing his spell would fell the great beasts.

But the Krakken are old, very old.  They remembered when the land was first born from the sea.

They remembered when the Old Ones ruled and when the Travelers came and cast them down.  They remembered when magic was new.

They are old and they hold many secrets.  And though Min'loth's spell was strong, it, like the troll, was mortal. 

And so it failed.

It failed to bind the Krakken, but it enraged them.  Not in aeons had a mortal caused them pain, and the troll's spell was painful.

And so they shed the bindings of Minloth's spell, but then roared and struck with fury.

A rumble was heard as great waves rose from the deep and raced toward the land.  When they reached I'lalai they cast a shadow on the city.

But before they destroyed it the Krakken halted, poised.

The troll witchdoctors trembled and cried out to their master.  Min'loth gazed at the mountains of the sea, doomed and defiant.  He turned to his adepts and whispered, and the trolls etched his last words into stone.  Min'loth then faced the looming Krakken.

He grimaced and hurled his staff, his last bold act.

The Krakken then bent their fury upon Min'loth, and an ocean fell upon I'lalai.

And it was no more.

And then the waters fell upon the jungle, washing clean all they met.  Trolls and beasts cried out as the waters smashed and drowned them.

Many Gurubashi wondered why the ocean swallowed them, but then they died and knew nothing.

And finally, when the waters reached the mountains, they stopped.  Appeased, they retreated back beyond the shores, and they left a wake of death.

They retreated, but they surged around I'lalai and remained, drowning it forever.

And the chief Var'gazul, safe behind the mountains in Zul'Gurub, went out to the jungle and found it washed clean of his people.

And he despaired, for his dreams of conquest were thwarted.

And never was Min'loth the Serpent found.

The Emperor's Tomb

By moon and fire,
By flesh and bone,
Scribed in blood,
Carved in stone.

Leave this place
Or meet your doom
Death stands guard
Over the Emperor's Tomb.


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