Quest:Treasures of Cardolan

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Treasures of Cardolan
Level 19
Type Solo
Starts with Tobold Leafcutter
Starts at Old Barrows Road
Start Region Northern Barrow-downs
Map Ref [31.7S, 56.2W]
Quest Group Bree-land
Quest Chain History in the Barrow-downs
Quest Text

Bestowal dialogue

'The lore-fragments you brought me mention a fortress named Ost Gorthad. The Men of Cardolan took many of those who fell sick to the Plague there. The ruins of that fortress still stand today in the south! It is from here that a terror rose and cursed the brothers for their theft.

'If you are willing, you may seek the treasure or the history of that treasure at the Northern Barrow, not far from here to the east. Perhaps we can learn more about these Men and how to stave the evil from spreading beyond the bounds of the Barrow-downs.'

Background

Strewn throughout the lore you discovered in previous efforts for Tobold Leafcutter were stories of a great Cardolan treasure. He believes that two brothers, warriors of Arnor, fought and recovered the treasure and brought it to the Northern Barrow.

Objective 1

You may find a chest resting at the Northern Barrow, the northernmost barrow of the Barrow-downs. Tobold Leafcutter waits for you between the Old Forest and Barrow-downs.

Tobold Leafcutter has asked you to search the Northern Barrow for more lore. He hopes that lore from the Men of Cardolan may have survived the long years since the Great Plague in a chest. If you find such lore, you should bring it to Tobold.

Tobold Leafcutter: 'Have ye found any lore at the Cardolan Ruins in the Northern Barrow? If we are to find an answer to how those lands became what they are today, I fear the answer can only be found there.'
Tobold Leafcutter: 'Ah, you found something! Many of the pages are missing, but perhaps I can glean something from those which remain.
'Ah! This is almost too terrible to read. The author, a Man of Cardolan, tells how those few of Cardolan who remained died in a Great Plague, borne alone by dark clouds from the East. Soon after, fell spirits swept down from the North. The man writes of tormenting dreams that followed, dreams of a place called Angmar. Soon after, the Dead walked the land once more. In the last entry, the man writes that he fears that he too will succumb to the Plague, but that his body will never know rest.
'How I wish I had remained ignorant of those cursed lands, yet now I find I must know more. If you ever find more pages of this journal, bring them to me. Perhaps in this knowledge, a defence against these fell spirits can be learned.'