Grim Dawn | Quest Tracker

"Eli," the thing inside the armor rasped. Not Sobb's voice. A chorus of static and whispers. "You came. The Tracker never lies."

He staggered to his feet. The fire-storms raged on. And with a bloody smile, he began to walk toward the nearest name.

"Thank you," the captain mouthed silently. Then the fire took him.

Elias drew his rusty shortsword. His heart was a cold stone. "John. Can you hear him in there?" grim dawn quest tracker

Elias did know. He had seen it happen to a woman in Arkovia who had crossed out her missing son's name. The next morning, she had walked into a rift and never come out. The Tracker wasn't a tool. It was a leash. And once you wrote a name, the world conspired to make you finish it.

He flipped the Tracker open to the latest entry. Status: Alive. Location: The Conflagration. The charcoal letters seemed to pulse in the twilight.

Captain John Sobb was a hollow suit of armor held together by malice. Through the rusted visor, Elias saw not eyes, but twin coals of ember. Aetherial corruption had crawled into every joint, twisting the steel into organic, vein-like patterns. In one gauntlet, Sobb held a scorched standard. In the other, a child's doll—the one he’d whittled for Elias’s daughter years ago. "Eli," the thing inside the armor rasped

They sank together.

The possessed thing charged. The fight lasted ninety seconds. Elias had no magic, no relics, no aetherial augments. He had only the Tracker and a desperate, grinding will. He lost his sword. He lost two fingers on his left hand. He took a blow to the ribs that turned his vision red. But he tackled the armored monster into the molten slag.

He found him at the heart of the fire-storm, standing before a shattered altar of Ch'thon. "You came

Until three days ago.

Elias’s knuckles whitened around the Tracker. The Quest Tracker wasn't magic. It was a contract. He had written a rule on the inside cover in his own blood: No new quests until the last is closed. And for two years, the last one had been Sobb.

Release Captain John Sobb from possession. Sub-objective: End his suffering. Reward: Peace.

He didn't weep for the dead. He wept because he turned the page, and there, already written in fresh, eager charcoal, were five new names. Five new quests. Five new debts.