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“The spirits of the damned haunt the coast. In life they were brave and noble soldiers of the Alliance, but in death they are cursed – bound to this world until the end of days. We must discover the source of their anguish if we are to free them! To the southeast, on the Eldritch Heights, you will find a rare herb known as murkweed.
It is murkweed that I will use to concoct an elixir that will allow you temporary entry into the world of the forgotten. Go now and gather the weed.”
-Orik Trueheart
Orik Trueheart at Dawn’s Reach in Dragonblight wants you to recover 5 Murkweed from the Eldritch Heights.

Quest Giver: Orik Trueheart — Dawn’s Reach [87, 57], Dragonblight
Turn In: Orik Trueheart — same location
Objective: Recover 5 Murkweed from the Eldritch Heights.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
Orik directs you southeast to the Eldritch Heights, a wooded cliff area in the far southeast corner of Dragonblight. The Murkweed grows scattered around the area, particularly around the outskirts of the Bloodpaw wolvar village that occupies the heights.
Head southeast from Dawn’s Reach. The area around [90, 65] to [91, 70] is dense with Murkweed nodes. A good approach is to start around [90, 69] and loop clockwise around the perimeter of the wolvar village.
You should find all 5 plants before completing the circuit.
Return to Orik at Dawn’s Reach. He immediately begins mixing the elixir: “It won’t be much longer.”
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Lore & Story Context
Orik explains the purpose of the murkweed clearly: “The spirits of the damned haunt the coast. In life they were brave and noble soldiers of the Alliance, but in death they are cursed, bound to this world until the end of days. We must discover the source of their anguish if we are to free them!”
The murkweed elixir is powerful enough to knock you unconscious and temporarily separate your spirit from your body, allowing you to enter “the world of the forgotten” and interact with the ghosts of the Forgotten Shore.
This is a key mechanic: the ghosts on the Forgotten Shore are hostile to the living. You can’t simply walk down and talk to them. The elixir effectively lets you fake your own death so convincingly that even your spirit is fooled, allowing you to walk among the dead as one of them.
The Eldritch Heights itself is an interesting pocket of Dragonblight. It’s home to the Bloodpaw wolvar tribe, a small hostile group that displaced a gnome named Drolfy and his cousins from the area.
The murkweed growing here is described as a “rare herb,” and its proximity to both the Forgotten Shore and the overall death-saturated landscape of southeastern Dragonblight (Naxxramas hovers directly above) suggests it may thrive in places touched by necrotic energy.
Explore Dragonblight’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Dragonblight Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
You will be able to choose one of these rewards:
Upon completion of this quest you will gain:
Vikstone's War JournalAnother mystic brew to pierce the veil between worlds. First Thoralius with his spirit-seeing incense in Howling Fjord, now Trueheart with herb-gathering errands in Dragonblight. The methods differ, but the pattern holds: see the dead, speak to the dead, learn what binds them.

“The spirits of the damned haunt the coast,” Orik said. “In life they were brave and noble soldiers of the Alliance. In death they are cursed, bound to this world until the end of days. We must discover the source of their anguish if we are to free them.”
I wondered if they remained so noble after centuries of torment.
The murkweed grew on Eldritch Heights, southeast of camp. I climbed through snow and scrub grass, collected the pale stalks where they clustered near old stones, and tried not to think too hard about what “temporary entry into the world of the forgotten” actually meant for the one drinking the elixir.
Five bundles of weed, enough to brew passage into a realm of damned souls.
“It won’t be much longer,” Orik promised when I returned.
I believed him. That was the problem.
Orik handed the vial over and pointed at the shore, where the dead of the Alliance had The Forgotten Tale that nobody living had heard.