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“Not all of our soldiers made it out of Scourgeholme. Many were slain and turned into twisted reflections of their former selves. Such is the way of the Scourge. For those damned souls, there is no eternal peace. We must provide their souls rest.
Travel through the Breach into Scourgeholme and slay the skeletal reanimated crusaders. Sprinkle this holy water on their bones so that their spirits may be freed.”
-Father Gustav
Father Gustav at the Valley of Echoes in Icecrown wants you to use Holy Water on the corpses of Reanimated Crusaders to free 10 restless souls.
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Quest Giver: Father Gustav — Valley of Echoes, Icecrown [~80, 72]
Objective: Kill Reanimated Crusaders in Scourgeholme, then use the provided Holy Water on their corpses to free 10 restless souls.
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Vikstone's War JournalGustav has moved up. He is at the Valley of Echoes now, out of the infirmary, closer to the Breach than a man of his trade has any business being.

“Not all of our soldiers made it out of Scourgeholme. Many were slain and turned into twisted reflections of their former selves. Such is the way of the Scourge. For those damned souls, there is no eternal peace. We must provide their souls rest. Travel through the Breach into Scourgeholme and slay the skeletal reanimated crusaders. Sprinkle this holy water on their bones so that their spirits may be freed. It is a grim task, but it must be done.”
Four days ago Mograine sent me after the same men. He told me the Crusade would want a proper farewell said over them and that he would ask no such thing of me, and I went up there and killed eight of them. I am kaldorei. Their god is not mine and I do not know a human blessing.
Gustav handed me a bottle.
The crusaders are bone now, mostly, and they still hold formation. Not well. But when three of them came at me in the second yard, two went wide, and I have seen enough drill to know that was not accident.
The killing is not the work. That is what the priest did not say and what I understood as soon as I had done the first one. You kneel in the frost beside a heap of somebody’s ribs and you tip the bottle, and only then does anything leave.
What comes up is pale and it does not linger.
I did ten. I knelt for every one of them and I did not say any words over any of them, because I still do not have any, but I have decided that the kneeling counts for something, and that the water was somebody else’s words.
“The path of the righteous crusader is one beset by inequity and evil,” Gustav said. “To cut through the middle is the only salvation. You have done that on this day and much more.”
Ten souls went up out of Scourgeholme and one thing stayed behind, something in the rubble that had nothing to do with the dead and everything to do with why the nerubians were here at all, The Stone That Started A Revolution.