Description
A temple once stood here, but constant planar assault sunk it into the mire. My former life is little more than mist to me, but I remember my death: drowning in the muck with a planar invader's claws at my throat.
It falls to you to do what I could not: defend this Sourcewell.
Upon completion
Thank you, [%name]. You have culled much of their army, but the Planes are infinite.