After interring the bodies of Jacob, Charlotte, and Madeline, the party searched both mausoleums in an effort to find a clue as to the whereabouts of the ice wizard who had attacked them on Graben island. Their searches led them back to a panel of buttons, each marked with a different glyph; pressing a button opened a corresponding burial chamber in the mausoleum. After much experimentation and frustration, someone pressed three skull-enbossed buttons at the same time, causing a secret door to open in the back of the crypt. From the opening, a stairway led down into cold darkness.

Gathering their strength, the party descended, one by one. The stairs led to a series of chambers, all seemingly carved out of the ice and snow that the entore island consisted of. Within these chambers, the party discovered a ghastly sight -- hundred of skeletons of all shapes and sizes had been brought to unlife by a dark power. The undead attacked en force, but the party fought bravely, destroying many of the skeletons but still allowing themselves to be driven forward. Suddenly, the passage that the party retreated down became an icy slope, and the group was dumped head over heels into a large, cavernous room of ice and snow. There, the necromancer Meredoth - the ice mage of Todstein - confronted them again.

His intial spells were fierce and devastating. As the party regrouped from their icy tumble, the mage hit them with a cone of cold, followed by an ice storm. This attack proved almost devastating, for the desert bard Farid was caught full-on, his blood turned to ice by the magical blast. As Ian rushed to help, and Leif fired his bow and Storin returned spells at the necromancer, Brandon used the confusion to his advantage, and secretly began to scale the icy wall toward the balcony that the mage was attacking from. The halfling rogue got close, but Meredoth was not to be surprised, and he snatched the thief away from the ledge. But Brandon was ready, producing a small magical amulet that he had been carrying since Tilverton, and throwing it down to Leif. As Meredoth turned away to deal with the halfling, summoning ice ghouls to finish him, Leif used the power of the amulet to fly up to the ledge and engage the surprised mage in melee combat. Drawing Darkfire, despite Ghyrm's warning shouts from below, Leif savagely attacked the mage, each black-flamed strike burning away at Meredoth's gaunt form. With a final stroke, Leif clove through the wizard's ice staff and into the mage's body, ending his unnatural life.

Tending to Brandon, Leif turned his attention to the fallen mage, but the body had been reduced to shards of ice. Already, the magical snow cave was beginning to collapse around them. Gathering up the mage's robes and personal belongings, and sweeping the black Ba'althril stone into the bundle, Leif grabbed Brandon and used the amulet to descend to safety. Regrouping with the others, they all hurried out of the disentegrating lair.

Outside, the death of Meredoth seemed to mean the end of Todstein as well. As the island shuttered with quakes, the mists from the sea began to roll in, obscuring the landscape. Racing ahead, the party made for the beach where the Endurance waited, only to find that the ship that had borne them these last several days was already gone, having sailed into the mists. All around them, the island and the sea were fading into the mists. Desperately, they pulled forth Meredoth's belongings, and found among them a small wooden box, covered in runes. Reading the arcane words, the box transformed into a boat, into which the party quickly jumped. As Ian and Storin helped Ekel into the boat, the shoreline faded, and the party found themselves adrift on a darkened sea, surrounded by mist...

In the center of the boat, Ghyrm sat quietly, staring at the black stone that Leif had recovered. After a while, he announced that the Ba'althril was calling for its lost brothers, and that the force it contained was guiding them through the mist. With the sea so dark that they could not even see the water around them, the party celebrated their triumph in muted silence, unaware as to where the mists would leave them next...