The deaths he had dealt and the sins of his wicked deeds bore a heavy cost on him... Too heavy. And so Muqtadh decided to end the charade, to climb the cliffs above the southern sea and leap to certain death - to be torn asunder by the crashing waves below.

Muqtadh left everything behind and rode south through the barrens and canyons to the desert of Tanaris and the mountains far to the south. He made his way to the ocean and across the rocks until he found a suitable estuary for his watery tomb.

His desperation at it's peak, Muqtadh climbed the cliffs toward his destiny. His life was purposless and a purposless death would be a fitting end.