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Oh, greetings rogue. Didn't see you there. Not that it matters but how long have you been listening?

Welcome, adventurer. It is a grand day of most importance to you -- A coming of age where you will take your place in our society and help maintain our traditions as we follow the path of the Goddess' will.

This humble hut? I chose this structure, the center of Har'mara's community, to be close to the roots of the mighty Teldrassil. From its very creation, that world tree, and its roots, have been through hardships of pain and trauma. Despite this, the roots are strong and willing to live on. I look outside and think on our people's hardships on our journey to Harandar. They left behind many blessings. Many of them perished on the way here. And then the madness. Yet we are still here, strong, as our traditions are strong, giving us our identity. As for Teldrassil, the roots will heal in time, as will the entire world.

To find your proper place among the Hara'ti is a great thing. Many look to me because I followed Orweyna into the outside world, but it was not as they think. Many returned with scars from our journey, but you only hear of adventure. But this is your day. You will add the start of your journey to the Den of Remembrance.

adventurer, today is when you find your proper place among the haranir. Root Tender Dalnir will guide you. His path is one of tradition and humility, so don't expect excitement. By the end of the day, you will make your mark in the Den of Remembrance. The story you begin now will build on those that came before, like the roots themselves, growing the foundations of Harandar. Dalnir was clearing invasive drifters from the roots. Before you go to him, aid Dalnir by removing some of the pests yourself.

I remember when I came of age in the tribe. Now I serve as Rootwarden for Amirdrassil. Today we will begin to find your place among the Hara'ti.

I do miss the adventures sometimes. This is our home, and our travels with Orweyna were harsh, but I encountered things we will never see in Harandar. But you? You are doing the right thing. Tradition must come first.

Great work! Now I should have time to fix whatever bug actually caused this in the first place. Maybe I can just say it's a feature and call it a day!

With the catapults gone the soldiers of Stromgarde should be able to gain the upper hand.

The siege is over. Arathi Highlands will hopefully return to a somewhat peaceful state now.

Some help! Hopefully you can find a way to interrupt this bot's abilities.

You've done fine work here, adventurer. Other areas of Azeroth could now use your aid. Where might you go next?

Fine work today. I know of a few places that could use your help.

The siege is at an end. We've got their leader cornered.

The head of the siege is still cowering within the former Horde encampment. He managed to hide from Jaina's spell behind several of his cohorts. You can have the honors to confront of him. Jaina and I will stay here to ensure any remnants of the siege do not return. End this.

We're not always so lucky that a plan such as this is ended so swiftly and without a surprise portal or two. That being said, more dangers lurk throughout Azeroth. I know you can be of help to some. Let us return to Hammerfall to see how they're recovering.

Hammerfall will recover in time and become stronger than it was before.

Well then! We should go meet the representative of the netherwing. Mordenaku is his name. Apparently, he is also a prince.

I am glad that the earthen found us when they did. But I fear that we may need more than their help if we wish to mount an offensive against the nerubians and Xal'atath.

Good work. And we've made progress as well. Perhaps now we can press forward.

Jaina yet lives? Thank the Sunwell! Though none of us will survive long if we do not contain the energies of the spires.

Queensguard Zirix emerged from the ground and surprised Magni. He's near the farthest edge of the wreckage fighting off his swarm. Moira and I were trying to help, but we couldn't draw them away. Come with me. Magni needs our help!

You may not be trespassers, but you are not our allies either, outlander. If you are to blame for the nerubians emerging, then you are responsible for the attack on Dornogal as well.

Dalaran housed many precious and powerful relics. Many of them were damaged in the crash and are now malfunctioning. They must be destroyed! Take this scroll. I have stored a shattering spell within it. Read the words aloud and its magic will be unleashed. Report what you have done to Jaina when you are through. She will understand.

It is good to know many survived. When this battle is over, we will recover the bodies of those who did not.

I dunnae need help, adventurer. <Magni winces in pain. He is clearly winded and injured.> Maybe... just a wee leg up on tae a gryphon or whatever these birds be...

The assault on the Dream grows ever stronger. We are in desperate need of trade goods and supplies to support the defense effort. Even just one crate could make the difference on the front line. Vashonir can assist you with packing the shipments. Then bring the shipment to me. Elune watch over you, defender of the Dream.

Please, I know how this looks, but we are on the same side! My siblings and I intended to defect from the Flame together. However, none of them have escaped or met up with me since I left, and it's been days! I fear the worst. Do you think I would be begging for aid, alone and unarmed, if I was not honest? Please, find them. They are all I have left.

O' course we get stranded here an' the first thing me da' goes an' does is get himself injured. Always got tae play the hero. I hope Dagran does nae get any ideas. But who am I kiddin'? Whisked away tae a far off place an' stranded? Meetin' a tall, dark dwarf when I get there? I can talk me way out o' this. Bring it on, Khaz Algar.

Xal'atath must be stopped. Let us hope that these earthen do not hinder us.

Death... and destruction. Everywhere. At every turn, I lose more friends. More family. Khadgar. Alleria... Will it end with Xal'atath? When will it end?

I've got all me books an' scrolls but... Look at all we've lost. All the knowledge stored in Dalaran. All o' the people... I hope these earthen find more survivors. An' I hope that granda' bein' a "thraegar" can help us be friends with them. Maybe they'll have a library too. Wouldn't that be grand?

Destroying more of Dalaran seems unconscionable. But you and Aethas did the right thing. They were unstable, and we could not risk their power being used against us.

The elves have refused me. I shouldn't be so surprised. I rely on you now more than ever, my hash'ura.

Whatever's wrong with her, whatever those creatures did, I need her healed! Will you help?

The ruins across this island are ancient, built by the Amani long ago. If we discover how they came to be here, we may learn the truth of Ula'tek. Then we can show Zul'jan what he is really chasing. I have an idea of where to look for that crypt. Let us go together, adventurer.

Mmm... you look troubled. Headaches? Curses? Or just bad decisions? I treat all three, sometimes the same way.

A group of my people went over to Mlurkkr Mire and have not returned. Dey were looking into an incursion of de Children of Ula'tek in de region. There are also troubling reports of de local murlocs actin' more violent than usual, and de priest Wa'kani said she detected a strong dark energy she wanted to check out. Their leader, Zawadi, was due to report back an hour ago. Will you go find dem and lend aid if needed?

I know de justice of Zul'Aman and how we deal with traitors. If he weren't my brother, I would take his head and paint my face with his blood for all he's done. But he is my brother. And I'm de hash'ey. Anyone who wants Jan gotta come through me first. Damn it, Jan... I know why he's doin' it. I just... <Zul'jarra winces and rubs the gash where Zul'jan cut her.> I'm de one who can knock some sense into him. I know there's a way.

Eonar wept bitter tears that rained down upon the resulting crater. But as she peered down upon the sundered earth, the titan realized a truth she did not share with the Highfather. Though he had destroyed the tree, its winding roots still held firm beneath the soil, hidden from Aman'Thul's gaze.

As the forces of the titans waged war against the Black Empire, Eonar bid her keeper, Freya, to watch over the crater and nurture the life that blossomed there. Below ground, the roots fed upon the tears of Eonar and grew strong. The war was long, but in the end, the titans claimed victory. And Eonar was pleased, knowing Elune's legacy would endure.

Long before the first dragons drew breath, Azeroth was conquered by writhing horrors that plummeted from the skies and infested our world. The Old Gods. How long the reign of their Black Empire lasted, we cannot know. Surely it must have been a time of unimaginable suffering. But at long last, there came hope.

As we gather to defend Amirdrassil, we cannot help but recall the tragic fates of world trees past. Those lost to sacrifice. To corruption. To flame. Yet there is an ancient tale--some claim it merely a legend--that tells of an earlier world tree that also met a sorrowful fate. Though it lived only a short time, its legacy endures.

The brave titan Aggramar discovered Azeroth, shining like a beacon in the Great Dark. As he gazed upon the beauty and power of its slumbering soul, he realized it was imperiled. He told the other members of the Pantheon how the world they sought had been corrupted by the Old Gods. The titans gathered to eradicate this dark influence.

Seeking to bring hope and healing, our patron titan, Eonar, carried a gift given to her by Elune--a branch of G'Hanir, the mother world tree. The titan believed that the influence of Life would drive the darkness away. So she reached down her hand and shaped the soil of Azeroth, planting the branch where it could be fed by river and sky.

Never have the haranir's visions caused so much pain... But knowledge in the wrong hands can be used for good or for ill.

It is said that much later, as the world entered a new age, mysterious guardians arrived who dedicated their lives to protecting the roots. But that is a tale for another time. Now let us stand with our allies to defend Amirdrassil, crown of harmony. Together, we will preserve this symbol of hope. This symbol of the future.

The branch swiftly grew into a tree, its roots extending deep, deep below the surface. Eonar smiled, for everywhere the roots stretched, new life emerged. She called the tree Elun'Ahir, in honor of her great love. When Aman'Thul saw what Eonar had done, he chided her. "This is not Order!" he bellowed. "You have infected this world with uncontrolled chaos!" The Highfather took hold of the world tree's trunk and tore it from the earth.

Do take some time to stop and smell all that blooms throughout the Dream. It will enrich your life.