Decor is everywhere. It's always been here. You just didn't have a place to store it until now, I imagine. Fantastic pieces can be sourced from across your adventures, past, present, and future. In addition, if you or a friend are skilled in a profession, there are likely pieces waiting to be made. I would also suggest checking with groups you have aided in the past. If you are highly regarded in their eyes, they may have pieces with which they are willing to part.

Consider my generosity a celebration of your involvement with the community. I think you deserve a little recognition as you explore, visit with neighbors, and improve upon your personal home as well as the neighborhood's collective well-being. However, if your concern is for my personal property, worry not. Over thousands of years, I have amassed quite the collection. I would say that it is only gathering dust, if dust could gather in the Void. It pleases me greatly to see these pieces in the hands of those who would use them.

The item inside is a recent acquisition. Unfortunately, it has been corrupted by the conflict that claimed the life of its previous owner. I cannot in good conscience part with it in its current state. However, if you have the time and inclination, you might help cleanse the object. I've devised a method by which one can effectively enter a space formed by the essence of the object. And once inside, the corruption could be cleansed directly.

Put simply, we can fold your essence within that of the object. Temporarily, of course. Once connected, your mind will fabricate a landscape, allowing you to process the corruption in a way that should feel familiar. I cannot say what forms the corruption may take. But it will almost certainly attempt to repel you. If you choose to enter, do be careful.

None of us had much chance to exchange names or pleasantries, did we? Hieron lost his life at Obscurion Citadel. His sacrifice saved lives, mine and Maella's included. Arator sent you to find him, and you returned only with his journal. If I had to pick a word to describe Hieron, I'd call him reliable. He was always looking after others. Especially Astre. They loved each other.

Please be quick--I have a lot to do.

Can I help ye, adventurer?

Bal'a dash, malanore adventurer. Welcome to Silvermoon.

As more and more of my people embraced a civilian approach to life, I will admit I... struggled to fully grasp it. It is not easy for a soldier to simply lay down their arms and just live. And yet in this place, I see many heroes embracing just that--life! A fascinating albeit foreign idea, even if it is not one I fully comprehend. Perhaps I should encourage the rest of the Obsidian Warders to see that there is more to our people than just the life of a soldier. If they see their Scalecommander enjoying a brief moment of respite, perhaps others will follow.

The containment shield hums.

You looking for some kafa, friend? Cousin Shortkaf have the biggest kafa, just for you! And your friends. And their friends. Kafa for everyone!

Riftblade Maella offers a slight curl of her lip. Because I appreciate your dedication to the mission, I'm inclined to offer you full transparency. In order to navigate the... delicate nature of Silvermoon's courts, Magister Umbric cannot officially sanction our mission--not without upsetting the tension that has only just settled. That said, if he were aware of my plans, he'd no doubt understand the urgency of our operation. He would also understand that the Voidstorm's energies alone would not be enough to open a rift to the world our enemies lurk on. As it so happens, Umbric is conveniently in possession of an artifact that can, in fact, do just that.

The Illidari know this frozen hell better than most. The Legion referred to it as "Val" and used its freezing temperatures to interrogate prisoners. A cold, dead wasteland seems like the perfect place for a domanaar to hole up in. Maella shifts a not-so-subtle glance of her eyes toward Decimus.

Is it time? Did Riftblade Maella send you? I could use your assistance before we set off! I have been modifying our Lightveil technology using a simple cloaking spell and that tether. Combined, I believe I can shroud our entire base camp when we touch ground. But first I need an invisible test subject to test the distance limits on the tether. Care to help?

Baraat clangs his fist against his chest in salute. I am. We may not have the numbers or the ordnance Tala'saan had hoped for, but Captain Fareeya has given us clearance to join Maella's mission. It will be good to hunt down these void and ethereal forces after this long.

Achal hecta, adventurer. It is good to finally put the name to a face. I have heard much about your involvement in these attacks. I look forward to seeing how you fare in the field.

I am Tala'saan, Commander of the Lightveil in the Army of the Light. At her request, I agreed to join Riftblade Maella's mission in pursuit of these void forces and the Hal'hadar. We have a complicated history with these enemies, but we are well-suited for travelling into realms unknown. Those you see gathered here are among the finest to serve in the Lightveil unit.

Tala'saan's expression tightens. Many of my brothers and sisters were... lost to the screaming vortex of the Voidspire. Many more sustained injuries that are more than just physical. I know what befell many of those within the spire, adventurer. You saw it too, didn't you? Rage... confusion... desperation. We lost many good souls in this war. I could not ask Fareeya to spare any more than she could.

Belath silently gestures to the massive fortress ahead.

Archmage Y'mera seems intensely focused on the spell she is casting. Perhaps now isn't the best time to interrupt her.

I had nearly forgotten how beautiful the Omnium was. There is something nostalgic about it. The glow of its basin, the shimmer of the Magicules. A relic from an age long past. It's strange to think how silent and eerie it had been for the last few decades. But even now, after all the trouble we went through to reawaken it, I am left with more questions about it... Perhaps, in time, we can answer these questions and many more.

Much has happened to Quel'Thalas since the Sunstrider Omnium first went dormant. Part of me wonders what path we might've followed had we been able to access the countless generations of Magister's knowledge. What might have been different... Alas, it is no time to reminisce. The Omnium has returned and we will not take it for granted. After all, understanding and mastering the magic of this world is the very reason Dath'Remar created this relic.

This domanaar is very dangerous, adventurer. He seems to be trying to overwhelm us with dark creatures and monstrous beasts.

A floating missive hangs before you, written in a flowing magical script. At first, it appears to be nonsense. As you approach the parchment, the words shift and change.

I know this place all too well, unfortunately. Of all the accursed Legion worlds our enemies could've chosen, they opted for the insufferable hell-frozen world of Val. Nothing but ice-covered valleys and billowing storms. Even the Legion loathed this place. The good news is that unless our reinforcements bring fel braziers to combat the cold, this weather will kill us long before the domanaar do.

The archives in Antorus revealed the Legion's presence here on Val was scarce. I can't imagine why. Much of this world is protected by enormous hailstorms, capable of tearing through the hulls of Legion ships. At least two invasion vessels were lost in their attempts to claim this world. They eventually established a few strongholds, though they were nothing more than remote outposts. Apparently, those stationed to Val's outposts were usually sent here as punishment for continuous failures.

Big problem! Huge problem! World ending problem! Need mighty heroes!

Rootways are for trees and haranir. No, we just rrr... Travel. Hard to explain. Like growing, but different.

What a fascinating world! Do you think it's always been covered in ice and snow?

Pheta voros, adventurer. When Riftblade Maella requested support in her mission against these renegade void and ethereal forces, Y'mera and Baraat were the first to volunteer. Tala'saan knows much about the enemy. He will be taking point on the soldiers you see gathered here.

Fareeya shakes her head. The Commander here will be leading a small force to support the Riftblade's... discreet mission. We may be short on cleared-for-duty soldiers, but Maella's request will not go unanswered. Baraat and Y'mera will be accompanying Tala'saan. I believe their history with the Hal'hadar will go a long way. Dioniss aca, adventurer.

Thanks to Decimus's instruction in voidweaving, I've discovered that the Catalyst's powers are greater than we understood. With time and effort, we will be able to find new ways to put it to use. Oh, and don't mind my shade. It's not going to hurt anyone.

No one's ever stolen anything out of here. Not in the whole history of... the whole history!

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How can I help you, death knight?

It is my job to know. It will be good to fight alongside you on this mission.