Let's see here. Roy's Book Club, isn't it? I recognize this wrap technique. Well, if he says this is what people want to talk about, it's all fine by me. The material we receive back is always in as good of quality as we loaned it, so we know they're treating it with respect regardless of how provoking the words may be.

Lord Lothar rallied the remnants of Azeroth's armies after their defeat at Stormwind Keep, and then launched a massive exodus across the sea to the northern kingdom of Lordaeron. Convinced that the Horde would overcome all of humanity if left unchecked, the leaders of the seven human nations met and agreed to unite in what would become known as the Alliance of Lordaeron.

To maintain our link to the mainland, we have hippogryphs constantly flying between Rut'theran Village and Darkshore.

The skycutters and ferries haven't run in years at this point. For all we know, there are no other islands left for us to get imports from. Still though, I'm here... just in case.

Welcome to the Calmbreeze Inn, traveler. Would you like some refreshment?

Where would you like to fly to?

You touch the small white crystal and you can hear faint sounds on the wind. This is an audio recording of some sort. "The Rebellion in Eldre'Thalas, Part 1"

We are currently accepting donations for wool cloth. A donation of sixty pieces of wool cloth will net you full recognition by the Gnomeregan Exiles for your generous actions. Our stores are such on wool that we would only need sixty pieces from you total; we should be able to acquire enough from others in the realm to support our drive. If you have the sixty pieces of wool cloth on you and are ready to donate them, I'm able to take them from you now.

Well met!

Thank you very much for these. As elves we all have a deep connection to magic and these windstones are becoming more and more precious as the magic imbued into this island by the great anchor pylons continues to fade. Windstones aren't the only beneficial thing you can harvest from the land. Please, take one of these manuals.

The original hundred magi, who were tutored in the ways of magic by the elves, expanded their powers and studied the mystic disciplines of spell-weaving in much greater detail. These magi, initially chosen for their strong wills and noble spirits, had always practiced their magic with care and responsibility; however, they passed their secrets and powers onto a newer generation that had no concept of the rigors of war or the necessity for self-restraint.

The Council of Silvermoon, which ruled over the elves of Quel'Thalas, entered into a secret pact with the Magocrat lords of Dalaran. The elves told the Magocrats about the history of ancient Kalimdor and of the Burning Legion, a history which still threatened the world. They informed the humans that so long as they used magic, they would need to protect their citizenry from the malicious agents of the Legion.

The human society of Arathor grew and prospered, yet Thoradin, fearful that his kingdom would splinter apart if it overextended itself, maintained that Strom was the center of the Arathorian empire. After many peaceful years of growth and commerce, mighty Thoradin died of old age, leaving Arathor's younger generation free to expand the empire beyond the lands of Strom.

they would have life eternal, and have naught to fear from the Sundering that was to come...

Though the rebellion had been quelled, the Horde was unable to recoup the terrible losses it had suffered. Gul'dan's betrayal had afforded the Alliance not only hope, but also time to regroup and retaliate.

Mmm, I think you are going to like what I can cook up with these acorns!

As the empire grew and expanded into new lands, the young magicians also spread out into the southlands. Wielding their mystical powers, the magicians protected their brethren from the wild creatures of the land and made it possible for new city-states to be constructed in the wilderness. Yet, as their powers grew, the magicians became ever more conceited and isolated from the rest of society.

Where is it ye would like to go lad? For just a few coin my Gryphons can get ye there faster than even the swiftest horse.

Greetings.

What have you brought from the depths, mage.

The citizens of Dalaran tolerated the magicians' endeavors and built up a bustling economy under the protection of their magic-using defenders. Yet, as more and more magicians practiced their arts, the fabric of reality around Dalaran began to weaken and tear.

The second Arathorian city-state of Dalaran was founded in the lands north of Strom. Many fledgling wizards left the restraining confines of Strom behind and traveled to Dalaran, where they hoped to use their new powers with greater freedom. These magicians used their skills to build up the enchanted spires of Dalaran and reveled in the pursuit of their studies.

The roiling cloud of living lightning before you seems to crackle menacingly as you approach. It might be best to leave. Quickly.

You'll find no finer rat kabob this side of Khaz Modan!

<You touch the small white crystal and you can hear faint sounds on the wind. This is an audio recording of some sort.> "On The Windlord."

You might think that just because we live on a floating island, there would be no need for miners like me. After so many thousands of years however, we still manage to dig up a lot of interesting things. It's almost like there's some invisible force, constantly creating new mineral deposits every so often. That's magic for you though, right? Regardless, if you need training as a miner them I'm your shen'dorei.

What do you need directions to?

I hope that your interruption is for a good cause, I was in the middle of some important work.

Just browsing my wares or is there something specific I can help you find today?

Good day to you.

After you've become acquainted with the other leaders of the alliance, Lord Fordragon has requested that you report back to him here in the keep. I wish you good fortune in your journeys, Skyborne.

That turncoat risked everything to escape the cult and bring us this crystal...

Judging by this map, it certainly looks like these Dark Irons are planning some sort of incursion into the vaults beneath Ironforge. The band ye busted up to the east must be a scouting force. Thank ye for bringing me this. If we hurry, we might be able to beat them to whatever their goal is down there.

Do you feel it? Yes? Good! You have taken your first steps. You'll find that with your abilities, you will be able to tap into latent magical energy in many locations. Doing so will provide a myriad of benefits, some profound, others more subtle. You won't know until you tap into them, But that's the best part of the gift... making the unknown known. If we are to survive these dire times, we must be unwavering in our search for knowledge... and power.

Excellent work, adventurer. You'd make a fine ranger if this whole "adventurer" thing doesn't work out for you.

Welcome to SI:7 headquarters, adventurer.

Did you get the fishing supplies?

Oh what's this, then?

Where would you like to fly to?

It is not yet your time. I shall aid your journey back to the realm of the living... for a price.

What do ye need, citizen?

So ye see now, mage? Thick as cockroaches they are, and that's just the ones we can see from the sky. Ye look like a sturdy enough sort. How's about a bit o' violence?

Hi there. I'm Gubber Blump.

Greetings lad, if you're looking for the best deals you'll find outside of Ironforge itself, then you've come to the right place.

You have returned. What news comes from Stormwind?

...pan fried, deep fried, and stir fried...

Cirrusflies aren't to be underestimated. They might not seem dangerous, but you have to watch out for the bigger ones. The bigger they are, the meaner!

Eh? I don't have time ta chat, my da' wants me ta finish this order fer him.

Monty be me name an' rats be me game.

Hail friend - a moment of your time, if I may... We have endured much in our trials and tribulations in establishing Teldrassil. Were the constant strife of the times not enough, we now find ourselves in a dire shortage of cloth. If you have the materials to spare, I ask that you please donate them. You certainly would earn the gratitude of night elves everywhere in helping us out!