Thank you for scavenging these materials. I imagine that some of this wasn't terribly easy to get. With these parts I can get the construct up and running again. From there we can just hope that its memory is intact and it can tell us who took its components.

E borne hir ash nuff garde re ruff vassild lon thorniss, far E regen E majis barad ras aetwinter lo ruftos ergin.

Have you found what we need yet?

Riaani seems to be intently focused on his work on the wind construct.

Nostyec Regenthor, mod. E wirsh ador eynes re an tiras an lo vil va novaedi E gol melka ras re y bor rothas aelgestron.

The Brazier of Eternal Flame awaits your offering.

Hmm, what an odd question? Not much, I suppose. My mother used to use it as a powder for babies to prevent diaper rash, but past that, I don't know of any other good use for it. Why do you ask?

"On the eve of the planned summoning ritual, the Shal'nan and his forces struck. Seeing this as their final opportunity to thwart Prince Tortheldrin's reckless plan, they made a daring raid on the Prince's sanctum, intent on stopping the ritual. Just as the Shal'nan and the rebels feared, the poorly considered spell spiraled out of control and threatened to destroy the entire city center. As the battle raged, wild magics tore through the streets, opening portals to the Nether itself and manifesting malevolent arcane monstrosities that preyed mercilessly upon the defenseless citizens of Eldre'Thalas."

Thank you for your help. Make sure you let my husband know that the farm is safe.

The spirits of the wind may have left us, but the power of the elements is not entirely out of reach for those with the patience to seek them out. If you are initiated in the ways of the shaman, I can help you grasp them.

Greetings, friend! I have an ample supply of leather and hides, and I know a few techniques I might be willing to share. Interested in doing business?

A letter from Aonda. What's that crafty highlander been up to?

Shadowgale Forest is a dangerous place. Some even say its haunted. I'm quite sure that I don't believe that, but I do know that its not for the faint hearted, or the unprepared.

Valennia's expression darkens as she reads the letter. Aonda trusted you to deliver this and she speaks highly enough of you in this letter, so I'll try to trust you too. Before we speak further, I need to consult with the few peacekeepers we have left here and formulate a plan in case the cult strikes here next. Enjoy your stay in Valanaar for now. If you are looking to keep yourself busy, there are plenty of townsfolk that can likely use the help of a strong young adventurer like yourself.

Oh, hello. Ayessa sent you to assist me? Very well then. Not sure what an obvious novice like yourself can do, but if you give me a moment to pull my head out of this construct's innards I might have a few ideas of things you can do to help.

It is done. The Eternal Flame burns once again. Your trial is now complete. I am pleased to present you with your Fire Totem. Use this icon of power well in your travels, adventurer. Just remember, the power of the elemental plane serves those that respect it, and consumes those who do not. This is our way.

You have done well to come this far. You do the Windshapers honor, adventurer.

The heart of a betrayer is a powerful reagent. The flames will eagerly accept such an offering and burn more intensely as it is consumed.

"In the immediate aftermath of the battle, Tortheldrin's forces were scattered and disorganized. Most were occupied with securing the city once more, and this distraction allowed the remaining rebels to escape and regroup. With nowhere else to go, the Shal'nan marched what was left of his exhausted forces west, toward the coast."

The paramount concern of the Windshapers is to better understand why the spirits left us, and what we may be able to do to bring them back. One curious fixture of Shadowgale Forest to the north is the presence of a curious form of wind sprite that some call "hollows". We know little of them and why they are there, but we do know that they first started to appear after the spirits of the wind left us. I need you to go there and disperse them. Gather the remains and bring them back here.

The Windshapers do not forget, and blood is always paid with blood. It pleases me that you were able to deliver this final, painful reminder of our creed to this traitor. This heart will not be all that feeds the flames today, however. There is one other task that needs to be done.

Riaani's face is buried under the heaving armor plates of the construct, attempting to work on the mechanisms underneath. He does not notice your presence at all. Storms curse where is the core?! Who thought it would be a good idea to remove the Gyrozephyr as well? It's a miracle this construct's winds haven't dissipated entirely by now!

Handling these essences fills me with a sense of... deep disquiet. I can almost feel a malevolent, regretful aura emanating from them. It's enough to make me faint. Endaria shudders slightly. I do not look forward to studying these further.

"When the beleaguered rebel army arrived at the port city of Eldre'narr, the magisters in control of the city had already heard of Tortheldrin's mighty rage--and of his standing order to kill any rebel found on sight. In an act of miraculous mercy, the magisters made no move to hinder the rebels' progress, allowing them to commandeer a number of ships without resistance. The Shal'nan understood that this act of mercy would likely expose many in Eldre'narr to Tortheldrin's wrath. Even so, he accepted this unexpected gift with grace and, with a heavy heart, sailed his people west into the unknown."

The spirit of Kuramaa is eternal, and it will manifest again when it is needed. Its mask is a source of great power, and will prove invaluable to the ritual we must complete.

"In the end, the worst of the destruction was narrowly avoided due to the rebels' intervention, but the price was steep. The battle claimed many lives on all sides, but the rebels suffered the greatest losses. The Shal'nan himself was the only one to survive the final confrontation within Tortheldrin's sanctum. Those closest to the Shal'nan have widely documented that whatever injury he suffered in that last battle left him forever changed. In the centuries since those dark days, the Shal'nan has never spoken of what occurred, and he becomes withdrawn and wistful when asked."

You! traveler! Come here. snort Time is short, and my end snort is near. Mangletooth shall win; you will see. snort My capture can still aid snort my people. The Razormane tribe is more powerful than the Bristlebacks! The Horde looks to find out who leads the raids on their people. You snort shall aid Mangletooth in return for the information only I know. Mangletooth can help you! snort But you must help Mangletooth.

Listen closely to what you are told and do not quickly trust, or distrust. For even friends serve their own ends, hero. Our great Warchief knows this, and to prove that there are warlocks within the Horde who do not wish to destroy it from within or gain control over it, I have volunteered to aid our young leader in anyway I can.

We have our duties, hero. Duties to the Horde.

I came to the Crossroads from the south seeking help, hero, but I find only cowards who turn their backs on me--even the mighty Thork insults me so. He is a good leader, but his dismissal of my plea causes me greater anger. He claims my rage makes me hasty--that it clouds my judgement--but I will not rest until I have vengeance!

Welcome to the Crossroads, hero. My name is Thork--I lead the defenses here in the name of the Warchief. Please, feel free to make yourself at home. As long as you mind your business, no one should have any problem with you taking up some space. There are many threats to our safety here. If you've already become familiar with the lay of the land, speak to the others here--perhaps they have tasks for you to do.

The times we live in are as fickle as the shifting winds, hero. It is important to remember what is true and lasting in this world, and to preserve that. Everything else is a waste.

Hello, hero.

No other race on Azeroth has suffered as much as our people, hero. To laugh in the face of death has become second nature for all of us.

Be careful, hero. There are cultists nearby.

Hmm, I see. Very well then, hero. The High Order will assist the Peacekeepers. Please inform Valennia that she can count on us for this fight. Elaadrin lowers his voice dangerously. Do not mistake our willing cooperation for any sort of clemency. You owe the High Order blood, and we always collect on our debts.

Can Zamja help you, traveler?

Finally, you are of age, adventurer... of age to battle in the name of the Horde. To conquer for the glory of the Warchief. Yes... Kaltunk looks you over. You will do nicely. No doubt you wish to find a great dragon or demon and strangle it with your bare hands, but perhaps it would be wise to start on something less... dangerous. Kaltunk laughs. Report to Gornek, he should be able to assign a task better suited to a young hero. You will find Gornek in the Den, to the west.

Lok-tar, hero. I am Thrall, Warchief of the Horde. An Earthen Ring messenger told me to expect members of the Windshapers, and here you are. I'd not have expected to see a high elf standing before me here in Orgrimmar, but the horde will welcome you as our guest all the same. You have my blessing to travel through horde lands. Go with honor, Windshaper.

In my previous life, I lived nearby here. I still wander the fields of my childhood farmstead occasionally. It fills me with sadness to see those I knew and loved, shambling around as mindless thralls. It pains me, but it's that very pain that gives me strength and purpose.

Hmm, I see. Very well then, hero. The Windshapers will provide aid. Please inform Valennia that she can count on us for this fight.

Where can I send you today hero?

Thank you for your service to Zephras, young hero. The vuldren are typically quite docile, but the animals that call Zephras home can sense when the magic on the winds is out of balance, which can lead to dangerous and unpredictable behavior if left unchecked.

Thank you for taking a moment to share this with me. I will continue to watch over the grove, and ponder on the state of our homeland.

Extra firewood? That is always welcome. It will keep these old bones warm through the cold nights of the Glades. I have a sling for collecting wood myself, so you might as well hang onto that basket.

Take it, then. It seems Zygand is too busy for the agonizing trip here to retrieve it himself.

Nazgrel grunts as he sizes you up. High Elves, here in Orgrimmar. I'd never bet on such a thing happening in my lifetime, but at this point nothing is surprising to me. Yes, the Warchief instructed me to draft up instructions for you. Take this letter and follow the instructions within. Conduct yourself with honor and show due deference when you meet with our leaders, elf. Once you've finished your journey, return to the Warchief.

What are you looking for?

I'm pleased to hear that we have High Elder Shadowsong's blessing for our expedition. Now that the cult has been defeated and preparations have been made, I think it's finally time. Muln has worked diligently to help us get stable skycutter transport going between Zephras Isle and a place called Mulgore, where the Earthen Ring make their home. We've been doing test voyages and some of our people are already waiting on the other side.

So now you see? There is a world of knowledge and untapped potential outside of Skywall. This will never stop being our home, but I've come to believe that the path to our salvation lies below. We must travel to Azeroth and gain the power and means to save Zephras Isle. This is the way. Will you have the courage to join us when the time comes?