Ah, this is excellent. Like as not, Perrine was ignorant to the true power of the musty book he had stolen from us. It will not fall out of our hands again. Observe, adventurer, the structure of the spell, the manner in which your power must be channeled.

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

You have done well, adventurer. Now, I will impart to you the spell used for summoning the voidwalker. The power that it unleashed upon you is now yours to command. Use it wisely.

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

I expect to hear of your success, adventurer. Not meeting my expectations will be the least of your worries, however, should you fail.

These stones are infused with magical energy, but purposefully flawed. They are very unstable and once removed from the table they will consume themselves quickly.

Checked in with Illaya then? Great. Lots of tension between the High Order and the Windshapers these days, but they keep things civil here in Shen'dar. Everyone here is well aware that we've got bigger problems than their quibbles. Now that that's done, you look like someone who might be looking for something to do with their hands and I've got a bandit problem that I was hoping you could help me with.

Akeri eyes you suspiciously.

Here is the antidote, adventurer. Take it to Rhinag as soon as you can, and be cautious.

Remember, no matter what creature you hunt, you would do well to study it and understand its behavior. That knowledge could save your life.

Venomtails are some of the deadliest scorpids in Durotar. It was unwise for Rhinag to hunt them without having some of the antidote with him, but right now, chastising is the last thing he needs. Bring me a few venomtail poison sacs from any of the venomtails near the entrance of Orgrimmar and I'll make an antidote for him. Make haste, adventurer. One of our own needs your help.

Do you have a report of your patrol?

Shadowgale Forest! It's haunted! Haunted as the sky is blue! Terrible forest spirits, terror birds with talons as big as yer arm! It's... a nightmare! Swimmers turns to Donaal and belches loudly. IT'S NOT CRAZY TALK, DONAAL!

Slay your enemies and swoon your paramours with this one weird trick. If you follow the path of the rogue, I can teach you... for a cost, of course.

The skyborne before you sways unsteadily, clearly very inebriated. I used to be a sailor you know? Before the trouble started. The skycutters used to run between the islands. Now its unsafe or some such, or so they say. I see the High Order and the Windshapers have their skycutters running again, but I'm stuck here, grounded! What aren't we being told! He turns and yells loudly at the innkeeper. WHAT AREN'T WE BEING TOLD, DONAAL!?

Good stuff, that stormstout, huh? I have another recipe that I learned from Chen. Would you be interested? It won't take long to make, and it might be useful if you plan on adventuring some more. Bring me 5 lightning glands from any stormhide, 1 thunderhawk saliva gland from greater thunderhawks, and a kodo liver from any of the Barrens' kodos. Like I said, this stuff has kick; it's the trogg brew that I mentioned to you before.

Valennia winces in pain as she shifts to look at you. Don't look at me like that. I'll be fine. Despite the best efforts of the High Elder's fretful healers, I'll be up and ready to fight again in no time. Now be gone with you... don't let this old soldier hold you up. The winds will bring you good fortune on your journey, I know it.

Most glorious indeed! Junior Apothecary Holland inspects the weeds. Hmm, I had hoped they would have matured a bit more violently. Nevertheless, progress is progress! A great many will die as a result of your actions this day. You should be proud.

Have you gathered the skin I inquired about? Our stocks are running low. It may seem odd to ask for murloc skin but it works well for internal membranes, or surfaces like cheeks or mouths. Similarly, the duskbat wing membranes are especially suited for more delicate areas, like faces or fingers. It prevents the skin from being too... thick.

Of course. Migi's parents and I have an arrangement to give Migi a bagged lunch every day, but I can only ensure the boy gets his food if he actually comes in to pick it up. Sometimes, he doesn't pick up his meal multiple times a week, and I wonder where he gets the energy to stay out and play.

The spinning column of wind before you seems to hum with contentment. It clearly cannot speak, but you have a clear sense of the sensations it feels. It seems... happy to provide you with the blessing of the winds.

It's my job to get the Paladins of Bandarion Keep set up with proper arms and armor. It's not much, but it's honest work. I've got a thing or two for sale as well, should you need gear.

How can I share my secrets with a beginner? Try speaking with Victor Ward first.

Your spirit burns brighter than any torch I've ever seen, adventurer, and for that, you should be proud. If you continue down this path, the elements will be yours to command, and our brethren will look to you for guidance and wisdom. Let me be the first to congratulate you and present to you your newest totem.

This banner and blade piece belong to the naga! They must have come down the coast from the north. We cannot let them establish a foothold here. The pressure from both directions would be too much for Razor Hill.

The brazier stands about a third your height, and looks normal, save for the inscriptions along its smooth metal rails. The metal shows no signs of wear from the weather, and the bowl seated at the top of it feels cool to the touch.

This type of cattail and speargrass is unique to Orgrimmar. Drinking from Azshara mountain spring water, and nourished by the sweat and blood soaked mineral dust of our rocky land, these herbs contain potent powers locked within. I'll give these to Yelmak, who may be able to win back Whuut's ear with a hands-on lesson.

Hopefully that sends them packing back to the north. I'll have some grunts keep an eye out for any stragglers or funny business.

Alas, I have prattled on long enough. Seek out my apprentice Ayessa Dawnsinger in the port of Valanaar if you find yourself out that way. She still hears the song--if only faintly. I am old and much of my power has left me. Ayessa represents the future of our people and the path we must now walk to survive. It's up to her and young skyborne such as yourself to carry the hopes for our people forward.

The Cult? They are zealots and killers. They believe that we are being punished for some unspecific sin. The reality is that those that lead them are opportunists leftover from a dubious order of so-called "Priests" of Al'Akir, the Windlord. They now find themselves in a position to weaponize the fear of our people to consolidate their own power... and they have been quick to do so.

In all of our years dealing with the wind spirits, at no point did they speak of the Windlord as a figure of reverence. They acknowledged the existence of a being named Al'Akir, but they avoided invoking his name, almost as if they feared him. Even if this Al'Akir is an all-powerful "Windlord" or ruler of the wind elementals, my centuries of communion with the spirits has convinced me that at the very least he is not universally loved amongst the denizens of Skywall. I fear that attempting to treat with Al'Akir could merely hasten our doom.

Hopefully those snake scum aren't giving you trouble?

You must remember that while this realm has been our home for millennia, we will always be somewhat alien to this place. We are not in the terrestrial world that birthed our people. We are in the realm of Skywall, a part of the elemental plane. We arrived here as the guests of spirits with whom we found common cause in ages past. Now that we Shen'dorei find ourselves bereft of their presence--and potentially--their protection, there's no telling how the other denizens of this plane may perceive us.

Where to begin? Our home is failing. The wards have fallen and the three provinces have begun to drift apart. There was a time not long ago when the spires of Shen'dramar were visible from the western watchtower. No longer. The anchor pylons are weakening, and if the chains finally break...

Zephras is in a state of decline, unfortunately. The elemental wind spirits that brought us here to Skywall so many thousands of years ago have vanished, causing us to lose much of the magic on which we've depended for millennia. The island itself is also dangerously unstable, and we've even lost contact with the other island provinces of the shen'dorei. The few Windshapers that still possess the gift of skysight have attempted to contact our brothers and sisters on the other islands, but we have had no response. Many among us are worried that the shen'dorei here on Zephras are all that is left of our people.

The shen'dorei will always owe the spirits a debt for their aid, and the Windshapers have sworn an oath to repay that debt and restore things to the way they were before. Unfortunately, we are dangerously blind to what is happening around us within Skywall without the spirits to guide us. The High Order are shortsighted and arrogant, just like their Highborne ancestors. They seek to master and control the magic of this place. This is very path that led us to flee from Kalimdor and reside here in the first place. I fear that much like our forebears their confidence has vastly outpaced their competence and the end result could be disastrous.

Why is this happening? Put simply, the spirits of the wind just... vanished. They were there one day, and they were gone the next. I can't quite describe the feeling that we windshapers felt when it happened. It was as if a great silence fell over all of us and then... a profound absence. The petty wraiths you've likely encountered out there are just shades of the glory of the true spirits of wind. Non-sentient, aimless, and a far cry from the kindly spirits we lived in harmony alongside for thousands of years.

Ha! I could hear his body fall from here! Be proud of your kill today, not many can claim they survived a fight with a sea giant.

The spirits have guided you to me. How may I be of service?

We discover formulations and recipes by showing old ingredients to new generations, who experiment with it in their own way.

Hmmm, Swart sent you to me, did he? Well then, Swart could always be trusted, so that must mean you're ready to take part of the next sapta--the sapta of fire. I see it in your eyes already, the burning, the desire. You've tasted power, and now you're ready for more of it. Patience, adventurer. Remember what earth taught you. Power and destruction will come easily, but you must still know when to stay your hand.

Your power is little now, though I suspect already you sense the possibilities. Even the dead might feel alive, with that power coursing through us.

Egalin was the teacher that taught me. With hardly a look, he was able to command the voidwalker he had summoned. When it came my turn to try, I was overconfident. Do not trifle with the powers that you wield, adventurer, they can consume even the vigilant.

Many disagree on this point. I believe that simple communication is the key. The songs of the wind rang so clearly to us when the spirits where still here. Since they left, its grown quiet and our power as windshapers has weakened. However, there are those of us who can still hear something. A hushed tone. Fragments of a melody. Those that can still hear and see into the elemental planes must grow in strength. I believe that is the key to our salvation.

Though you are still untested and young in your learning, you have proven that you possess sufficient ability to master the summoning and binding of an imp. Do not be deceived by an imp's size. Though it lacks physical strength, it possesses powers and a cleverness that will serve you well. Attend me carefully, adventurer, for I will not repeat this lesson, and I will leave its mastery to you.

May fire burn within your heart, adventurer. The elements await you.

A white hot flame ignites within the bowl as you place the ember within. You can feel the magical effects of the sapta coursing through your body and the fire dances rhythmically before you. You place the top of the torch within the basin, and it immediately catches on fire.

Jim'bek locks eyes with you as he takes a deep puff from his hookah. 'Ello, mon. Need a rug? A blanket? Or just some cloth for your next project? I got you.

Come in, come in. Just don't sit too close to the stove. It hasn't exploded yet today, but just to be safe I think you should sit elsewhere.

These will do nicely, adventurer. Fire is more than chaos and destruction--do well to remember that. It is also about life, and creation. All things are tied together in such a way. Forces oppose one another, but at the same time, one cannot exist without the other. Both extinguish one another, but also give one another meaning. Always remember this. Using different types of magic in conjunction with one another will show not only true skill, but great wisdom.