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. Day by day the wind pylons that anchor our home to this plane weaken...

With this, you'll be able to set up a camp anywhere out in the wilderness. What you've learned is just the basics, so you won't be able to place too many furnishings around it. Raise your cooking skill and you might just be able to learn to make even bigger fires. You can also learn the basics of furnishing your campsites from other tradeskill trainers if you're savvy in their skills.

Hello there, young hero. I am Rathiril Sunlance and I am an elder Magister of the High Order here on Zephras Isle. It's always good to see bright-eyed young shen'dorei, ready to do their duty in service to their homeland. Don't let this dusty old mage hold you up however, no doubt you've got many adventures to see to. Feel free to stop by later if you'd like to speak more.

The ursera have grown far more aggressive of late. I wonder what has changed to cause this shift in behavior?

Yes, I can tell this will do nicely, let me just work with it for a moment... Takar is a resourceful fellow to have around, isn't he? If only I could persuade him to move back to civilization.

It was all I could do to stop myself from going over and joining you from my position here. I can only hope that these louts got the message and clear out of here soon. Thank you, hero. You have the gratitude of the Rangers of Thendal Grove.

Zephras is in great danger. The elemental wind spirits that brought us here to Skywall so many thousands of years ago have abandoned us, leaving us vulnerable in this unstable realm. Our once-robust society spanned multiple island sanctuaries in our corner of Skywall, but now we are not even sure if any other shen'dorei remain outside of this small island. Things are dire, but the High Order is committed to rising to this challenge.

A good campfire is the foundation to any good camp.

These sneakthieves have likely been breaking into our supplies for months. I tried to convince Aonda to put a raid together to clear out that bandit cave for good, but she didn't want to pull the few peacekeepers we have away from the village. With the cultists at Falaath Village to the south growing in numbers, I suppose I can't fault her for that.

It pains me to shed shen'dorei blood here in the grove, but we do what we must.

Have you found anything? I'm not holding out much hope.

What I ask of you is not easy, but you must be prepared for much greater challenges if you are to survive long enough to be of service to Zephras Isle.

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, the elemental plane of air. We arrived here as the guests of spirits with whom we found kinship 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.

Old Borgy sent you? Always looking out for me. We could certainly use another set of hands around here. Business has all but stopped with the recent tragedy, and I think you could help set things right.

Checked in with Rathiril then? Great. Lots of tension between the High Order and the Windshapers these days, but they keep things civil here in Shen'dar. Well, at least in the village anyway. What happens out in the wilds stays in the wilds. Now that that's done, you look like someone who might be looking for something to do with their hands. I've got a few things that need doing, if you are game for a bit of work?

Well done, well done, adventurer. I see we've done right in deciding to train you. Your performance certainly does not disappoint. I've no qualms in showing you the way to control your newly bound succubus. Observe carefully.

Sometimes I wonder if Surena was not a succubus in disguise, sent to warp and twist my mind... Ha! I give her too much credit, I think.

My gift is simple, and mundane. I cannot peer between worlds such as those with the skysight, nor can I draw upon the magic of the ley lines beneath Zephras like others can. But a gift it remains and I am grateful to have it. Appreciation of what you have is the key to happiness. Yearning for what you may have, or what you have lost, only leads to despair.

The cult hit us by surprise. Raani never saw it coming and Arvensus took a sword to the gut. For my part, I took a lightning bolt to the chest and blacked out. They never bothered to finish me off... I guess they assumed my wounds would do me in. When its all said and done, I suspect they might.

Very well done. You've felled beasts and laid low cultist interlopers. You have shown great promise but your path must soon take you beyond the relative safety of Thendal Village.

Aetheen sent you, then? I'll confess, you don't look like much to me, but Shen'dar Village won't turn down willing aid, much less aid sent from Elder Aetheen herself.

With the bandits dispersed, that is one less problem for us to deal with. Though I confess that now I worry that any bandits who survived may turn next to the cult for protection, further bolstering their increasingly alarming numbers. Still though, we'll take the victories where we can get them.

Even the Windshapers would tell you that the spirits never spoke highly of any supreme being amongst them. 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, relying upon elementals is what got us into this mess. We must now see ourselves out of it.

Alas, I have prattled on long enough. Should you find yourself in the port of Valanaar, seek out Elaadrin Evengale. Elaadrin was once my student, but now he serves as the Chief Magister of the High Order. He is headstrong and capable, and it's now up to him and young Skyborne such as yourself to carry the hopes for our people forward.

Memories of Valor A Recount of the Valor Family and Their Service to Raven Hill There was no greater family in all of the Eastern Kingdoms than the Valor family. Their deeds to the people they swore to protect were nothing short of miracles, and their loss is a loss for all of Raven Hill. I write this account to set the record straight, detailing the marvels that were Grant, Ira, Silvia, and Merrick. May these writings be a small consolation for how sorry I am for their absence.

The High Order's mission is vital to the survival of our people. We hold our elemental benefactors in the utmost regard, but we must face reality; they are gone now, and we are on our own. Between threats from within such as the Al'Aketh, and uncertainties of our security on this plane, it is our destiny as Highborne descendants of our ancestral home of Eldre'Thalas to use our gifts to ensure that the shen'dorei can stand on our own once again.

The Al'Aketh cult claims that Al'Akir the "Windlord" will save us from our current woes here on Zephras. If Al'Akir is real and really is the ruler of Skywall, why did the wind spirits refuse to speak of him for so long? Either he isn't real, or even worse, he's real and he's not as benevolent as the cult claims him to be. Either way, nothing about what the cult is doing is good for us normal folk.

Does your heart beat in rhythm with the winds?

So now that we've learned the basics, why don't you go and learn a tradeskill from the trainers in the village nearby. They will also teach you how to create a camp fixture suitable to your new profession.

The Hippogryph is a noble beast, proud and swift. They are an honor to train, and can quickly take their rider a great distance.

Ho there, traveler! New to town? Well, once you get settled in come see me if you'd like some work. I've been working overtime preparing for the Festival of Winds and I'll take all the help I can get keeping the larders full!

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.

The Windlord's blessings flow through me!

Well done, hero. The Rangers of the Grove are in your debt.

You have returned. What news comes from Stormwind?

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

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

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

Monty be me name an' rats be me game.

Ultimately, Sylvanas and her rebel undead (known as the Forsaken) claimed the ruined capital city of Lordaeron as their own. Constructing their own bastion beneath the wrecked city, the Forsaken vowed to defeat the Scourge and drive Kel'Thuzad and his minions from the land.

Weakened, but determined to save his master, Arthas reached Northrend only to find Illidan's naga and blood elves waiting for him. He and his nerubian allies raced against Illidan's forces to reach the Icecrown Glacier and defend the Frozen Throne.

What do you need directions to?

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.

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

Though his powers were drained by the Lich King's weakness, Arthas had been involved in a civil war in Lordaeron. Half of the standing undead forces, led by the banshee Sylvanas Windrunner, staged a coup for control over the undead empire. Arthas, called by the Lich King, was forced to leave the Scourge in the hands of his lieutenant, Kel'Thuzad, as the war escalated throughout the Plaguelands.

Good day to you.

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."

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