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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

Greetings, traveler.

Monty be me name an' rats be me game.

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

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

<Lotheluum wears a look of genuine terror as you recount the events from the druid den.> I--I'm sorry, adventurer. I need just a moment. There are no words I possess that can describe the loss. This is grave news indeed. If this missive is not fabricated, then we indeed have at best an accomplice and at worst a traitor here in Valanaar. I will take this to the High Elder immediately! I will not let my fellows sacrifice be in vain.

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

Ah yes, he mentioned that an agent of the High Order would be arriving in Stormwind soon. He asked me to draft instructions for you. <Randal hands you a neatly sealed note.> This should give you all the information you need. You are in for quite the journey, adventurer. I wish you luck on behalf of Stormwind and the Alliance.

All of the skyborne islands became destabilized and began to move apart a few years ago. If that wasn't bad enough, now large pieces of Zephras are beginning to fall away. It's hard to imagine your home falling into the sky, but that is my reality now.

Interesting, interesting... I know of a druid that lives atop the hill above the Wailing Caverns, adventurer. She might be able to tell you more about this shard you have found. Now, I must get back to work!

<As you approach the enormous cyclone construct, you hear a faint buzzing emanating from beneath its massive armor plates. If you listen carefully you think you might be able to hear a few words being formed but they are too distorted to make out.>

<The corpse lying before you is covered in scorches and burn marks. He seems to be clutching something in his hand.>

I am Belanaa Windveil and I am an agent of the High Order here on Azeroth. If you'd like to make a donation of cloth to our organization, we would be most grateful.

These great beasts know paths that ye can't find on foot, they'll get ye there fast and maybe show ye something new at the same time.

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.

Although the coast of Darkshore is more dangerous than that of Teldrassil, many fishers find profit here.

May Elune walk with you, druid. The Temple of the Moon has come to help the troubled citizens of Auberdine.

This is most troubling, but unfortunately unsurprising. We've been aware of the cult's movements for some time, but we've been content to watch from afar. Their agitation of the wind spirits near the standing stones is a clear escalation on their part. You've performed a difficult but necessary service for Thendal Grove, adventurer. Thank you.

Thank you, stranger! You'll find that these are delicious once roasted! Please excuse me, it won't take me long to whip this up.

"Of late, the magisters of the High Order have grown increasingly wary of the wind spirits' motives, insisting that all powers and perils native to this realm must be better understood. Even if such dangers lie far from us now, the magisters maintain that such knowledge will better prepare us to face whatever may yet come."

Greetings, druid. I am Tyrande Whisperwind, High Priestess of Elune.

What do ye need directions to?

Thank you, stranger.

Well met!

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!

Where would you like to fly to?

Do you seek the blessings of 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.

Greetings, druid. You are welcome in Nighthaven, as well as all of Moonglade. The Cenarion Circle welcomes all beings who respect the authority and command of nature. While you are here, please be sure to preserve the balance in all things. Disturbances are not welcome here, and our wardens are trained to cease all hostilities without question.

Most of the cultists at the Sanctum of Storms seem to have come out to respond to our attack. I never would have expected this to go so well. This was almost too easy... I think that the Windshapers and High Order have made their push. Valennia should be with them. You should head inside and find her. We'll stay here and keep watch while Valennia and the others finish what they came here to do.

The Wildhammer dwarves might have fast steeds, but can those Aerie Peak gryphons stand the heat of The Great Forge? I think not!

If anyone finds this, please, do your best to stop them. There were only a few left at the tower when I scribbled this note and crawled away. Also, try and get Raani's lucky feather from his body. He liked to tell tall tales about how he plucked it from some kind of firebird and I think he'd want to make sure that it made it's way back home. If you are also able to retrieve Arvensus Shadowsong's family signet from his body, please do so. High Elder Shadowsong is his uncle and he would want it to be returned to the family.

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.

Greetings, citizen.

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

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

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

The clothcraft of the Shen'dorei is a harmonious imitation of the flowing, carefree currents of the winds. While the spirits have left us, and I know not when I may see them dance once more... I find great comfort in my art, if only as a distraction. I can teach you to work the cloth as well, if you'd like to learn?

Ten thousand years before the orcs and humans clashed in their First War, the world of Azeroth cradled only one massive continent surrounded by the infinite, raging seas. That land mass, known as Kalimdor, was home to a number of disparate races and creatures, all vying for survival amongst the savage elements of the waking world. At the dark continent's center was a mysterious lake of incandescent energies.

If you've come looking for the finest craftsmanship on this or any other continent in the world, then you've come to the right place! Grimand Elmore, at your service!

These are them! Some of them even smell exotic! Fantastic, I can't wait for us to have lively conversations about these writings. Cellar after hours, of course. Thanks for the quick errand run, adventurer. As promised, it's on the house. We keep our word here.

Where are you going? Well if you're looking to get there quickly, then look no further!

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

I can smell the sea on you, friend! Baros laughs. What brings you to Stormwind?