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.

"Whatever the truth may be, our benefactors clearly have no wish to speak of Al'Akir or his servants, and they are quick to dismiss all rumors of the Windlord's presence as idle fancy, unworthy of serious heed. They assure us that we need not trouble ourselves with such matters here, safe upon our Skyborne Isles. While this offers solemn comfort to many, it also raises a troubling question: what, precisely, are the wind spirits concealing from us?"

The spirit of strength does not always allude to physical strength. To face adversity both from within and without is what it means to take my shape.

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.

Where would you like to fly to?

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.

The Windfield Orchard has seen better days...

<Constable Aonda wears an intense look on her face, clearly deep in thought.>

Welcome to Ironforge, hero.

Unless you are here on business pertaining to V.L.O., I'm afraid I won't have a lot of time for chatter. If you want to pitch in and help out around town, I'll certainly put you to work though. Oh, what does V.L.O. stand for? Village Live Operations, of course. Even frontier towns like these don't manage themselves. Between major incidents, unplanned wind power outages, and bug infestations, keeping this place moving forward is no joke.

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

I don't get too many cooks in here looking for training, but I guess I could teach you something if you're ready.

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?

Rorian sent you? Good. I could use your aid.

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

I can teach you to craft fine leather armor, if you have the aptitude.

Ah, you have returned. I do hope you have brought the relics with you?

<Before you lies the corpse Jorel Windsinger. Deep lacerations are cut into his legs, and lightning burns scorch his fur. It is clear he put up a fight before succombing to his wounds.>

I sell only the finest arcane gear, made by the crafters and mages here in the city of Stormwind.

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.

Friend - Stormwind needs your assistance and your generosity! Our once large stockpile of textiles has run critically low. Stormwind is now engaged in a multi-pronged effort to rebuild those stocks for the manufacture of textiles and bandages! Your donation of cloth would help Stormwind immensely, as well as earn the respect of the citizenry!

Gales greetings, friend. Is there something I can help you with?

Your body looks worn and your spirit weary. Rest yourself beneath our roof and allow Elune to guide your dreams.

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

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?

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.

Oh what's this, then?

Which profession trainer would ye be looking for?

H-Hello. You'll have to excuse me, I'm used to your kind running from me.

Ner'zhul, the Lich King, knew that his time was short. Imprisoned within the Frozen Throne, he suspected that Kil'jaeden would send his agents to destroy him. The damage caused by Illidan's spell had ruptured the Frozen Throne; thus, the Lich King was losing his power daily. Desperate to save himself, he called his greatest mortal servant to his side: the death knight Prince Arthas.

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.

Greetings.

What do ye need directions to?

Did you get the fishing supplies?

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.

Monty be me name an' rats be me game.

Would you like a flight to Rut'theran Village, courtesy of the Cenarion Circle?

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.

Where would you like to fly to?

What have you brought from the depths, mage.

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

Ah, you've made it. Wonderful. It's going to take us some time to get ourselves established here, so you may want to take some time to explore the city. Be warned however, try not to venture too far from the safety of the city proper. As idyllic as this new land appears, it can be extremely dangerous to wander outside of Dalaran without appropriate preparation and experience.

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.

Greetings, young hero. Welcome to the hall of the Tradesman's Guild. Resources are tight on Zephras right now, but you should be able to find a variety of materials and wares here to keep you in top adventuring form. Please let me know if you have any questions.

"Who is Al'Akir the Windlord? The priests of the radical Al'Aketh would have us believe him to be the true ruler of Skywall, the realm we now call home. In their telling, we are but interlopers here, and one day Al'Akir shall appear before us to reckon with our trespass into his dominion within the elemental plane. Though such claims may at first seem the ravings of the misguided or the mad, there may yet be some measure of truth in them. When asked of Al'Akir's nature, the wind spirits grow evasive and agitated. Indeed, even the mere speaking of the so-called "Windlord's" name appears to cause them profound unease, perhaps even fear."

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

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.

Are you a student of the medical sciences?