I sent a few of our remaining mages to ensure that Valennia and her forces were able to escape as well. She should be resting at High Elder Shadowsong's residence now. Ansirem had to return to Azeroth, but he and I discussed the next steps for the High Order before he departed. We survived the day, but Zephras is dangerously vulnerable now and we must make plans for what is to come.

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!

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 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.

Good day to you.

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.

<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."

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

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

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.

It is vital that we learn more about what the cult is planning, and with the turncoat dead the information may have died with him...

Greetings.

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.

Oh what's this, then?

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

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

<Before you lies an skyborne; his body is mangled and bruised but still recognizable. It is clear he met a gruesome end while attempting to flee. It appears that all of his belongings are still on his body, and a half filled crate nearby lays spilled on the ground.>

...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.

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.

I've been begging Stormwind for aid for months and he sends me a skinny elf? Well, beggars can't be choosers I suppose. Welcome to Westfall, hero. Let's see if we can't put you to work.

As the politics and rivalries of the seven human nations waxed and waned, the line of Guardians kept its constant vigil against chaos. There were many Guardians over the years, but only one ever held the magical powers of Tirisfal at any given time. One of the last Guardians of the age distinguished herself as a mighty warrior against the shadow.

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

Monty be me name an' rats be me game.

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

Welcome to SI:7 headquarters, adventurer.

If you need training as a cook, I have a few tips and tricks I could pass on! Ho ho! Throw on an apron and let's get started!

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.

"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?"

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.

Did you get the fishing supplies?

What do ye need directions to?

What do you need directions to?

You've earned a degree of trust amongst the Nightclaw, hero. We don't have much to offer you as a reward, but we have managed to scavenge a number of crafting plans from the ruins of Ban'aethal. The magesmiths of Ban'aethal were widely regarded to be the best artisans in all of the Skyborne Isles. The Nightclaw are naturalists, not crafters, so these records are of little use to us. Continue to prove yourself to be a valuable ally, and I would make these secrets available to you.

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.

<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 Windshapers are almost wholly to blame for everything that has happened. Their refusal to change has damaged our ability to save ourselves from our current peril. They speak in absolutes and treat assumptions and superstitious hope as fact. Do you know who else deals only absolutes? The Al'Aketh. I for one do not intend to let blind adherence to dangerous beliefs doom our people. If it weren't for the threat of the cult, I'd march our mages over to the other side of Valnaar and wipe the Windshapers out.

adventurer, I've come to find out how rampant the effects of Fel Moss are throughout Darkshore. The corruption of Teldrassil and our surrounding lands really concerns the druids of the Cenarian Circle, and all Night elves. It is my goal to find out why this has happened and to put an end to it.

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

You forgot what you had to do the moment you stepped through the door, eh? Happens to everyone.

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

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.

"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."

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

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

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.

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.

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

"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."

<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.>