I see. This seems dangerous in the extreme, but the situation seems to demand that risks be taken. Very well, the High Order will provide aid. Please inform Valennia that she can count on us for this fight.

You look troubled. I am listening.

Ah, hello. You look as though you have a question for me.

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

My hair clip! I thought this was lost for good! This'll shine right up with just a little work. Thank you for bringing it to me! I'll make it worth your while.

Storms curse these Al'Aketh fanatics!

There you have it, you can now craft your very own Lodestone. Most folk don't care much for camps being set up in the center of town, so you'll need to head into the wilderness if you want to test it out. Oh, and just remember, no camp is complete without a campfire. You'll need one of those before you start up your camp. Most cooks can teach you to make a fire. If you haven't already, you might want to check in with someone who can train you in the culinary arts to learn the basics.

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.

Since the fall of Dalaran and the destruction of Quel'Thalas, wares of this sort have been hard to come by. But Lucan Cordell and some of our other Tradesman have been doing a fine job of filling our orders with quality merchandise.

I might be the only living shen'dorei left amongst our people who had more than a handful of words with him. I served him as the captain of his Empyrean Blades for nearly nine centuries, right up until... he left us. Even still, I can't rightly claim that I "knew" him. He was ever a reserved and solitary man. He spent most of his time alone or in communion with the spirits in the spires high above the Shrine of the Four Winds... the place that the cult now calls the 'Shrine of Akir'.

What do ye need directions to?

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

The Peacekeepers can't hope to muster the numbers needed for an outright assault on the shrine. Without the Windshapers and the High Order bolstering our numbers, we stand no chance. They both pledged their aid when we need it. Now is the time. Unfortunately some recent events have led to outright bloodshed between the two factions, and tensions are high. How do you feel about a bit of diplomacy?

Mmm, I think you are going to like what I can cook up with these acorns!

The second Arathorian city-state of Dalaran was founded in the lands north of Strom. Many fledgling wizards left the restraining confines of Strom behind and traveled to Dalaran, where they hoped to use their new powers with greater freedom. These magicians used their skills to build up the enchanted spires of Dalaran and reveled in the pursuit of their studies.

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.

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, then I'm your shen'dorei.

The High Order are currently accepting donations for wool cloth. A donation of sixty pieces of wool cloth will net you full recognition by the High Order for your generous actions. Sixty pieces of wool should prove to be a sufficient amount for the High Order's needs for now. If you have the sixty pieces of wool cloth on you and are ready to donate them, I'm able to take them from you now.

It is good to know that issue has been taken care of, but it saddens me that we could not find another way. Jai'vhanel had been somewhat of a guardian of this area for quite some time, and I am not sure what could have caused her descent into madness. Regardless, thank you for your service today, mage. The roads to Auberdine are safe for travel once again.

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.

The bewildered Doomhammer, having lost nearly half of his standing forces to Gul'dan's treachery, was forced to pull back and forsake his greatest chance at victory over the Alliance.

Upon hearing the Magocrats' news of demonic activity in Dalaran, the elves quickly dispatched their mightiest wizards to the human lands. The elven wizards studied the energy currents in Dalaran and made detailed reports of all demonic activity that they beheld. They concluded that although there were only a few demons loose in the world, the Legion itself would remain a dire threat so long as humans continued to wield the forces of magic.

We are currently accepting donations for wool cloth. A donation of sixty pieces of wool cloth will net you full recognition by Ironforge for your generous actions. Our stores are such on wool that we would only need sixty pieces from you total; we should be able to acquire enough from others in the realm to support our drive. If you have the sixty pieces of wool cloth on you and are ready to donate them, I'm able to take them from you now.

Greetings, traveler.

Director Riddlevox put me in charge of the Union's shredder development program. Few months on the job and I'm already in hot water! I could use your help, adventurer!

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

You have done well in tending to the sickly deer of Darkshore; they are unwitting victims of a greater taint and corruption that is spreading all throughout the land. There are those in Darnassus who choose to recognize this threat... and there are those who ignore the growing signs. I hope you will not be one to put blinders on about what facts stare you in the face, adventurer. Regardless, you've proven your worth as a friend of nature and the Circle - take this as a symbol of such.

The earth trembled as the ancient trees in the enchanted forest were uprooted and toppled. The groves and glades tended by the sons and daughters of Cenarius and the stone towers of the children of the stars were brought to the rolling ground. There was our queen, radiant even in the desperation, in the chaos that was the battles. The enchanted sky changed colors with the discharge of magic, with the explosions that threatened to tear the world asunder. Brother fought brother. Chosen fought

What have you brought from the depths, mage.

Windstones are a critical resource on Zephras Isle as they contain the raw, concentrated energy of the winds themselves. The wind elementals who used to live here on zephras with us vanished several centuries ago, and since then, the magic that sustains this island is slowly fading. Not without limitations, the windstones are still a reliable energy source, and are incredibly valuable to us. You'll find raw windstones scattered around the grove, think you can help me harvest them?

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

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.

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

To maintain our link to the mainland, we have hippogryphs constantly flying between Rut'theran Village and Darkshore.

The city of Darnassus can be found across the sea, off the coast of northern Kalimdor. The city itself rests at the top of the great tree, Teldrassil. The safest route for you currently is via the harbor on the west side of Stormwind. Take the ship departing from the southernmost dock to the port of Auberdine. Upon arriving, proceed to the north side of the Auberdine docks and take the ship there to Ru'theran Village. This village contains a magical transporter that will take you into the city itself. Explore Darnassus and seek out Tyrande Whisperwind, the High Priestess of Elune.

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.

Winds tidings. What can I help you with?

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

I have a lot of chores today, so can you keep it quick?

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...

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.

Where would you like to fly to?

On a clear day, you can even see Blackrock Mountain from here. It's both beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

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

Fastest gryphons this side of Aerie Peak. Want to take a ride?