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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.

As their powers grew, a distinct change came over Azshara and the high-borne. The haughty, aloof upper class became increasingly callous and cruel towards their fellow night elves. A dark, brooding pall veiled Azshara's once entrancing beauty. She began to withdraw from her loving subjects and refused to interact with any but her trusted high-borne priests.

You touch the small white crystal and you can hear faint sounds on the wind. This is an audio recording of some sort. "The Sky-Touched Mystery"

"It's well documented since our ascent to Skywall that our people have adopted more lithe, slender forms, but this occurred over the course of many millennia. In contrast, the first recorded case of the Sky-Touched Blessing--which causes shen'dorei children to be born with vivid cerulean skin--was noted fewer than five generations ago. Within a single generation of its first appearance, one child in twenty born among the Skyborne bore this curious alteration. Two generations later, that rate had doubled."

"Today, three in ten children born on the Skyborne Isles have the striking complexion of the Sky-Touched. In recent centuries, the acceleration of our physical alterations has increased, and many scholars believe that the last vestiges of our kaldorei heritage may vanish entirely within two to three more generations. The cause of this transformation may never be fully understood. Yet it is plain that, in making our lives within the elemental plane, we as a people are being changed by it in turn. Skywall is a realm of wonders, but this serves as a sober reminder that we still know perilously little of what such a place may work upon those not born to it."

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

Oh, you've got oodles of things to learn still. I would teach you everything if I could, but I'm still learning too! Why don't you talk to Trixie Quickswitch in Ironforge, she'll help you further your education!

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.

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.

Good day to you.

The exiles of Gnomeregan find ourselves in even more dire straits by running low on cloth reserves! Perhaps you can help us, eh?! Bring me extra cloth pieces you might have to help us replenish our stocks. By donating them, you'll be earning the respect and trust of gnomes everywhere. That's something that money can't buy! Well, I guess cloth does, but that's beside the point...

Don't let those big, innocent eyes fool ye. Tally's an expert, all right: I learn something new every day. Why d'you think I'm here in Tinker Town? Do I look like an engineer to you? Aye, I didn't think so.

Welcome, my brother. If you are here to train, then I would be delighted to train you. There will be a time soon where the call of the Emerald Dream will take hold in you. You will hibernate for many years and walk amongst the purest of forms. It is there and then that your ultimate training will take place.

A young, brazen scholar named Furion Stormrage, who had spent much of his time studying the Well's effects, began to suspect that a terrible power was corrupting the high-borne and his beloved Queen. Though he could not conceive the evil that was to come, he knew that the night elves' lives would soon be changed forever....

Your first stop should be Ironforge which can be reached via the technological marvel known as the Deeprun Tram. You can find the entrance to the tram in the Dwarven District here in Stormwind, just to the southwest of the keep. The tram will transport you safely to the heart of Ironforge City. Once you arrive, explore the city and locate High Tinker Mekkatorque and King Magni Bronzebeard in Tinker Town and the Great Forge, respectively. Introduce yourself as an agent of the Skyborne and they will show you their hospitality.

Backed by the Stormreaver and Twilight's Hammer clans, Gul'dan succeeded in raising the Tomb of Sargeras from the sea floor. However, when he opened the ancient, flooded vault, he found only crazed demons awaiting him.

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.

Thank you, stranger.

Greetings, As a guest of the Alliance, you have been given leave to travel freely throughout Alliance lands. This document will serve as a guide to help you reach the other member cities of our alliance.

Welcome, my brother. If you are here to train, then I would be delighted to train you. There will be a time soon where the call of the Emerald Dream will take hold in you. You will hibernate for many years and walk amongst the purest of forms. It is there and then that your ultimate training will take place.

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

It pleases me greatly to at last meet one of your people. I've heard much of the shen'dorei and your long history, and I am glad to see our cousins return home to Kalimdor at long last. I confess that our people have a... complicated relationship with the highborne. Some amongst the night elves are quick to distrust those of highborne descent such as those in your High Order. However, you have my assurance that you will be shown the utmost respect while a guest in our city. Please, make yourself at home here. I'd encourage you to explore and familiarize yourself with our culture. It is, after all, your culture as well in a way.

We are currently accepting donations for wool cloth. A donation of sixty pieces of wool cloth will net you full recognition by the Gnomeregan Exiles 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.

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

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.

Wind's greetings, friend. I've been authorized to offer fellow Skyborne quick passage to the city of Stormwind. Please feel free to utilize this portal at your leisure.

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.

Hail friend - a moment of your time, if I may... We have endured much in our trials and tribulations in establishing Teldrassil. Were the constant strife of the times not enough, we now find ourselves in a dire shortage of cloth. If you have the materials to spare, I ask that you please donate them. You certainly would earn the gratitude of night elves everywhere in helping us out!

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.

Please keep your voice down.

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!

<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.

Welcome to Thelsamar, your home away from home in Loch Modan! Thelsamar is a nice place, but it's not all beer and salted meat for those who answer the call to duty! If you're willing to face danger in the name of the Alliance, then read the poster outside the Thelsamar branch of the Explorers' League.

Aye, you there! If you want to earn the respect of the dwarves of Ironforge, then you can start by donating valuable resources! Ironforge finds itself running low on cloth piece; textiles and bandages don't grow on trees, ya know! Rather than cash in various cloth pieces you find adventuring, donate them! Doing so will earn you the recognition of the dwarven people of Ironforge!

The power-hungry Gul'dan, obsessed with obtaining godhood itself, set out on a desperate search for the undersea Tomb of Sargeras that he believed held the secrets of ultimate power. Having already doomed his fellow orcs to become the slaves of the Burning Legion, Gul'dan thought nothing of his supposed duty to Doomhammer.

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

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

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.

We now have what we need. We will light the eternal flame and commune with the spirits of fire.

It is done. The Eternal Flame burns once again. Your trial is now complete. I am pleased to present you with your Fire Totem. Use this icon of power well in your travels, adventurer. Just remember, the power of the elemental plane serves those that respect it, and consumes those who do not. This is our way.

Greetings, I am Ayessa Dawnsinger, the current Grand Skyseer of the Windshapers. What may I do for you?

You have done well to come this far. You do the Windshapers honor, adventurer.

Elder Amberwind sent me a message about you and your exploits in Shen'dar Village. You are most welcome here, friend. You have a strong aura, and you clearly have a resonance with the spirits. Fewer and fewer of us have the skysight of late, and Zephras needs those with the gift if we are to survive these trying times. I am glad you have found your way to me. I look forward to further making your acquaintance.

Thank you for scavenging these materials. I imagine that some of this wasn't terribly easy to get. With these parts I can get the construct up and running again. From there we can just hope that its memory is intact and it can tell us who took its components.

"In the immediate aftermath of the battle, Tortheldrin's forces were scattered and disorganized. Most were occupied with securing the city once more, and this distraction allowed the remaining rebels to escape and regroup. With nowhere else to go, the Shal'nan marched what was left of his exhausted forces west, toward the coast."

"On the eve of the planned summoning ritual, the Shal'nan and his forces struck. Seeing this as their final opportunity to thwart Prince Tortheldrin's reckless plan, they made a daring raid on the Prince's sanctum, intent on stopping the ritual. Just as the Shal'nan and the rebels feared, the poorly considered spell spiraled out of control and threatened to destroy the entire city center. As the battle raged, wild magics tore through the streets, opening portals to the Nether itself and manifesting malevolent arcane monstrosities that preyed mercilessly upon the defenseless citizens of Eldre'Thalas."

"In the end, the worst of the destruction was narrowly avoided due to the rebels' intervention, but the price was steep. The battle claimed many lives on all sides, but the rebels suffered the greatest losses. The Shal'nan himself was the only one to survive the final confrontation within Tortheldrin's sanctum. Those closest to the Shal'nan have widely documented that whatever injury he suffered in that last battle left him forever changed. In the centuries since those dark days, the Shal'nan has never spoken of what occurred, and he becomes withdrawn and wistful when asked."

"When the beleaguered rebel army arrived at the port city of Eldre'narr, the magisters in control of the city had already heard of Tortheldrin's mighty rage--and of his standing order to kill any rebel found on sight. In an act of miraculous mercy, the magisters made no move to hinder the rebels' progress, allowing them to commandeer a number of ships without resistance. The Shal'nan understood that this act of mercy would likely expose many in Eldre'narr to Tortheldrin's wrath. Even so, he accepted this unexpected gift with grace and, with a heavy heart, sailed his people west into the unknown."

"There were those who loudly opposed the Prince's plan to channel a font of demonic energy to power his network of crystalline foci. Many of the detractors were members of outspoken noble families who attempted to use their influence to turn public sentiment against House Tortheldrin and the Prince's plan."