LET MY SPIRIT GUARD THESE HALLS LET MY SHADE BAR THE WAY LET NO AMANI OR TRESSPASSING THIEF CROSS THE THRESHOLD - ZAZ'KE THE GUARDIAN

I HAVE SEEN SUCH HORRORS IN LIFE I COMMIT MYSELF TO AN EVERLASTING DEATH TO SAVE MY CHILDREN AND THEIR CHILDREN FROM THE EVIL THAT DEFEATED DARKNESS THE SNAKES MUST REMAIN SEALED AWAY THE WEAPON IS AS DEADLY AS THE VOID OUR SHAME MUST REMAINED BURIED I PROUDLY PAY THE ETERNAL PRICE

<The final scrap was written on a sun-bleached hat.> Captain Lenta was bitten by a snake. Don't come here. This island is a cage. - Swabby Wuck

<This scrap seems to be leather from a backpack.> This bottle won't stop returning. This island is haunted and infested with snakes. We would still like to be rescued, but I understand if you stay far away from here. All we have found are wrecks of Zandalari ships. I should never have purchased a Zandalari ship. Whatever has cursed this island does not like the Zandalari. Can't it see I'm a tortollan? I hope this bottle floats away this time. - Captain Lenta

<The next scrap of cloth is from a fine jacket.> The bottle came back. Again. I've thrown it out to see on the tide. This makes no sense. If you find this, tell a tortollan sailor. They will know who I am. We still have plenty of cargo to reward you if you come and rescue us. - Captain Lenta

<There are multiple swaths of fabric that look like torn pieces of clothing, written with charcoal, sealed in the bottle with a cork stopper.> Help! Our ship, Sethralis's Scale, has run aground. We are on an island east of Zul'Aman. Send help and you can have the cargo we saved. - Captain Lenta

In my heart, revenge burns. My boat was shattered on the rocks. But someday, I will return to Zul'Aman. If I fail, let those who find my bones know Zul'jin is the bastard son of a harpy and no true Amani.

I have survived one summer so far. Atal'Utek is as they said. Shrouded in mists almost always. I have learned to hone my other senses. I hear voices in the night, and I see shapes moving in the dark. I avoid the ruins where their green lights flicker. But the land here is fertile and the beasts fat. My spear finds their bellies easily, and I eat well.

I, Esa'ne, have done the impossible! I sailed the Strait of Hexx'alor and escaped Zul'jin's tyranny. The brute planned to have my tongue cut and my forehead branded. Damn him, damn the Horde that abandoned us, and damn those elves most of all. I'd rather die a free Amani than live chasing the wars of alien monsters.