Death... and destruction. Everywhere. At every turn, I lose more friends. More family. Khadgar. Alleria... Will it end with Xal'atath? When will it end?

Xal'atath must be stopped. Let us hope that these earthen do not hinder us.

I am glad that the earthen found us when they did. But I fear that we may need more than their help if we wish to mount an offensive against the nerubians and Xal'atath.

I dunnae need help, adventurer. <Magni winces in pain. He is clearly winded and injured.> Maybe... just a wee leg up on tae a gryphon or whatever these birds be...

O' course we get stranded here an' the first thing me da' goes an' does is get himself injured. Always got tae play the hero. I hope Dagran does nae get any ideas. But who am I kiddin'? Whisked away tae a far off place an' stranded? Meetin' a tall, dark dwarf when I get there? I can talk me way out o' this. Bring it on, Khaz Algar.

I've got all me books an' scrolls but... Look at all we've lost. All the knowledge stored in Dalaran. All o' the people... I hope these earthen find more survivors. An' I hope that granda' bein' a "thraegar" can help us be friends with them. Maybe they'll have a library too. Wouldn't that be grand?

Queensguard Zirix emerged from the ground and surprised Magni. He's near the farthest edge of the wreckage fighting off his swarm. Moira and I were trying to help, but we couldn't draw them away. Come with me. Magni needs our help!

You may not be trespassers, but you are not our allies either, outlander. If you are to blame for the nerubians emerging, then you are responsible for the attack on Dornogal as well.

Dalaran housed many precious and powerful relics. Many of them were damaged in the crash and are now malfunctioning. They must be destroyed! Take this scroll. I have stored a shattering spell within it. Read the words aloud and its magic will be unleashed. Report what you have done to Jaina when you are through. She will understand.

Destroying more of Dalaran seems unconscionable. But you and Aethas did the right thing. They were unstable, and we could not risk their power being used against us.

It is good to know many survived. When this battle is over, we will recover the bodies of those who did not.

The assault on the Dream grows ever stronger. We are in desperate need of trade goods and supplies to support the defense effort. Even just one crate could make the difference on the front line. Vashonir can assist you with packing the shipments. Then bring the shipment to me. Elune watch over you, defender of the Dream.

Please, I know how this looks, but we are on the same side! My siblings and I intended to defect from the Flame together. However, none of them have escaped or met up with me since I left, and it's been days! I fear the worst. Do you think I would be begging for aid, alone and unarmed, if I was not honest? Please, find them. They are all I have left.

The elves have refused me. I shouldn't be so surprised. I rely on you now more than ever, my hash'ura.

The ruins across this island are ancient, built by the Amani long ago. If we discover how they came to be here, we may learn the truth of Ula'tek. Then we can show Zul'jan what he is really chasing. I have an idea of where to look for that crypt. Let us go together, adventurer.

A group of my people went over to Mlurkkr Mire and have not returned. Dey were looking into an incursion of de Children of Ula'tek in de region. There are also troubling reports of de local murlocs actin' more violent than usual, and de priest Wa'kani said she detected a strong dark energy she wanted to check out. Their leader, Zawadi, was due to report back an hour ago. Will you go find dem and lend aid if needed?

Never have the haranir's visions caused so much pain... But knowledge in the wrong hands can be used for good or for ill.

I know de justice of Zul'Aman and how we deal with traitors. If he weren't my brother, I would take his head and paint my face with his blood for all he's done. But he is my brother. And I'm de hash'ey. Anyone who wants Jan gotta come through me first. Damn it, Jan... I know why he's doin' it. I just... <Zul'jarra winces and rubs the gash where Zul'jan cut her.> I'm de one who can knock some sense into him. I know there's a way.

The branch swiftly grew into a tree, its roots extending deep, deep below the surface. Eonar smiled, for everywhere the roots stretched, new life emerged. She called the tree Elun'Ahir, in honor of her great love. When Aman'Thul saw what Eonar had done, he chided her. "This is not Order!" he bellowed. "You have infected this world with uncontrolled chaos!" The Highfather took hold of the world tree's trunk and tore it from the earth.

Seeking to bring hope and healing, our patron titan, Eonar, carried a gift given to her by Elune--a branch of G'Hanir, the mother world tree. The titan believed that the influence of Life would drive the darkness away. So she reached down her hand and shaped the soil of Azeroth, planting the branch where it could be fed by river and sky.

The brave titan Aggramar discovered Azeroth, shining like a beacon in the Great Dark. As he gazed upon the beauty and power of its slumbering soul, he realized it was imperiled. He told the other members of the Pantheon how the world they sought had been corrupted by the Old Gods. The titans gathered to eradicate this dark influence.

Eonar wept bitter tears that rained down upon the resulting crater. But as she peered down upon the sundered earth, the titan realized a truth she did not share with the Highfather. Though he had destroyed the tree, its winding roots still held firm beneath the soil, hidden from Aman'Thul's gaze.

Whatever's wrong with her, whatever those creatures did, I need her healed! Will you help?

Long before the first dragons drew breath, Azeroth was conquered by writhing horrors that plummeted from the skies and infested our world. The Old Gods. How long the reign of their Black Empire lasted, we cannot know. Surely it must have been a time of unimaginable suffering. But at long last, there came hope.

Mmm... you look troubled. Headaches? Curses? Or just bad decisions? I treat all three, sometimes the same way.

As we gather to defend Amirdrassil, we cannot help but recall the tragic fates of world trees past. Those lost to sacrifice. To corruption. To flame. Yet there is an ancient tale--some claim it merely a legend--that tells of an earlier world tree that also met a sorrowful fate. Though it lived only a short time, its legacy endures.

As the forces of the titans waged war against the Black Empire, Eonar bid her keeper, Freya, to watch over the crater and nurture the life that blossomed there. Below ground, the roots fed upon the tears of Eonar and grew strong. The war was long, but in the end, the titans claimed victory. And Eonar was pleased, knowing Elune's legacy would endure.

It is said that much later, as the world entered a new age, mysterious guardians arrived who dedicated their lives to protecting the roots. But that is a tale for another time. Now let us stand with our allies to defend Amirdrassil, crown of harmony. Together, we will preserve this symbol of hope. This symbol of the future.

This place is just like Ysera described. Beautiful, but strange. It's magnificent!

Goddess be with you adventurer.

I must verify that you can take care of one of these precious creatures before entrusting you with one of their dream kin.

Do take some time to stop and smell all that blooms throughout the Dream. It will enrich your life.

So much change to that which should be unchanging... Rarely has the Dream seen such turmoil. It is meant to be a place of peace. Of life. Champion, we need all the help we can get. I bid you go forth and bring aid to the expanse of the Dream. I have no doubt the Dream will share its plenty with you in return.

<Melsysra drops a slightly damp note into your hand.> adventurer, your contributions to the dream are immeasurable. Please meet me at the Central Encampment, we have a reward we're excited to give you. - Amrymn

In our fight against Fyrakk's forces, a group of my fellow druids went out in search for a quiet and safe place to rest. But with Fyrakk's forces closing in on their location... I have to start planning for another assault, I can't split my time as much as I wish. I last saw them heading south to a cave by the shore. Please, I just need to make sure they're safe.

adventurer! Merithra needs your help. Some nasty trickster spriggans followed us into the Dream and now they're causing all sorts of havoc! Like the most important thing of all, stealing top secret super important supplies. It's urgent you stop them and get the supplies back.

adventurer, there is a situation I am personally concerned about. A garden cared for by my kin, the dryads, has suffered from growing pains amidst Amirdrassil's growth. An overwrought druid currently tends the garden, but I suspect he will need more assistance than he has requested. Please assist him in his task on my behalf.

Ah, adventurer, so wonderful to see you! You have arrived just in time. I was tasked with seeking out potential allies to aid with the protection of the world tree. Your accomplishments speak for themselves--your help in this matter would be greatly appreciated. What do you say, up for some diplomacy?

I confess, I have not met them myself. However, Sabellian has provided some helpful information. It seems the netherwing originated from black dragon eggs that had been hidden away on Draenor. When the place shattered into Outland, the eggs were infused with the energies of the Twisting Nether. It... changed them into what they are today. They are now entirely separate from Sabellian's brood... but when you think upon it, they are still our direct kin. I suppose we both have bizarre circumstances surrounding our origins.

Welcome to the Dream, champion.

The magic of the dream is breathtaking!

I'm quite excited to meet these new dragons.

Dream Infusions are powerful coalescences of dream energy that we can use to bring a creature's essence into the Dream.

We are not alone, adventurer. There are other flights of dragons out there that have yet to make their way to the Isles. Vyranoth has shown in her... unique way that not only can we work with others, we should. Sabellian spoke of a brood in Outland known as the netherwing. I extended an invitation to Valdrakken and their representative has agreed to meet us there.

Fyrakk's forces are all around us, and we are few in number. Thank you for your efforts in protecting the Dream.

<This journal has faded and the ink has run from being submerged in water.> From the logbook of boson Khan'yee. We are sailing in circles. The storm drove toward the shore, within sight of elven lands. Rather than risk confrontation, the captain took us close to Zul'Aman. We knew the risks, not of the forest, but of the island. The island no one comes back from. The winds were the first to betray us. They pushed us toward the mist, changing as we tried to tack away from certain doom. The air felt wrong. It was foul smelling and acrid--it would sting the eyes and fester wounds.

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The currents and tides changed next. Pulling us toward the rocks. Pulling us toward that Island. With wind and waves working together to sink the ship, the crew panicked. They fought each other more than the forces that intended to dash us against the rocks. The hull has been holed, but still we are dragged in. The mists surround us. I can see something on the shore writhing in the sand. We will have to leave the wreckage of our once fine ship. Hopefully the rumors of this place prove false.

Zul'jan gave her that wound? That traitorous little...

Ula'tek ain't a name I have heard before. If ya ask me to guess, it's a powerful serpent of some kind. A dead loa, maybe. Even when Zul'jin led de Amani, de only stories told of Atal'Utek were of a cursed temple built on a rocky sea. Exiles and criminals sometimes risked de boat ride here to escape Amani justice, never to be seen again.