My people, kidnapped! Stolen! Killed! Many more are missin'! And de hash'ey's brother walks free!

When we first wrecked on this island, I set my crew to explore. Look for supplies, allies, the like. I can tell ya what we know.

Malacrass helped my grandfather lead de Amani to ruin. Now he's gonna do de same to my brother. If we could just separate de two of them... But Jan won't listen. He thinks Ula'tek is a weapon dat will bring de return of de Amani Empire. After de vision he saw--and who knows what else Malacrass told him--I can't convince him otherwise. De hash'ey requires counsel, my hash'ura. Gather de others and join me.

Zul'jarra should know the history we saw with Zul'jan in the Den of Echoes. That's what he's doing all of this for. Because of what I showed him...

I understand that the Algeth'ar Academy is open to the world once more. Long ago, its sacred halls were only open to dragons, but in the years that have passed the Headteacher has seen the wisdom of welcoming any who wish to learn. She has asked for my recommendation on any promising new students. As a great ally to dragonkind, it would be an honor to have you attend our great academy. I leave the decision to enroll up to you, but I am sure Doragosa would love to at least give you a tour.

The Primalists wish to bring elemental chaos back to this world and will stop at nothing to see their goal accomplished. I have received disturbing news that they have infiltrated the Halls of Infusion deep below Tyrhold. They attempt to disrupt the works of Keeper Tyr for their own nefarious purposes. Please, you must put an end to any Primalist threat within those sacred halls, adventurer.

<As Sansok Khan signs, Okir vocalizes for her.> The Maruuk as a people are not staunchly against outsiders, but we do require any potential allies to prove their worth. As you meet the clans and aid in our ventures, word will spread of your support. On the lower level of the krutal on the hill you will find one of the Khanam Matra's daughters, who can help you see where you stand with our people. Be sure to introduce yourself.

Have you come to prove your prowess to the Shikaar?

Ah, dragonrider. I have something for you. <Huseng holds up chest armor, sized for a dracthyr.> We had to, uh, scale it down to fit you. It is fine make. Too fine to simply give it away. But I can sell it to you for the cost of materials. You have proven yourself an ally of the Maruuk. Time for you to look the part!

I have hunted with khans, outrun our fastest bakar, and wrestled a full grown bruffalon bull bare-handed. As a hunter, I've nothing left to prove. However, as a partner, I still have much to learn. Windsage Dawa of Clan Ohn'ir is my heart and my joy. I wish only to prove worthy of his love, but I know nothing of traditions and rituals. I require the wisdom of the elders in Maruukai.

Where would you like to fly?

<You extend a hand to offer Basran pets, but he stays stoically next to his khan. Basran is currently working and you should not pet service dogs on duty.>

Please direct your attention to my khan.

I tend to our beasts of burden.

My kinfolk were traveling here with many sacred troll charms, but the Thistlefur furbolgs attacked and killed them before they reached Zoram'gar! Those vile furbolgs! I miss my brothers and sisters who were killed, but we will meet again in the afterlife. However, their troll charms hold great value in this world. It is an outrage that the furbolgs have them! adventurer, you must retrieve the charms! They are in chests in Thistlefur Hold, a cave at the end of Thistlefur Village, north of Astranaar.

Friend, the Shikaar have asked me to offer you their ritual hunting horns. They insisted the horns were only for you, and that I was not to use them. Hmph! I'm an excellent hunter. Perhaps the best they will ever see! They just don't know it yet. <Huseng laughs.> So here you are. My stock is open to you, should you want any others.

This way, druid! I see you've discovered the high road. The Alliance hopes to sever our ties with Stonetalon, but they forget that we tauren have hunted across these lands for generations. We know every hillside switchback and game trail from here to Thousand Needles. But for these paths to stay open, we must stop the humans from mapping them out. Patrol the trail east and kill any high road scouts you find along the way, then speak to Tunawa Stillwind just up the path.

Good trade follows trust.

There's been a primalist attack in the Shikaar Highlands. If you have information or think you can help, head over to Pinewood Post and look for Olekk. Tell him I sent you. <Tirren chuckles.> I sure hope the dusty hoofer remembers me. Keep to the roads, adventurer. The plains are not as peaceful since all this change arrived.

To the bravest Shikaar! Gather your best and head on over to the Fields of Ferocity. You could be crowned the fiercest of them all! Prove your might. Show us your best fight! Terms and conditions apply.

Ah, finally ready to prove yourself as a hunter? Keep in mind this is not as simple as running around and hunting everything that moves. The Shikaar hunt with purpose. We hunt to feed and clothe the clan, to prove our strength against mighty foes, and to balance nature. We do not hunt the land barren, we sow the seeds for future Grand Hunts as we go. Prove yourself capable of following these instructions and you may join us. However I do not have confidence in your friend there succeeding.

My friend, you have defended these plains alongside my people, lending your aid to each of our clans without hesitation. You are an outsider no longer, but a familiar face among the centaur. To honor our bond, I anoint you with the title of Khansguard and present you with this gift. May you proudly bear the Maruuk name wherever your travels take you.

Clan Teerai are the proud protectors of tradition and good values. This meeting at Maruukai is also our tradition.

Many different clans full of many different centaur bringing many different supplies... It is almost impossible to coordinate everything, but we do the best that we can.

I've never met a beast I couldn't win over. I've worked with rockfangs, hornstriders, even thunder lizards! But no animal can beat a bakar in loyalty and honor.

Ah, Basran. He is a very good bakar, trained specifically to be Sansok Khan's ears. He alerts her for many sounds in different ways, working as an extension of her senses. While on a hunt, Basran supports Sansok Khan by signaling the direction and intensity of different environmental cues to her. He also looks out for anything that needs her attention, from a clanmate's shout to the drumming of hooves to the whistle of an approaching storm. Sansok Khan trains her hearing dogs herself, and has done so since a very young age. In fact, Basran is her third bakar, the son of her first!

The Thistlefur furbolgs are threatening our expansion! Thistlefur Village to our west blocks the way between us here and the Splintertree Post. It's a path that would circumvent the village of Astranaar; without it, we give the Alliance an extra expansion path. adventurer, we must not allow... an expansion path gap! Proceed to Thistlefur Village and thin out the furbolgs. You will be given compensation for this task, but more importantly you will be doing your duty for the Horde!

My khan is deaf, communicating mainly through a sign language that is shared amongst the centaur. I am but her voice, interpreting for her. While most members of our clan can speak with her without my aid, there are still many who cannot. My role is to enable communication between her and others. It is the highest honor. My words are hers. Except these ones. Please direct your attention back to her.

It is time we speak, adventurer.

Delays, delays, delays! I'm at wit's end! I was told that this goblin was brilliant - that he'd come up with gadgets sure to shock the enemy into submission. So far he's produced nothing but empty promises. If he comes up empty-handed again, I'm going to toss him off the cliff! You go and speak to him, druid. Let him know that my fuse is running short!

You've no doubt seen what the Alliance has done to the Barrens, druid. If we don't act, there may not be a Horde presence here much longer.

What brings you all the way out here?

Most of these demonic encounters were isolated events, and the ruling Magocrats did what they could to keep such events hidden from the public. The most powerful magicians were sent to capture the elusive demons, but they often found themselves hopelessly outmatched by the lone agents of the mighty Legion.

Tinkmaster Overspark requests your assistance on an important research expedition. Working with the esteemed Tinkmaster will certainly be of benefit to your career. It's done wonders for mine!

Your will is not strong enough to manipulate the forces we control druid.

For too long we have ignored the secrets of the Arcane. Sadly, they will remain a secret to you.

The time has come, paladin. Highlord Bolvar Fordragon requests your presence atop Icecrown Citadel. Meet me in Stormwind, and I will take you to him. I would not keep him waiting.

I think my necklace fell in the lake. My daddy got it for me, and he's gonna be mad now.

You seem like the type that just wants a fight. If you're interested, the Horde needs more troops.

Prophet Velen has roused from meditation and he requests your immediate presence. A matter of great import has come to his attention. He would value both your wisdom and strength in addressing it. The Prophet awaits you aboard the Vindicaar. Take this crystal. Our artificers have attuned it to the ship's teleportation matrix.

New shipments of outfits, weapons and creatures come in every month. I make sure our displays always look their best.

If you wish to serve my beloved horde, you'll have to prove your strength to me, pup. You can cut your teeth by hunting zhevra. They may not be the strongest of beasts in the Barrens, but stay clear of their kick or you'll regret it. Hunt the zhevra to the north and south, and collect their hooves. Bring them to me and perhaps we'll next send you against something tougher.

The oases of the Barrens hide a mystery. Life energy flows from their waters, invigorating the plants and beasts that drink it. Invigorating, and altering. There is a mushroom that grows near the Forgotten Pools to the northwest. Its spores hold properties that we, the apothecaries of Lordaeron, find useful. Bring me these spores and you will earn our gratitude.

If you want to really demonstrate your bravery to me, let me send you after something that really bites. The savannah huntresses of the Barrens are as sly as they come. Tough, resourceful, quick... and deadly. They've been hassling our scouts recently around the outskirts of the town, especially to the northeast. Be wary as you hunt them, adventurer, or you may find yourself no longer the predator, but instead the prey.

The thugs in Elwynn wear linen which I can use to make fine linen goods. Bring me linen scraps and I'll use them to fashion something for you. You'll find those lawless criminals in pockets across Elwynn Forest.

I will say, the Forsaken have... strange taste when it comes to brew. I get the feeling they're not exactly preparing it for friends, though.

Are you sure you want to buy th'gear I've got for sale? Crunchpaw has th' best stuff these days. B'tween the two of us, I heard she didn't get her nickname from fightin' the Horde. Don't tell her I said that. Actually, I'd prefer y'din't even mention that we spoke. I'm not on her good side right now.

Arbor Glen is in trouble. We had better go see if we can help.

The researchers here at Arkaat Outpost have been gathering pieces of our ancestors' original wreckage.

Please, sit and make yourself comfortable.