As the generations passed, Guardians defended the masses of humanity from the invisible threat of the Burning Legion throughout the lands of Arathor and Quel'Thalas. Arathor grew and prospered while the use of magic spread throughout the empire. Meanwhile, the Guardians kept careful watch for signs of demonic activity.

My guards, ha. They are more accurately your guards. It is nice though dat they think three of dem are enough to stop me if I did want to do harm. Mibaza could take them alone. <Mibaza lets out a low growl.>

<Mayven narrows her eyes at you for a moment before she gestures to the void magic circling around her hand.> Since you're so curious... I'm studying the dark particles left behind by these new threats. Why you may ask? Most types of magic leave behind a faint residue that can be used to determine the type of magic or in some cases, the reagents and fuel source used to power the spell. In this case, we are trying to unravel these particles to learn more about these threats and maybe find a way to counter their next move.

How many times must I repeat myself... De factions attacking your perfect elf allies are also attacking us in Zul'Aman. A few of you have proven worthy fighters and honorable enough we hope to work together to combat de new threats. Does dat satisfy your inquiry?

<Mayven closes her eyes as she slowly exhales before looking at you.> Yes, she is. If you're that curious about my familial relations, please feel free to ask her all about it. While you do that, I've got work that requires my attention. These dark particles aren't going to study themselves.

The threats that lay siege to Eversong and Zul'Aman's borders are relentless, adventurer, but we are no strangers to dealing with these attacks. Be it forces of the Void, marauding ethereals, or the Twilight's Blade, we will be ready.

As you can no doubt tell, I am somewhat preoccupied with my research. Unless your question pertains to my work, please direct all matters to my sister, Maren.

A small group of us have been studying some relics from the recent assault on the city. The items appear to have been infused with latent void magic, which I believe has greatly increased their potential. The items' physical properties have also been altered, giving them all a striking look! Interesting, isn't it? Once we are sure they pose no threat to our own, we can start outfitting our troops with them and use this power against our enemies!

Oh, hello there!

I hope you're not wasting my time, human.

<Lady Darkglen sighs.> Due to the current climate of Silvermoon, it was unwise to have my usual... entourage here in the city. While dear Blocciniux is away, I have an alternate. Do try to behave in front of him, hmm? He's quite dedicated to his job.

On her approach to... everything! Studying historical sites, investigating strange magic, and even preserving relics of power! 'Lady' Darkglen isn't so much keen to preserve our history as she is to understand the darkness that threatens it. Even if that means taking a more destructive approach.

A part of the Reliquary? Me? I'm afraid not. I've always found their work to be rather fascinating--I've even contributed to Tae'thelan's lavish fundraisers that finance his expeditions. But sadly, the High Examiner has never granted me membership. I must have offended him at some point. <Lady Darkglen offers a coy smirk.> And yet, when the need arose for someone with an intrigue for both dark magic and history alike, none were as suited to the task as I was. He couldn't deny my credentials, so in turn he sent Andoren here to lecture me on... well, I've stopped listening to his prattle if I'm being honest.

<Lady Darkglen tilts her head as she looks you over.> Now, what can an important priest like yourself do for me?

Young... I was the oldest Explorer-In-Training at the basecamp! Plus I had been starting to work with Rae'ana studying artifacts. She agreed to take me on as an apprentice. I have never been to a city like Silvermoon. It is so grand! We got to visit Valdrakken once, but there are so many more people here.

<Maren glances at Mayven before looking back at you with a smile.> Yes. Twin sister, in fact. We both shared a common fondness for magic, which led us to pursue further studies within the Magister's Terrace. I went down one path... and she went down another. It's been a few years since our fallout, but I'm grateful she's back. She's may be a bit... cold sometimes but she's harmless. Well, mostly. <Maren scrunches her nose as if doubting her own words.>

Oh don't tell me you're also here to side with Lady Darkglen, Priest ?

These machines are fantastic! How could they operate with no anomalies or chance of failure? Oh, excuse me. Did you need something?

After Xal'atath's initial attack on the Sunwell, a hidden cache of armor and weapons was discovered in the wreckage. We believe some of these may have been stashed here since the Legion's takeover of the Sunwell Plateau. It took us a bit to catalogue and check for any unsafe anomalies that may have formed during the years they were hidden, but we've managed to sort through them all. With more volunteers joining the Ranger Captain's strike force, we're going to need all the weapons and armor we can get.

Greetings, human.

The forces of the Void and the Hal'hadar are relentless in their onslaught. We must remain vigilant and ready.

Of course we should but at what cost? There must be a way to both preserve what is ours and defeat the enemies at our doorstep. We can do both, despite what Lady Darkglen thinks. Her obsession with dark powers has shattered her once-delicate approach to such things.

It is a great honor to represent Harandar in this grand city.

Welcome to my Inn, weary traveler. What can I do for you?

Our banner should be outside by the natural beauty of the goddess, not locked within a hut.

This is such an interesting find!

Welcome, adventurer! Have you been aiding in the defense of Quel'Thalas against the recent incursions? I'd be happy to exchange your hard-earned Field Accolades for the new weapons and armor we've recently discovered. I'm also happy to exchange any Dark Particles you may find during these incursions for Field Accolades. My sister and the other ren'dorei are studying them in hopes of better understanding who and where these attacks are coming from.

The Ranger Captain acknowledges that my experience in relic study will be invaluable against the host of threats in the days ahead. Before this, I was cataloging relics for the Dragonscale Expedition. When our camp heard of the attack on the Sunwell, I joined those who raced to return home to Silvermoon. I have not forgotten when the people of Quel'Thalas rallied to defend Suramar years ago. I will help in any way I can.

The undead are a taint upon Azeroth! Every one of you creatures deserves to be destroyed!

By order of his royal highness, King Anduin Wrynn, all able-bodied citizens of the Alliance are to report to Pilot Hammerfoot at South Gate Outpost. The destruction of the Stonewrought Dam and the resurgence of the kobolds and troggs has the mountaineers stretched thin. Reinforcements are desperately needed! Travel east through South Gate Pass from eastern Dun Morogh to reach South Gate Outpost. For the glory and honor of the Alliance!

I'm pleased to see that you're up and walking around, adventurer. You've held up nicely, especially after being dead for so long! Others weren't as lucky. If you wouldn't mind, I need you to fetch my embalming fluid and some twine to stitch up these bodies. You'll find both in the Shadow Grave, the building just behind me. Here, Darnell will join you. He knows the way.

I can not train you. You need to talk to your class trainer.

Get away from me, you monster! Don't look at me! I'm hideous!

By order of his royal highness, King Anduin Wrynn, all able-bodied citizens of the Alliance are to report to Priestess Dentaria at Lor'danel in Darkshore. The people of Lor'danel need your aid in caring for the survivors of Auberdine's destruction and securing their town against Twilight's Hammer. Speak to Vesprystus, the hippogryph master at Rut'theran Village outside of Darnassus and he'll arrange a flight to Darkshore. For the glory and honor of the Alliance!

Get away from me, you abomination!

Don't let the humans in the Bazaar fool ye lass, with the subway those gnomes built it's easier than ye might think to transport goods from Ironforge. If they try to tack on import fees just tell them yer gonna buy yer gear from me.

Hello there. You must be... adventurer?

A few days ago we sent two Guards, Rolf and Malakai, to investigate along the river, and they have not yet returned. To complete my report, I must know what happened to those men. Travel north along the river and find the guards... or their remains.

You see those salty looking guys in red? That's the Irontide crew. They're the worst of the worst. Cutthroats and brigands, to a man. Irontide wouldn't be guarding the docks if they didn't stand to gain something... Lighten their pockets. See what kinda hardware they've got.

Hail, adventurer. Wild animals are growing more and more aggressive the farther we get from Goldshire, and the Eastvale Logging Camp suffers nearly constant attacks from wolves and bears! We could use your help out here.

Have you felt the tremors, druid? Something has cleaved this land in two. But we druids can sense other tremors, as well. Life is stirring in lands once dry and lifeless. The oases around the Crossroads are suddenly blooming. I can sense a power leaking its way to the surface, but from where? Is it related to the disaster that shattered the Barrens? We must find the source. Travel to the Forgotten Pools, northwest of the Crossroads. Search its waters for a source of power, then return here.

<Valdred looks back down at his hands.> I suppose this is my fate then. Hah! Part of an undead army. Somehow I never considered that I might end up fighting for the Forsaken. <He looks back up at you.> What do I do now?

Yes, murlocs have settled in and around the streams of eastern Elwynn. We don't know why they are here, but they are aggressive and at least semi-intelligent.

You will find the items within the Shadow Grave. I believe I left them on my work table.

I... died? Yes, you're right. I died. It was an orc... he cut off my hands, and left me to die. <Valdred looks down at his hands.> These aren't my hands! THESE AREN'T MY HANDS!

Exactly what I needed. You'll be an asset to the Forsaken, adventurer. You know, word has it that you were quite the mage in your previous life. Perhaps I should assign you to a more exciting task.

Ready to head face-first into a den of snakes?

How is a locksmith supposed to make a living in a world with no locked doors?

Oh really? Fine. I don't want to join you and your Forsaken. Maybe I'll start my own Forsaken! Maybe I'll invent Forsaken with elbows!

What... what's going on? Who are you? What happened to me?