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.

The ingredients I've got are... suspicious at best. Eh, with your help I'm sure it'll be at least edible.

To the south lays Gnarldor Isle, where some burly giants seem to have taken home. They're none too friendly and we give them a wide berth. To the west are the crypts and temples where the snakes emerged from. My crew is a superstitious sort and don't like messing with graves, so we thought to leave the quiet lands alone. We didn't expect venom to spew from the mountains and flying snakes with two heads! You'd best be getting on with your soldiers. I could use your help around here later, but for now it seems we have an outpost to fortify. You're a ray of hope, Nerfwins.

'Twas a cursed land, even before the snakes emerged. Many a crewmate found themselves attacked by the souls of the dead that wander here, and we've found a number of other Zandalari ships that met the fate of ours. To the north, we've made allies with a hermit by the name of Ofi, an Amani exile. She prefers to keep to herself, but is the only friendly face we've seen. To the east, the island turns to muck and mud, and a combination of murlocs and spirits make their home there. The murlocs have a crazed glint in their eyes... a curse that spread to some of my crewmates as well. As for the spirits, some of them seem friendly enough while others attack you on sight. We've generally found it best to avoid the dead.

We'd been sailing Torga's Beak, a gift given to us by the Zandalari, when out of nowhere a great white serpent broke our hull. My crew acted quickly, and took us to shore before we took on too much water. Would have been better to let the ship sink and swim back to Zul'Aman, but little did we know the trap we had put ourselves in. After establishing ourselves on the island, we built small dinghies to escape--only to find the fogs constantly turning us back to shore. We've spent the last few years making this place a home. We had begun to acclimate, until just a day ago when the foul serpents poured forth from the mountainside. My crew scattered across this cursed island. What cruel winds, for the fog to lift only now.

It be good to see some fresh faces around here. My crew and I have been stranded for over seven years, and we were beginning to believe we'd have to rebuild society from scratch!

What do you seek, priest?

All that's left here is me and de captain. De curse I cast keeps us from movin' on.

Train a dog, I said. How hard could it be, I said. I need to stop talking.

We are blessed to live in Harandar, and we treat that as a responsibility. The roots of World Trees wind through these lands, and we must tend to them to make sure that they continue to thrive. I am Cyenna, Charge Nurse of Nordrassil. It is a responsibility I take very seriously.

Greetings. Are you seeking instruction in alchemy?

Greetings. Are you seeking instruction in enchanting?

Which Midnight Specialization would you like to relearn?

The Catalyst can infuse great power into items, enhancing them and pushing their potential further than ever before!

A sight to behold, is it not? Since the time of Dath'Remar, the elves have used this great forge to craft armor of unparalleled might. It is said that the flames were first stoked by the soul of a phoenix who thought it a fitting nest, and that its power still weaves itself through every creation. We will permit you to share in its gifts.

What do you seek, priest?

How may I help you?

Silvermoon is grateful for your aid.

Our hunt is far from over. Keep your ears and eyes open, Nerfwins.

Every whisper silenced is a step closer towards our true quarry.

It is said the blessings of a phoenix long-forgotten seep through every swing of the hammer and bellow of flames at this forge. That is why any who are serious about their craft come from all over to forge their creations here at this spot. Perhaps though, all that power is just superstition. A way for the Sunstrider dynasty to give power to the powerless. Yet again, perhaps it is not. Give it a try, won't you?

These soldiers--dey are too young to remember the time before de loa gave us their help. So de loa can't come here. So? Let me tell a legend dat takes place before the loa helped our kind. Maybe you heard of it? Or maybe you want to see it for yourself...

This is a Spark of Tides. Every week, one of these sparks will appear while on your adventures. In its current state, it's rather useless, but acquiring more will allow you to craft powerful items. Reagents like these are malleable, robust, and the prize for many crafters. This is a unique crafting material that can help an item achieve expertise beyond that of mortal ability.

Are these tortollans lost? How long have dey been here? We have a settlement of dem near de Shrine of Filo, but dis is a place dey should not be. A day not long ago, I would have chased dem off. But we've been havin' good luck with outsiders. <A hint of a smile crosses Zul'jarra's face. It's the first you've seen since before Malacrass's return.> We should talk to dem. Maybe dey know how dis started.

With so many new residents, mail in the neighborhoods is really starting to pile up. So many routes and just one of me! If only I could deputize an assistant mail carrier... Say, Nerfwins, would you be willing to help out? I've got some juicy parcels from the dead letter office I could offer in thanks.

Back so soon? Impressive!

Do you have time to break a curse, priest? I'm what remains of a loa speaker of Gral. I kept de prisoners in line on Gral's Belly. But we crashed, I died, and de prisoners escaped. My powers didn't work on de livin' anymore. But they did work on de captain, who'd died with me. Terrified of his anger at my failure, I set up a ritual to trap him in de ship using my own bones. My soul has leeched into de bones after all this time, and now I can't move them. Would you bring my bones to me?

You have our gratitude, priest. Silvermoon stands stronger thanks to your skills.

Dis is de ruins of an Amani town. It must be what remains of de settlement here before de bridge fell and de island fell prey to de curse. But if even de loa can't come here, how have these tortollans survived? Why are dey here?

We have long tended to the roots with the help of the creatures who live and grow here. Think of it as a symbiotic relationship from which we, the creatures, and the roots all benefit. That said, my partner Riverscale isn't contributing very much lately! Please help me find a way to motivate him again. First, you must cleanse off the essence of the outside. Cleanse yourself in the waters of Har'kuai.

You're that stranger I've been hearing about, aren't you? I'm Su'meera, apprentice painter to Ja'kul. You heard of him? No? Maybe his work hasn't made it to your lands. That makes sense, I guess. Anyhow, I heard you like helping people out. Well, a few important things went missing when Ja'kul was attacked and killed. I want them back. Will you meet me near Blooming Lattice?