I have returned to the Sholozar Basin to finish some long overdue tasks in that lush and florid region.
Upon completing my business in Stormwind, I traveled to Dalaran via my trusty Hearthstone. After a quick jaunt across the city to the flight deck, I undertook a relatively short flight west by southwest, at the conclusion of which I found myself once more in the camp of my old teacher and friend, Hemet Nesingwary. Upon completion of some hunting tests for the old boy and his men, as well as a spot of distillery, the legendary dwarf huntsman dispatched me to the northern part of the zone to check in with a detachment from his expedition. For sake of reference, here is a map of the entire area, prepared during my initial foray into the zone some months ago, just a few weeks prior to the Feast of Winter's Veil:
No sooner had I landed in the northern camp via my faithful gryphon, Greygroemer, but I found myself trekking out again in search of drakes and their progeny on behalf of the camp's leader, the somewhat-aptly-named Dorian Drakestalker. Upon completion of that task, there remained work to be done in furtherance of whatever seemingly-mad scheme these drakehunters have in mind. That will have to wait until this evening. In the meantime, rest, refreshment, and perhaps a dip in the nearby lake. Which reminds me: at the Nesingwary offshoot, an envoy from Dalaran tasked me with the job of obtaining some spell components from the hydras that dwell within the aforementioned waters. I haven't fought such creatures in ages. I look forward to the coming battles.
One final thing before I sign off for now. As I flew upon gryphon wings to the northern camp, I spotted in the distance the familiar sight of an extraordinary being with whom I had joined in battle in the not-too-distant past: the Avatar of Freya. Continuing her battle against the overspilling hordes of the Lich King and their allies, she tasked me with a number of quests in furtherance of our mutual goals. Given my particular talents for covering great distances in relatively small periods of time, as well as my hard-won familiarity with the area, I completed her tasks with what would appear to the untrained eye as ease.
First, I engaged an encampment of explosives-wielding death cultists, dispatching them and their strange devices celeritously. I almost referred to the aforementioned bombs as "strange," and then it occurred to me: I've seen similar devices before, in the hands of the cursed tribe know as the Dark Iron Dwarves. As all Dwarven kind and friendly kin know, I am an ally to the sons of the stone, but not those foul creatures. It is my sincere hope that an allegiance between the Lich King's followers and that troublesome nation is not in the works. That is not something Alliance headquarters is prepared to face at this time. But I digress . . .
Returning to my tasks on behalf of Freya's Aspect, I reported to the Lifewarden and informing her of my success, and she again enlisted me as the hand of her wrath. Destination: the Glimmering Pillar. Objective: neutralize the cultist's attempt to destroy that powerful font of both magic and The Light. Result: upon blowing Freya's Horn atop the shining pinnacle while beset by the foul death sect's members, the Titanic might of the ancient powers contained within said Horn neutralized the cultist presence, restoring the natural balance of things. I then reported my success to my taskgiver, whence she tasked me anew.
My current mission on her behalf involves the activation of something called the Waygate. This portal leads to an area that will grant me access to the powerful weapon I need to halt the charge of the Lich King's undead forces into Sholazar. Where it will take me, I know not. However, I feel as if my tasks on behalf of Nesingwary and his men is somehow related to my charge from the Titanic aspect. This is not certain, but what is sure is that I have many masters in my current undertakings, and the many trails upon which I tread are, and will always be, fraught with peril! For the LIGHT!
