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• Description: (empty) → Into the blood, I dared not peer. A chilling voice, from empty mirror.

• Description: (empty) → Her faith, her heart, saved not a soul; through rose fall streets, a ringing toll. For on the eve, when darkness fell, the dead rose fast, that haunting bell.

A fragrant plume, as sharp as thorn, a tulips edge, from Greenseer's scorn.

A red-touched rose, by beauty's gaze. Small black-tipped thorns, its pain betrays.

A single rose, its petals bled, bloomed thrice in size, in gardens bed.

On twisted oak, a petalled crown, of blazing red, at sunset down.

From seed and root, from beds well-groomed, in green-lit paths, her flowers bloomed.

Teaches you how to summon this mount. This is a flying mount.

A prowler's preferred cape. A shoulder may be discarded to leave an arm free for pilfering.

A prowler's preferred cape. A shoulder may be discarded to leave an arm free for pilfering.

Of verdant green, of natures hue, a simple look, and worn anew.

A gentle plum shade, this color so fair, a mantle like this is a must-have wear.

A darkened dirk, a red-gazed eye, its dual prongs, tells all but lies.

On shimmering wings of gold-lined jewels, carries fourth her words, over dream-lit pools.

We dig through mud, 'neath roots and stone, we fetch the 'shrooms, for ragged crones!

A jester's axe, with regal bells, the Maddened Faire, the eye compels.

Distract your enemies with this flashy ensemble.

Distract your enemies with this flashy ensemble.

Distract your enemies with this flashy ensemble.

On fae-touched wings as her couriers glide. When the Fae Queen calls, the fae folk abide.

By noble hand, with gavel's spark, a courtly rule, strikes gnarled bark.

On wing or hoof, in forest's blue, the Fairy Kin, seek answers true.

With lutes and pipe, the horned-ones played. A fairy song, in dream-lit shade.

The ravens! The ravens! All dusk in plume; their feathers plucked, a madman's doom!

From dusk through dawn, her voice will sing, to keep at bay, the Nightmare King.

Teaches you how to summon this mount.

In the green-wrapped woods, shaped from mud and murk, with mushrooms in hand, the forest-folks lurk.

Come roll the die, the bold and great, this Maddened Faire will test your fate!

Her words cried out, through twilit lands, the Court of Night in her own hands. <Unique Ammunition>

Teaches you how to summon this mount.

It comes, it stalks, that dreaded stare. With twisted horns, and oaken hair.

Of bones and stone, and wood and blood, a gnarled thing, rose from the mud.

From blood to stones, the old ones cried, with gnarled roots, a wickered guide.

From stone they called, an ancient curse, a whispered voice sang haunted verse.

Teaches you how to summon this mount.

In pine woods old, where darkness creeps, through mountain paths, where black bone weeps.

I'll take the one to the East and you take the northern one. Once they're both active, I'm sure we'll receive our reward!

Against scale and bone, our boomsticks blast, as tooth and claw, tore down the mast.

On altar stones, sat blood and bone. From blackened rifts, an unseen groan.

Out from the fog, the temples loom, a silent rock, a salt-stained tomb.

A guided quest, a fossil old, a long lost isle, where fates unfold.

We take to sea, we raise the sail, aboard the waves, the winds prevail!

With a crew and ship and tattered sails, with Captain's luck, our search prevails.

Unique to Uldaman, these security disc fragments tie the refti constructs directly to the main security system.

Tyr replied that he did not consider his argent hand a reminder of defeat. For him it was a symbol of the sacrifice he had made to defend Azeroth, and he wanted the world to see it that way as well.

Lady Liadrin's prized sword. Salandria wanted you to have it.

Lady Liadrin's beloved shield. Salandria wanted you to have it.

Teaches you how to summon this mount.

Grants the user special access to Uldaman and its security systems.

Grants the user special access to the Archives in Dornogal and its Coreway systems.

Grants the user special access to Uldaman and its security systems.

Teaches you how to summon this mount.

In the darkest of woods, strays a man in a cloak. With a hat made of night, silver stakes made of oak.

Through the old forest, she strode, her brimmed hat unbent. In her coat she was armed, silver bullets unspent.

Not all tales have a happy ending.

By blade or by stake, the monsters shall sear. By silver marked rounds, the Slayers they fear.

A silvered round, in holy shell, a shrapnel's blast, three witches fell.

Includes a hood and mask.

A darkened path, at twilight's rise. Traveler in black, their shadows prize.

A verdant path, in forests bright. Traveler in green, their path in sight.

A haunting path, where passions blaze. Traveler in red, their hunger strays.

A somber path, down dreary skies. Traveler in blue, their wordless sighs.

A humble path, on dirt or road. Traveler in brown, their path unslowed.

A silent path, with stones askew. Traveler in white, their worries few.

Information compiled by the Lorewalkers on Thrall.

Teaches you how to summon this mount.

Teaches you how to summon this mount.

Teaches you how to summon this mount.

Through autumn trees or snow-capped hills, a fur-lined coat fights off the chills.

By salt, by waves, by chill-boned seas, an oiled coat against the freeze.

With pockets many and buttons few, a salt-stained coat for smuggler's crew.

The Watchman stood, upon their wall, a silent deed to bare. But when the holy host arrived, their flames were none to spare.

A humble tunic, a finely sewn vest, a simple attire for the humbly dressed.

The sharpest of fits, a formal attire. A black and white wear, that many desire.

On sunny-side days, with blue vest on white, a simple attire, a simple delight.

Fit for the tavern, or down by the pier, a fine simple choice, any time of year.

A neat folded collar, all dashing in pink, oh this vest will turn heads, with maybe a wink.

A wine-soaked shirt and a charcoal vest, a striking fine look for simply the best.

He hacked and he chopped, that axe that he swung, as splintered wood fell, the ancient oaks sung.

Within its halls, a lone knight stood, to guard the sick, the weak and good.

With blade in hand, the headsman swung, to cull the sick, that death toll rung.

With blade in hand, as flames drew close, they faced their foe, a mighty host.

In the haze of night, as illness crept, a butcher stalked the holy sept.

The hunter's blade, of wood and steel, through forests brush, the woods reveal.

On blood stained stones, with wicked blade, by whispered words, a price was paid.

Down paths and trails, the traveler's walk. The old woods groan, their branches talk.

Alone in the woods, where the Greenseers roam. Through creaky old woods, she has found her home.

When weapons fall, and shields break, a hidden blade, a last mistake.

No debt for coin, nor paid in gold, a gnarled hand, with blade of old.

A weighted maul, of iron make, with heavy swing, bones crack and break.

To build a house, he worked and bled, a loving wife he'd never wed.

The whispers spoke, on dreaded waves. Upon the isle, those bloody glaives.

Upon the towns, when chaos spread, to quell the thieves, he took their head.

To build a house, of mighty oak, with years long spent, his love unbroke.

The poacher stalks, with string and bow. Through gnarled woods, the watcher's know.

A heavy swing, a sturdy guard, on groaning wood, deaths fate was barred.

A simple staff, a witch's cane. With crooked smile, a magic name.

A hat in dark woods, with fear in the air. The silver crow skull, all witches, beware.

In ancient dark crypts, skull cap on their head, with blood and with words, the curse shall be spread.

Teaches you how to summon this mount. This is a flying mount.

Information compiled by the Lorewalkers on the titans.

Information compiled by the Lorewalkers on the Keeper Tyr.

Teaches you how to summon this companion.

Teaches you how to summon this companion.

Information compiled by the Lorewalkers on Jaina.

Teaches you how to summon this companion.

Teaches you how to summon this companion.

Let the hunt begin!

Hand-enchanted by Ayada the White. Guaranteed to not light up any room.

Black hats on top, black coats to wear, a dashing look, a side-long stare.

A proper hat and simple coat, a poets look, to rhyme and quote.

For days by the market, or days in the crowd, a tailor's handy work, for you to wear proud.

A stroll into town, through markets and stall, a hat on her head and songs to recall.

No matter the tale or story, nor season or day, a well-covered traveler will always find their way.

They're carved from leaves or bone or rock, these fairy masks, they whisper-talk. But masks of wood with eyes all blue, beware their stares with thorns askew.

To peer and to read, oh to tell quite the tale. Gather 'round my dear friends, so I may regale.

Teaches you how to summon this companion.

Teaches you how to summon this companion.

Teaches you how to summon this companion.

Teaches you how to summon this companion.

A simple bow can turn anything into a gift.

Teaches you how to summon this companion.

Teaches you how to summon this mount.

One potion or two, to take on the road. From vial or tome, a gift is bestowed.

In the dark, black woods, as old as the stones, on parchment as white as freshly cleaned bones.

Every bullet has a tale to tell.

Slay on, slayer.

Teaches you how to summon this mount.

Built to survive the harsh Tanaris desert. This bounty hunter kit knows no equal.

Teaches you how to summon this mount.

An expert trapper is nothing without expert trappings.

Ancient Titan runes are just decipherable on the fragment. Grand Master Rommath may be interested in this if you bring it to him in the Lycaneum.

Ancient Titan runes are just decipherable on the fragment. Grand Master Rommath may be interested in this if you bring it to him in the Lycaneum.

Contains an abundance of Records of Great Deeds collected by the Storyteller.

• Description: (empty) → This platinum disc is surprisingly symmetrical and devoid of any scratches or imperfections. Engraved along its edge, bold runes spell out the word "ARCHIVUM."

• Description: (empty) → This message, entrusted to you by the constellar Algalon, will stop re-origination, informing the titans that "all is well."

• Description: (empty) → A letter from Tyr's Exemplar of Compassion.

• Description: (empty) → Doubles as a stir-stick for the most vile of Apothecary concoctions.

• Description: (empty) → Stained with venom and whispering promises of one more kill.

• Description: <Unique Ammunition> → Best wielded during eclipses or family gatherings. <Unique Ammunition>

• Description: (empty) → A bouquet of death.

• Description: <Unique Ammunition> → The wand hums with decay, eager to spoil all it touches. <Unique Ammunition>

• Description: (empty) → Not the most obvious of weapons.

• Description: (empty) → Every body it puts into the ground becomes a nursery for contagion.

• Description: Teaches you how to craft a Ominous Octopus Lure. → Teaches you how to craft an Ominous Octopus Lure.

• Description: High Elf fletchers adorn their arrows with the shed plumeage of Hinterland Gryphons. → High Elf fletchers adorn their arrows with the shed plumage of Hinterland Gryphons.

• Description: A random assortment of from your neighbors. Try trading 3 of them to Griftah. He doesn't need to know they aren't worth much. → A random assortment of items from your neighbors. Try trading 3 of them to Griftah. He doesn't need to know they aren't worth much.

• Description: Contains a small amount Corrosive Coins. → Contains 100 Corrosive Coins.

• Description: So in the storm, the settlers still, all huddled in the cold. The huntsman's form, through snow, did fade, his bells no longer tolled.' → So in the storm, the settlers still, all huddled in the cold. The huntsman's form, through snow, did fade, his bells no longer tolled.

• Description: On ice and fear, the settlers held, where did their huntsman dwell? But on the wind, they heard it ring, a single haunting bell.' → On ice and fear, the settlers held, where did their huntsman dwell? But on the wind, they heard it ring, a single haunting bell.

• Description: A curved, wicked blade, touched by the very breath of ancient woods, its haunting toll rings. → A curved, wicked blade, touched by the very breath of ancient woods. Its haunting toll rings.

• Description: But one day they crossed, their vision skewed, winds screamed where few did dare. To find a path, he bid them stay, his bells tolled through the air.' → But one day they crossed, their vision skewed, winds screamed where few did dare. To find a path, he bid them stay, his bells tolled through the air.

• Description: (empty) → Legends speak of a bone-clad wight, touched by hands of darkened sight. As cold as ice and old as stone, in winters woods, lurks fears unknown.

• Description: And so it's told, through Drustvar's woods, a tale of cautioned price. When winter falls, the children fear: the Bell-Tolls on the Ice.' → And so it's told, through Drustvar's woods, a tale of caution's price. When winter falls, the children fear: the Bell-Tolls on the Ice.

• Description: (empty) → The frost-touched scythe shimmers like ice in the cold, starless night; a frozen scream lost in the winter's wind.