Tirisfal Glades

All Forsaken begin their un-lives in Tirisfal Glades. No race is more isolated than the Forsaken. Fighting not only against the Alliance forces but also the Undead Scourge held in ghastly thrall by the Lich King, few among even their allies in the Horde ranks would deem them trustworthy. Their presence is an aberration against nature, and their core motivations under the demon lord Verimathras are cloudy at best. Despite all the distrust, you'll note that many of the Forsaken simply wish to carry on their lives as before the Plague came; as you journey through Tirisfal Glades you'll see the twisted trappings of a humdrum existance. Apart from a few morbidly ambitious apothecaries, the Forsaken stance is predominantly defensive. In many ways, the Forsaken are two things they never wished to be: alive and alone. Yet, in defiance of their fate- an attitude reminiscent of the humans they once were, they carry on despite the circumstances. You can see why some have called World of Warcraft's Undead a roleplayer's dream come true. Map can be found here

This is the starting area for the Undead race. Characters start in Deathknell.

The Undercity, capital city to the Undead race, is located in the south-central part of the zone.

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Forging inland, the high elves founded a settlement within the tranquil Tirisfal Glades. After a few years, many of them began to go mad. It was theorized that something evil slept beneath that particular part of the world, but the rumors were never proven to be true.

Whispering Forest. Evil. Madness. Beneath. Tirisfal Glades.

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I do so to give credence to what I am about to write, for these words came from Kegan's lips and it is my hope that my colleagues will, upon reading this journal, know why I believe what he said:

"Remnants of the Old Gods still linger in the deep hollows of the world. New forces seek to harness that ancient power, and those who succeed will have a terrible weapon against their enemies."

That is what Kegan uttered as he handed his bloodstone pendant to me, and there was fear, and maybe reverence, in his eyes as he did so. And as his hands met with mine they lingered, as if reluctant to give up the pendant. Revulsion swept through me, yet to this day I know not if I reviled against his dead flesh pressed to mine, or if the pendant itself made my skin crawl.

For I felt a power within it. A deep, hidden, hungry power. And one yearning for release.

Or, is bloodstone made of blood? And if so, then whose blood? Mine? The blood of any human? Any animal?

Or maybe bloodstone is the blood of some unknown thing, the very thing that Kegan had both feared and revered when he handed me his pendant.

Bloodstone. Old God. "New forces seek to harness that ancient power"

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I came to Tarren Mill to research, but now must resolve a crisis. You see, four Forsaken fled the Undercity a few months ago. They turned their backs on their brethren, but what's worse...they stole from the Dark Lady.

These thieves broke into a secure vault and stole four artifacts, items our apothecaries required in certain studies. Sylvanas would have these artifacts returned.

The thieves fled the Undercity to Dalaran, and those wizards quarantined them in the Lordamere Internment Camp.

"...they stole from the Dark Lady." [item=3691]. [item=3689]. [item=3690]. [item=3688]. Bloodstone. Old God. "our apothecaries required in certain studies." "New forces seek to harness that ancient power"

Periods. Exclamation! Tinfoil hat.