Author's Note

This chapter and story would not have been possible or as good without my co-writer and friend Xarmar's help in providing much-needed information.

Chapter 15: When knowledge opens new doors

Presently, at Torghast inside The Maw

Zovaal is trapped in his fortress, watching the events occur through the helm. Absolutely furious at how his plans were derailed by the mortals, finally seeing a chance to take action and get his plans back on track while venting out his anger on the inhabitants of the world where Icecrown Citadel was banished to. He grins evilly and chuckles, saying, "Looks like I get to have a little fun after all..." He takes control of Arthas's body after throwing his heart away, then summons his steed and rides back to Icecrown to think of what to do next.

Arthas' body sits atop his throne, unoccupied as Zovaal controls it and looks down at Frostmourne resting against the throne, then reaches down and picks it up. Zovaal glares at the sword and focuses on the souls trapped within it, singling out one soul in particular and telepathically shouts, "ARTHAS, YOU INSUFFERABLE FAILURE!!! I HAVE TO PUT MY PLANS ON HOLD BECAUSE OF WHAT THOSE WRETCHED MORTALS DID!" He calms himself down a little and chuckles sadistically thinking, 'But I should also thank those mortals for introducing a new world for me to make plans for once I'm finished with Azeroth.'

He looks up from the sword at the world around Arthas and smiles saying, "This world is so young and full of life, it won't take nearly as much work to prepare this world..."

In the throne room inside the castle in Canterlot

Luna sits upon the throne, lost in thoughts about the troubling news she got from her sister several hours ago about what happened in the Crystal Empire. She lets out a sad sigh and decides to spend the rest of the night patrolling the Dream Realm, getting herself comfortable to shift her consciousness over.

As she shifts over to the Dream Realm, she senses some pony having a nightmare and makes her way towards their dream.

Celestia tosses and turns in her bed as she has a nightmare about Equestria being ruled by her father. She sits up and gasps after she saw him raise her sister into his service and cries out, "NO! NOT MY SISTER!"

She sobs at realizing it was just a nightmare and shakes her head, then lies back down to return to sleep. As she closes her eyes and drifts off, she opens her eyes and looks around to find herself in a cage. She looks around the area that is somewhat familiar and yet very strange to her, she then tries to use her magic to get out of the cage but nothing happens. She becomes worried and raises her hands to feel the horn on her forehead, seeing that she is in heavy metal chains. She continues to reach up to feel her horn, only to cause her to become more afraid as she only feels a stump where it used to be.

A chuckle catches Celestia's attention as she looks for where it came from when the voice all-too-familiar speaks, "Well well, it appears that my mentor has finally decided to wake up my love. What shall we do with her today?"

Celestia gasps as her eyes land on her prized student Twilight, having a very different appearance now. Her mane is a deep purple, her coat is pitch black and appears to be decomposing in some places. The worst thing that she sees about her is that her eyes glow a bright blue and emit a blue mist and asks, "Wha...What happened to you Twilight, why do you look like that?"

Nightmare Twilight looks and smiles at her former mentor's scrawny frame then answers, "Did you forget already, silly pony? Hey, I look damn sexy compared to the others who were struck by the plague. My husband defeated you and your sister at Canterlot five years ago, you did your best to save the surviving ponies. Unfortunately for you, the citizens were already infected with the plague and your sister was torn in half by Sindy. When you saw her body like that, you transformed and attacked her with all your power. You didn't pay attention and lost your horn to my dear's lovely blade, your wings followed shortly after and you fell from the sky. I found you unconscious in an alley of pony corpses, then brought you to Ponyville after the new citadel was built. You were catatonic for 3 years until I forced you to watch me give birth, and your first words to me about my child were, "What an abomination, just like its horse of a mother." She then narrows her eyes and stomps up to her, then gathers saliva in her mouth and spits on her face saying, "I am lucky enough to have a chance to bear a child for my beloved Arthas, you however, will never have that chance after my new mentor, Professor Putricide is finished with you. He has taught me many things about a pony's body..."

Luna enters the dream of her sister and wonders what the nightmare is about and watches curiously for a moment, waiting for when it becomes too much.

She stares at Twilight in shock and horror as her mind reels at what she just heard when she hears heavy booted footsteps coming her way, turning her head to look at who she instinctually knows to be her father's and shrinks in size a little, nervously saying, "Papa...did......did I disappoint you?" Her eyes land on a heavy metal boot stopping before the light and travel up the towering form of her father as he comes to stand beside Twilight.

Nightmare Arthas looks down at his daughter and chuckles saying, "Not as big of a disappointment as your sister was, she is part of my new abomination now. You are still a failure in my eyes, you couldn't protect your own beloved ponies from me......though you never really had a chance once I destroyed the two hopes you had in ever beating me. Now all of Equestria belongs...to me!" He then looks to his wife and says, "I have subjects in need of my guidance on how to be good slaves...do what you wish to that miserable failure." He then looks back over his shoulder and says with venom in his voice, "She's been dead to me since she failed her kingdom..." and then walks away out of the hall.

Twilight walks a little closer with a cruel smile on her face and caresses her abdomen saying, "You would have made a wonderful mother once, but I shall bear your children for you. I will have to talk to my mentor about getting a body upgrade to allow multiple pregnancies at the same time, he will be so glad to hear my request when I tell him to harvest the parts that make you a mare..."

Celestia's eyes tremble and dart around wildly as she starts to scream out in terror and starts to shrink even further, repeatedly screaming, "NO!!!!"

Luna has had and heard enough of this nightmare and stomps her hoof shouting, "ENOUGH NIGHTMARE, BEGONE! Trouble my sister no more."

She stops screaming once she sees the hall vanish into a black mist and quickly looks over to her sister, desperation filling her eyes as tears stream down her face. Wanting to desperately hug her sister, she scrambles to her hooves and races over to her and tackle-hugs her saying, "Oh Lulu! It is really you...you saved me from that horrid nightmare, thank you!"

The lunar princess pats her sister on the back lovingly and sighs saying, "I am sorry I couldn't come sooner, but you woke up when I reached your dream."

Celestia sobs as she holds her sister tightly and nuzzles into her while she returns to her normal size when she is startled awake by a familiar pop indicating that there is a new message from Spike.

Luna is thrown out of the dream roughly by her sudden awakening and hits the Dream Realm's corridor wall hard saying, "OOF... It always hurts when they are startled from their slumber like that. I wonder what caused my sister to wake so suddenly, I shall have to go investigate once my patrol of the dream realm is over."

The solar princess groans in annoyance at the late hour Twilight had Spike send the letter, then sits up in her see-through golden yellow lace night dress and turns the crystal lamp on. She then scans the room for the offending parchment. Finding it a few moments later just off the edge of the bed, she leans over the edge and reaches out to grab it.

Celestia grabs the scroll and sits back up, breaking the seal on it. Opening the scroll, she begins to read it quietly, wondering what is so urgent that makes Twilight send a letter this late at night.

The lunar princess searches for another nightmare to deal with when she hears someone calling her name and transfers her consciousness back to her body, slowly opening her eyes as she sits on the throne to see her sister standing before her in a golden yellow lace night dress with an opened scroll clutched in her hand and says, "What is the matter Celly, what causes you to be up at this hour and not properly dressed?" She starts to worry a little and asks, "Is father attacking Equestria?!"

She shakes her head no and blushes lightly at her sister's admonishing her for her lack of proper clothing, then says, "No Lulu, we have visitors from father's world over at Twilight's. Come with me so we can go find out why they are here." She then grabs her sister's hand and starts to walk out of the room.

Luna is pulled from the throne by her sister and tries to keep up with her quick walk, seeing how little she is actually wearing and frantically says, "Can you at least put some under clothing on under that dress before we go see foreign dignitaries?!"

Celestia continues on her way, not caring about how she is dressed and says, "There's no time for that and I want to know why they are here and what they know about where our father came from!"

At Twilight's home in Ponyville

Tyrande looks at Twilight warily and crosses her arms saying, "Forgive me if I don't take your word that Arthas's daughters are nothing like their father, the proof lies within seeing it for yourself."

Twilight sighs and nods her head saying, "But I can promise you that they are not evil." Wanting to change the subject and satisfy her thirst for knowledge, she asks, "Would you mind telling me more about yourselves? What is a druid and do you each have magic that you specialize in?"

She smiles softly at how curious the pony is and nods her head answering, "Yes, we do have magic unique to us all. We are all Night Elves, but we each have our own special roles in life." She then takes a moment before deciding to inform her of the many kinds of adventurers are in Azeroth and says, "Let me first tell you about the adventurers in Azeroth, they all wander the world to perform tasks for various beings. There are three roles that a person's abilities fall into which are, those that draw the enemy's attention from the others, healer, or causing damage to the enemy. A healer is responsible for healing those injured so that they can continue to help bring down the foe, a good healer must be quick to react and keep their nerves steady or they will not be as effective in the fight and cost the lives of the whole group. Adventurers also talk about there being sub-roles in a fight where certain classes suit better situations, but that can be explained by one of them that has the time. There are also many classes and different races of beings out there, so I will tell you what the first one is."

Celestia and Luna arrive outside of Twilight's library and hear talking inside, then head right on inside to introduce themselves. Only to close the door behind them and watch as Twilight holds a quill in her magic, furiously scribbling down information as Spike continues to snore softly. Celestia fights a giggle seeing how much of a thirst Twilight has for knowledge as she takes in the strange appearance of her otherworldly guests, nodding her head to acknowledge them respectfully before holding a finger to her lips.

Tyrande then pauses for a moment as she looks at the new arrivals, nodding her head as one of them quietly asks her to not mention their arrival. They then motion for her to continue what she was doing and watches as Twilight pulls over a fresh stack of paper and another inkwell, then nods her head to her and continues, "A Warrior keeps the foes attention while dealing damage, their rage grows as they take damage and they use that rage to attack their enemies. As long as there has been war, there are heroes from many races that aim to master the art of battle. They are masters of various weapons and use different styles to suit their own preferences for offense and defense."

She pauses for a moment before continuing, "A Paladin is another versatile role, they are protectors of the innocent and are among the first line of defense in any fight. They wield the power of the holy light to heal wounds, protect allies and smite the wicked. I have heard from an adventurer that Arthas Menethil used to be a Paladin before he turned to the darkness."

Twilight hears two gasps and one 'oh my' but pays no mind to it and asks, "I would like to know why he turned evil..." She then shakes her head and says, "Sorry for interrupting you, please continue Priestess Tyrande."

She looks up at the two visitors and then says, "It would be rude to continue on when you have new guests."

The young pony cocks her head curiously saying, "Hmm?" then turns her head to see Princess Luna wearing a long, black silk dress with her crown on her head and Princess Celestia wearing a rather revealing golden yellow golden night dress with a black bra and underwear, causing her to hastily bow to her saying, "Oh hello Princess Celestia, I'm sorry for waking you at this hour. I just thought that you might like the opportunity to meet with the leader of the Night Elves from Kalimdor in Azeroth. Sadly, they don't know much more than we do about Arthas, but they do know a lot more about the state of things where he came from. Please allow me to introduce you..." She then turns to look at the group of night elves and outstretches her fingers with her palm upwards, gesturing at the leader first saying, "This is Priestess Tyrande, she is the leader of the Night Elves." She then moves her hand towards the druid and says, "The one over there with the red blade tattoos over each eye is Kalysse." She then gestures to the last Night Elf and pauses for a moment to think, saying, "Unfortunately I didn't get your name. Would you mind introducing yourself?"

The Night Elf mage smiles softly and nods her head saying, "Ishnu-Alah, my name is Kaylara, and I am a mage, however, I am just here as an aid for the Priestess. There is no need to pay much attention to me."

Celestia clears her throat gently and introduces herself saying, "Greetings to you all, my name is Princess Celestia and I am the co-ruler of Equestria alongside my sister Luna."

Luna then steps out behind her sister and introduces herself saying, "Greetings everyone, my name is Princess Luna and I rule Equestria beside my sister Celestia. I take over for my sister at night while she watches over the citizens during the day." She then remembers that it is night and sighs saying, "Unfortunately I won't be able to take part in the meeting because I need to return to my nightly duties." She then looks to her sister and says, "Please let me know when it is time to return to Canterlot sister."

Priestess Tyrande nods her head as the dark blue princess heads to the side of the room and sits down onto the floor, carefully bringing her legs underneath her body. She then looks to Princess Celestia and looks at her outfit and sees an image of a sun on her rear underneath the lace, finding it strange to have a tattoo in such a place, and smiles asking, "Do you have any questions to ask me about Azeroth?" She then senses that the darker-colored princess has a familiar magic that is similar to hers and turns to look at her for a moment before returning her gaze to Celestia.

The solar princess watches Luna as she focuses on shifting over to the dream realm, noticing the curious look that the Night Elf leader had when looking at her sister and answers her, "I do have questions, but they can wait until we hear more about your world. Would you mind continuing where you left off, Priestess Tyrande?"

She nods her head politely and says, "Very well, I left off with telling you about the Paladins. They channel a force called the Holy Light to bring their foes down. Then we have Hunters that prefer being in harsh environments to being around cities and towns, they are the master of whatever environment they may be in and can tame nearly any beast to become their companion and help them face foes. They are damage dealers that use their focus to attack their enemies." She then looks to Twilight and asks, "Do you have anything to drink?"

Twilight nods and puts the quill down, then hurries off to the kitchen and asks, "Would you like some water, tea, milk, or orange juice Priestess?"

Tyrande thinks for a brief moment before saying, "I will just have water for right now, thank you."

She quickly gets her a glass and fills it with water, then takes it over to her and holds it out towards her with her hand saying, "Here you go Priestess."

The priestess takes the glass from her saying, "Thank you very much Twilight."

Twilight then looks to the others and asks, "Would anyone else like something to drink while we take a short break?"

Twenty minutes later

The bookworm looks at the Priestess and asks her, "I don't mean to sound so eager Priestess Tyrande, but do you feel ready to continue?"

She takes another drink from her second glass of water and chuckles lightly then says, "I do feel ready to continue telling you all I know about Azeroth, curious one." She then takes a breath and resumes speaking, "Rogues are agents of trickery and espionage. They are known for their stealth and assassination techniques as well as making the best scouts. They are the main means of intelligence gathering and will use any means necessary to turn a bad situation in their favor, even if they have to use deception and other crude tricks to get what they want.. They follow the code of the contract, and their honor is bought with gold, they do not have a conscience to control their actions."

Tyrande pauses for a moment to let Twilight catch up with her notes, then continues, "Priests devote themselves to the spiritual way of life, dealing with the psychological or mental well-being of others, wandering out into the world to tend to the needs of the people. They take charge on the battlefield where there is chaos and keep themselves distanced from actual combat to use healing magic to support, and heal their allies. There are also a few that are disciplined enough to connect with the terrifying darkness and use it to fight foes. Though it is a double-edged sword...if they are not careful, they will go insane."

She pauses to take a drink and then resumes talking, "The next class is the Shaman, they are spiritual leaders that commune with elemental spirits. They use spells and totems to heal or enhance the bodies of their allies, or they can target their enemies and use the elements of nature to cause damage."

Tyrande continues on to the next one and says, "Next is the Mage, they are students of keen intellect and determination. Mages are wielders of arcane energies who are trained to use them in a number of ways such as conjuring food and water. They can refine those energies to produce fire or ice and bring destruction on the battlefield. They can also use the arcane energies to manipulate space and time somewhat.

She finds it amusing how the young pony brings out another quill and starts furiously writing all this down and continues speaking, "Then we have Warlocks which are seekers of power above all else. They take the energies of the Twisting Nether and use it as their weapon. They use the demonic fel energies and corrupting shadow magics to inflict curses, manipulate souls and tame demons to become their servants. The demons are bound to the warlock by contract. A few can also tame demons from the Burning Legion...but sometimes they get careless and summon a demon they can't control. So overall, they are barely tolerated in society as long as they remain in control over the powers they wield."

Twilight looks up from her notes as a question enters her mind and says, "Why are they not well-liked, and what is fel energy?"

Tyrande sighs and answers her, "It's a magic that can easily corrupt the user, and will kill the ground under them if used excessively. The reason for their distrust of Warlocks is because as far as most people are concerned those who use such magics are agents of the Legion. Most consider their magic evil because nothing good has ever come of it. I tolerate their presence

The curious pony is shocked to hear how some adventurers are just disliked for the magic they use and says, "Oh..."

The Priestess nods her head and says, "Azeroth is a different world than what you are used to here. Over there...every day is a fight to survive because of the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde." She pauses for a moment before wanting to get back on topic and says, "After that, there are Druids. Druids have a deep connection with nature that allow them to manipulate the flora and fauna of the world and through connecting with the spirits of the wild, allow them to take the forms of various animals. Among the commonly used forms are the enduring bear, the large and ferocious cat, the mysterious moonkin, and the bountiful tree. They also take the forms of the swift stag, the aquatic sea lion and the agile storm crow. Because of the variety of forms they can use, they are the most versatile class."

She then sighs as she thinks about the final class and says, "And finally, there are Death Knights. They are members of a group that is called the Knights of the Ebon Blade, they are old heroes who once defended their homes from the undead Scourge...only to fall and be raised to serve Arthas in undeath, until he abandoned them to the Argent Crusade about four years. Now that they have their freedom, their minds are free from the Lich King's grasp, they are able to serve their people once more. Once warriors, these knights are now capable of unleashing dark necromantic spells upon their enemies using their blades that have magical runes etched into them. With these runes, they are able to utilize unholy blood magic, biting frost magic and inflict magical diseases that rot their foes from the inside out. They are also able to exert limited control over undead of lesser intelligence, such as ghouls. If you want to know more about them, you will have to speak to one of them."

Celestia looks down and feels sorry for them and says, "What a cruel thing for Arthas to do to proud warriors, to deny them the chance to rest in peace."

Twilight then cocks her head as she sets the broken quill down and digs out a new one saying, "That is rather mean. Priestess Tyrande, would you mind telling me what class each of you are?

Tyrande nods and smiles saying, "Well, to be honest, I am different than most others because I am the High Priestess of Goddess Elune. Let me give you a better example for what a couple of those classes are. Kalysse is a druid, she is responsible for causing damage to enemies so they can be defeated. She has the option to either cause damage, or keep the enemy busy to keep us safe while they are brought down. She is also capable of healing others. Kaylara is a mage, she uses her magic to create temporary portals to various locations in Azeroth to make travel easier for members of her party and/or just herself if she is alone. Though she is only here as my aid, she can deal a fair amount of damage with what spells she knows."

The solar princess cocks her head at the name familiar to her sisters's and asks, "Do you mind if I ask who Elune is Priestess Tyrande? That name sounds a lot like my sister's name."

She smiles and straightens her posture, saying with pride, "Elune is the moon goddess we worship, she blesses Night Elves with her light every night, answers our prayers as she wishes and watches over us." She looks curiously once again at Luna as she is still in the same position and asks, "If you would, might you gain your sister's attention? I wish to ask her about her abilities."

Celestia nods her head and says, "I can do that, it will take but a few moments." She then looks to her sister and calls her name gently, " Luna, time for you to return. The Priestess has a question for you about your abilities, return to us dear sister."

Luna finishes dealing with one more nightmare before shifting her consciousness back to her body, lifting her head up and sitting up from her position on the floor. She then opens her eyes and looks to the priestess and asks, "Apologies, there were a few nightmares I had to deal with before I returned here, what do you wish to know Priestess Tyrande?"

Tyrande looks at her and asks, "I sense a familiar magic within you, would you mind telling me about your abilities?"

She smiles and nods her head saying, "I don't mind that at all. I look over the dreams of ponies at night, protecting them from the nightmares that cause them to sleep fitfully and not rest well. I know a few spells for defense as well as offense, but have never really had a good reason to use them. Though we did have to use them just over a thousand years ago against the King of the Frozen North, but Equestria has known peace for a long time. When the day comes to an end and my sister lowers the sun, I raise the moon and watch over our subjects throughout the night. Then when the time comes for the night to come to an end, I lower the moon as my watch ends while my sister's begins and we trade places when she raises the sun to start a new day."

Kalysse gasps and looks at Luna for a brief moment, then looks at Tyrande and says, "By the blessed light of Elune, she might have a connection to her!"

The priestess smiles gently and looks at Kalysse, nodding her head slightly saying, "I was wondering that myself." She then looks back to Luna and asks, "Princess Luna, would you mind helping me determine if you have a connection to our goddess?"

Luna cocks her head curiously and asks, "I don't mind at all, but what does it mean if I do have a connection to your goddess? What will be asked of me?"

Tyrande looks at her kindly and says, "It means that you can learn to call upon Elune's light to better protect your people. Though you may not be part of our religion, I feel it is my duty to help those with a connection to the goddess learn to better use them in order to honor and respect Elune. There is no need for you to worry, there is nothing I can request from you."

The dark blue princess is amazed at hearing that and straightens her head then smiles and asks, "Well that is very kind of you to offer to teach something you think so highly of, when would you recommend the lessons to begin? Also, where could this training take place?"

The priestess thinks on it for a moment and answers, "Unfortunately it will have to be at the Temple of the Moon in our home city of Darnassus. Because of the present crisis with Deathwing escaping from Deepholm and the Forsaken's attack on Gilneas, I cannot leave the city to train you in your world as I must help find a place for them to live."

Luna thinks about it for a moment and says, "Very well, let's find out if there is a connection between Elune and I."

Twilight watches curiously as Tyrande uses a spell to search for a connection in Luna, eagerly wanting to get more information on the inhabitants of Azeroth and asks, "Forgive me for bothering you, but did you find any connection?"

Tyrande finishes the spell with a smile on her face and nods her head saying, "I did indeed. If Princess Luna wishes to learn how to call upon Elune's light, I look forward to teaching her. All that remains to be done now is for her to decide when she will be able to visit, I could have another mage come here to create a portal if she wishes."

The princess shakes her head gently and smiles saying, "That won't be necessary, I could just accompany you when you return home and teleport back to our castle in Canterlot. Is that acceptable?"

The priestess thinks on it for a moment and takes another drink from her glass then answers, "I find no issue with that, as long as no one else minds you being away for the training."

Celestia shoots a worried gaze to her sister and asks, "If you go away to train, how will you manage your nightly duties here in Equestria?"

Luna giggles lightly and looks to her sister with a smile saying, "I don't intend on staying there longer than several hours, I do still need to watch over the dreams of the citizens and keep a vigilant eye out for the Lich King's movements."

The sun princess blushes lightly and says, "Oh how silly of me to worry like that."

Kaylara cocks her head curiously and asks, "Is that similar to what Ysera does with the Emerald Dream?"

Twilight looks up curiously between the group of night elves and asks, "Uhm...apologies, but who and what is that?"

Tyrande looks to Kaylara and shakes her head saying, "It is quite different from how Ysera watches over the Emerald Dream I assure you, my husband told me about it a great many years ago." She then looks to the curious pony and says, "What I know about Ysera is that she is the dragon aspect of the Green Dragonflight and that she watches over a place called the Emerald Dream, though I do not know much more about that place."

The curious student sighs in disappointment and says, "Okay, would you mind telling us about those that live there in your world?"

The priestess smiles at her and says, "You are quite the curious and tenacious one aren't you? Very well then, I can stay a little bit longer before we return home. Which ones would you like to know more about? There are sentient races such as us Night Elves, and there are beasts."

Twilight thinks about it for a moment and says, "Well...since we don't have much time, could you tell us more about the more common races on Azeroth?"

Tyrande nods her head and answers her, "Okay then. You know that there are Humans and Night Elves in Azeroth, so let's start by telling you a bit more about our race." She then places a loose fist in front of her mouth and clears her voice, then says, "We Night Elves have a history that goes back over 15000 years, so I shall fit the necessary information into a brief explanation. We have our origins as a tribe of dark trolls who were mutated by the magical energies of the Well of Eternity. We were able to learn magic and create an empire that spanned across ancient Kalimdor. However, when Queen Azshara started making deals with the Burning Legion, those who didn't agree with her will fought against her, this began the War of the Ancients. When the war ended, the result was ancient Kalimdor shattering into several smaller continents and islands as well as a massive whirlpool known as the Maelstrom where the well once was. Such reckless dabbling in the arcane caused us to outlaw magic use and caused our race to branch off. Those who refused to give up magic exiled themselves from the Kaldorei Empire while those who remained, turned to druidism to coexist with nature." She pauses for a moment to let Twilight catch up, then resumes saying, "For your knowledge... Kaldorei are us Night Elves, and Quel'dorei are High Elves that branched off from us. Anyway, back to what I was saying before. Up until the Legion's second invasion, the Kaldorei have lived in peace. When the Alliance and Horde began seeking resources from our forest of Ashenvale, we would fight off the intruders until the demons made their presence known to us. With the Legion's return, desperate times were upon us and the Kaldorei needed all the help we could get so I freed Illidan Stormrage, who was imprisoned for his treachery during the War of the Ancients. We were even forced to make a truce with the Alliance and the Horde to deal with the Legion. We made our final stand at the base of Nordrassil, the World Tree where we held off Archimonde and his Scourge and demon forces until my husband, Malfurion, was ready to spring his trap. As of recently, the Highborne returned to our society. We also joined the Alliance, and Fandrel Staghelm was captured by an independent group of Night Elves called the Wardens for treason. They are a group that enforce the law and guard dangerous prisoners." She picks up her glass and then drains it into her mouth and then looks to Twilight and asks, "Twilight, could I get some more water please?"

Twilight finishes writing and looks up at her, then nods her head saying, "Of course, one moment." She then gets up off the floor and makes her way to the kitchen, picking up the empty pitcher of water as she passes by it.

Celestia watches as Twilight refills the water pitcher and shifts her attention to Priestess Tyrande and says, "From how you speak about this War of the Ancients, it is as if you actually fought in it but you look too young for that to be true."

Tyrande smirks at Princess Celestia and says, "Yes, my youthful appearance does mislead those that don't know of me, but I most certainly did fight in that war. Twilight had a hard time believing my age." She watches as Twilight returns with a pitcher of water in her magical grasp and lowers it gently onto the ground beside her.

She makes her way back to her seat and says, "There you go Priestess Tyrande, I was indeed surprised to hear it. I have read in a book somewhere by Starswirl the Bearded that says age is but a number, and only shows how much wisdom that being has."

The priestess smiles and says, "Thank you Twilight, that is true but wisdom comes from experiences in one's life." She refills her glass with water and takes a drink from it, then puts it down and says, "Now let me tell you about the Quel'dorei. The High Elves of Quel'thalas were the upper class of the ancient Kaldorei Empire. After the War of the Ancients, the highborn chose to leave and establish their own kingdom. Using a vial of the waters from the Well of Eternity, they created a font of power for themselves called the Sunwell. Times were tough for them, they had to fight for their land against the ruthless Amani Empire of trolls. They had to turn to the human tribes for assistance to save them from the Amani. During the Second War against the Orcish Horde, king Anasterian Sunstrider reluctantly sent aid to the kingdom of Lordaeron. When he learned that the Amani allied with the Horde, he fully mobilized his armies and helped drive away the Horde. After that, Anasterian had his people isolate themselves from the world. Fifteen years after that, Arthas paid them a visit and sacked the kingdom, murdered 90% of the population, used his power to raise Sylvanas as a banshee, and desecrated the Sunwell to revive Kel'thuzad as a lich. When Kael'thas heard the news, he gathered up what survivors he could and they began to call themselves the Sin'dorei or blood elves. They rejoined the Alliance. Sadly, it was under the banner of a MAJOR racist bigot named Othmar Garithos. This guy was practically a human supremacist. With their Sunwell gone, Garithos ordered Kael and his elves on demeaning or suicidal missions. One such mission made Kael desperate enough that when the naga, Lady Vashj, offered her assistance he accepted it. This happened twice and Garithos knew about it and sentenced Kael and the elves to death on treason charges. Imprisoned in a cell in Dalaran, Kael was rescued by Vashj and together they escaped Dalaran and evacuated his people to Outland. It's there that they rescued Illidan from the clutches of Warden Maiev Shadowsong. After that, Illidan, Vashj, and Kael worked together to remove the Legion leadership from Outland." She then pauses for a moment to take another drink from her glass and continues, "After Illidan completed his takeover of Outland, Kil'jaeden found them and would have punished him for his failure, but he managed to convince the demon lord to give him another chance at destroying the Frozen Throne. So you know, Kil'jaeden is equal to Archimonde in power, and his actions are subtle and manipulative. He uses various methods to bring new races to their side or convince others to do his bidding while Archimonde leads the armies. Back to the history of the Sin'dorei, Illidan's attempt ended in failure in the end. Kael lost faith in Illidan at some point and sold out to the Burning Legion. Back on Azeroth, there were more blood elf survivors but they were under the leadership of Lor'themar Theron. Sylvanas and the Forsaken reached out to them and helped them secure their lands from the Scourge. After that, the blood elves officially joined the Horde."

Tyrande pauses again to take another drink and then thinks of who to speak about next then says, "Let's move on to the Human race next, but first you must understand the Vrykul in order to comprehend the human origins. In the beginning, the Vrykul were created by the Titans as half-giant iron constructs to serve as Azeroth's defense. Some of the Titan Keepers went to war with one another and this was ultimately instigated by the Old God Yogg-Saron when he corrupted the keeper, Loken. Yogg's manipulations extended to the Forge of Wills where he corrupted it with a malady called the Curse of Flesh. You see, the Forge was what made the creation of Iron Vrykul and Earthen possible. This led to the creation of the first mortal Vrykuls, Dwarves, and Gnomes. This curse also extended to some of the previous generations of titan-forged." She pauses to take another drink and then continues saying, "Okay, moving on to later generations... At some point, Vrykul parents started giving birth to children who were stunted and weak. The Vrykul king Ymiron decreed all malformed children to be killed at birth. Some parents couldn't bear to conduct such an act and instead abandoned them in a faraway land with limited supplies. These malformed children were the first humans. At some point in time, the humans formed tribes who practiced primitive forms of druidism and shamanism. The human tribes eventually built towns in the northern parts of the Eastern Kingdoms, creating the nation of Arathor. The High Elves turned to Arathor for aid against the Amani Trolls. In exchange, the high elves taught the humans magic. However, over the centuries, Arathor's prosperity ended up with several city-states declaring independence from Arathor, and the nation was broken up into many smaller nations such as Lordaeron, Alterac, Gilneas, Dalaran, Kul Tiras, and Stormwind. Millennia later, we have the First War that occurred when the magus Medivh created the Dark Portal that brought the Orcish Horde into Azeroth." She pauses again, taking another drink from the glass and refilling it with the pitcher before continuing, "The First War resulted in the fall of Stormwind and the death of King Llaine Wrynn. The young prince Varian Wrynn fled to Lordaeron with the survivors. The Second War started with the knowledge of the Horde pushing north and that they would attack Lordaeron. The kingdoms forged an Alliance and along with Quel'thalas, were able to defeat the Horde. The surviving orcs were placed in internment camps, marking the end of the Second War. When a mysterious prophet warned the orcs of the Legion's return, a young orc named Thrall began liberating the internment camps and stole a small fleet of ships then sailed to Kalimdor. The same prophet tried to warn King Terenas Menethil but the warning was disregarded. Meanwhile, the Third War started when a plague was spreading throughout Lordaeron, so Arthas and Jaina were sent to investigate. There they encountered the Scourge who had been using the town of Andorhal as a means to distribute the plague through the grain. The leader of the group sending the plagued grain was a necromancer named Kel'thuzad. After Kel'thuzad told Arthas about Mal'ganis and where to find him, Arthas killed him. Following the lead to Stratholme, Arthas discovered the whole city was infected and made the drastic decision to purge the city." She hears a gasp from both Celestia and Luna and asks, "I'm guessing that you have heard of it."

Twilight looks quickly over to Celestia and watches her nod her head as Luna says, "We have, I was patrolling the dream realm when I felt another subject suffering from nightmares and went to investigate. My sister must have been checking up on me and was pulled into the dream as well, I don't know how much of the dream she saw but I saw it as it happened because I tried to stop it but I couldn't due to it being one of Arthas's memories. I'm sure that Twilight has little knowledge of what happened in that city, so please continue and I'm sorry for interrupting you." Twilight looks back to Tyrande as curiosity is all over her face.

She nods her head and continues, saying, "Uther refused the order so Arthas disbanded the Order of the Silver Hand. After Arthas murdered many innocent but diseased people, Mal'ganis told him to meet him in Northrend. Arthas' obsessive pursuit led him to Frostmourne. He used the blade to kill Mal'ganis before the blade drove him mad, making him return to Lordaeron to kill his father. While Arthas' actions caused the fall of Lordaeron, there was one who heeded the warnings of the prophet, Jaina Proudmoore. She led an expedition across the sea weeks before Lordaeron's fall. The Burning Legion's second invasion caused the prophet to convince the expedition to work with Thrall's Horde against the Legion. After the Second War, the Stormwind refugees returned to the ruins of their kingdom and rebuilt, becoming the strongest bastion of human civilization today. Jaina then founded the nation of Theramore. Those who stayed behind in Lordaeron that survived the Legion and the Scourge tried to take the nation back. Though it didn't help that Garithos was leading them. The fool wound up being controlled by a dreadlord. Meanwhile, at this time Ner'zhul was weakening and some of the Scourge regained their minds, including Sylvanas. She rallied the freed undead and forced another dreadlord to submit to her, Varimathras. Garithos got her to help him reclaim the capital city of Lordaeron, only to get betrayed and killed by Sylvanas in the end. Others like the Silver Hand tried reclaiming Lordaeron themselves but some became so zealous in their task that the order split, becoming the Scarlet Crusade and the Argent Dawn. That is the end of the Human's history as I know of it, let me know when you are ready to begin the next one."

Twilight moves a stack of papers to the side carefully with her magic, then sets a new stack next to her and says, "There, those are set off to the side...now onto the next race."

Tyrande nods her head and says, "Okay then, there is not much to say about the Forsaken. They were once part of the Scourge but Ner'zhul was weakening and some of the undead regained their minds. Sylvanas rallied them to retake Lordaeron for themselves as the original inhabitants of the land. Sylvanas attempted to kill Arthas when he was weakening with Ner'zhul, but Kel'thuzad prevented that attempt. Sylvanas and her forces defeated three dreadlords. She forced Varimathras to submit to her, killed Detheroc, freed the minds of Garithos and his men, and then used them to get rid of Balnazzar. Once he was gone, Garithos was betrayed and murdered by Varimathras at Sylvanas' command. This was the beginning of the Forsaken. Since their survival depended on making allies, emissaries were sent to different kingdoms. Despite knowing their sinister nature, the Horde was willing to accept them. In their war against the Scourge, the Forsaken researched a plague that could be used against them. Of course, this plague would be used against the living as well. This plague was one reason why the Horde keeps the Forsaken under scrutiny." She pauses for a moment to take a drink from her glass.

The curious pony looks up to the priestess and asks, "Do you know what the plague does?"

The priestess nods her head and says, "I heard from a few surviving adventurers that experienced it at the Wrathgate when they faced Arthas for the first time. They say it causes a living or dead body to melt and turn into a puddle of toxic liquid that kills anything that comes in contact with it."

Celestia gasps and says, "How cruel..."

Tyrande takes another drink before saying, "Now let's move on to the next race, the Orcs. The orcs are not native to Azeroth, they come from another world. It is a savage world named Draenor. The savage orcs lived in groupings called clans. One day, the Burning Legion turned their interest to that world and contacted a frail orc named Gul'dan. They gave him power that he so desperately craved and pledged fealty to the Legion. He soon gathered more like-minded followers and formed a group of warlocks called the Shadow Council. Gul'dan summoned a powerful Pit Lord to Draenor named Mannoroth and began to tempt the other clans with promises of power. By drinking the blood of Mannoroth, the orcs became empowered at the cost of their own freedom, they were bound to Mannoroth. The other clans joined in and together they formed the Orcish Horde. Their task was the conquest of Azeroth to pave the way for their demon masters. Through the actions of the sorcerer Medivh, the Dark Portal opened and the Horde invaded Azeroth. They fought the kingdom of Stormwind and emerged victorious, razing the city and assassinating its ruler. Their campaign continued north through the dwarven lands of Khaz Modan and into the human kingdoms. However, the Alliance managed to push the Horde back to the Dark Portal and an expeditionary force pursued them into Draenor. Those who remained were placed in internment camps as prisoners of war. One particular orc infant was captured and raised by a cruel human named Aedelas Blackmoore who raised the infant as a gladiator for his entertainment. Blackmoore named that infant Thrall. As the prisoners suffered in their camps, the effects of Mannoroth's blood began to wear off and they suffered symptoms of withdrawal, most particular being lethargy. Thrall's freedom came at the hands of a young human girl named Taretha who protested the treatment of Thrall and risked everything to set him free. Thrall rallied his fellow orcs and led his people to Kalimdor, motivated by the warning of the prophet. While he was liberating the camps, the orcs named him Warchief. On the way, they befriended and aided the Darkspear tribe of trolls and after landing on the shores of Kalimdor, befriended and aided the Bloodhoof tribe of Tauren. The prophet made the new Horde form a truce with the Lordaeron survivors to combat the Legion and with the night elves, stalled Archimonde and his forces at the Battle of Mount Hyjal. After the battle, the Horde founded the city of Orgrimmar, in honor of one of his mentors. The construction of the city was overseen by goblins of the neutral Steamwheedle Cartel led by Monte Gazlowe. When the Dark Portal opened again, the Alliance and Horde ventured through it. In the lands of Nagrand, the Horde discovered more of their people who had not partaken of Mannoroth's blood. Among them was one who was supposed to lead them, Garrosh Hellscream. Thrall showed Garrosh the actions of his father regaining his honor when he slew Mannoroth and roused him. Since then, Garrosh has proven brash and reckless. He led the Horde Expedition to Northrend against the Lich King and when Thrall stepped down as Warchief after the defeat of the Lich King, Garrosh took over and has begun a campaign of conquest for Kalimdor."

The priestess pauses and takes another drink of water, then watches as Twilight furiously writes the information down. Waiting for her to catch up before resuming telling them about the different races, she then says a few moments later, "Now I will tell you about one of the oldest races, the Trolls. Long before the night elves emerged into the world, the Well of Eternity brought forth the first sentient beings, the trolls. Trolls developed many customs in their early days such as cannibalism, warfare, mysticism, and a dark magic that they refer to as voodoo. Trolls worship Azeroth's Wild Gods, referring to them as loa. The tribes founded the first empire in a place where many of the loa dwell. This was the birth of the Zandalari Empire. The Zandalari developed a caste system but this caused the lower castes to break away and led to the creation of the Amani Empire and the Gurubashi Empire. Smaller tribes emerged such as the Drakkari Empire of Northrend and the desert-dwelling Farraki Empire, but they never reached the prosperity of the Amani or Gurubashi. A tribe of dark trolls broke away from the Amani Empire and founded a colony near the Well of Eternity, not knowing that the Well would mutate them into the first night elves. When the Kaldorei Empire came to power, the Amani and Gurubashi tried to stop their expansion but were outmatched by the elven magics and the two empires fell apart within a few short years. After the implosion of the Well, the two empires tried to rebuild and reclaim some of their former power. This led to a war between the high elves and the Amani Trolls. The Amani were defeated when the high elves were assisted by the humans of Arathor. The Amani never fully recovered from that. The Gurubashi fell under the sway of an evil loa named Hakkar who promised them power and demanded daily sacrifices but the Zandalari saw this and convinced the Gurubashi that dealing with him was a bad idea and worked together to banish Hakkar from the mortal plane and exile his loyal followers. The Gurubashi split off into the Skullsplitter, Bloodscalp, and the Darkspear tribes. During the Second War, the Amani worked with the Horde to destroy Quel'thalas but when the Horde targeted Lordaeron instead, the Amani decided to leave the Horde and stayed out of the way. When the Darkspear tribe was formed, they settled on some islands away from the main continent. Fate would bring this tribe and Thrall's Horde together and Thrall would develop a friendship with the new chieftain of the Darkspears, Vol'jin. The Farraki tribe were felled by Horde and Alliance adventurers. The Gurubashi remnants tried to bring back Hakkar but the Zandalari recruited Horde and Alliance adventurers to deal with this. The Drakkari became desperate because of the Scourge invasion and sacrificed their loa to take their power and went mad, forcing the Alliance, Horde, and the Argent Crusade to take them down. The Drakkari were wiped out."

Twilight's quill continues writing at a furious pace as she says, "Wow, some of the races have a few bad experiences in their past. Which race is next Priestess Tyrande?"

Tyrande puts her glass down after taking a drink from it then says, "Ok then, the next two races I tell you about will be the Dwarves and Gnomes. I will start with the Dwarves and the Gnomes because their histories are connected to each other." She then shifts her sitting position a little to be more comfortable and says, "The Dwarves and Gnomes share a common history. Like the Vrykul, the original forms of the two races were created by the Forge of Wills. Dwarves were originally called Earthen and Gnomes were originally Mechagnomes. For Dwarves, as the Earthen, they were beings made of stone and were a sort of mass-produced version of a titan keeper. However, the first attempt at creating such beings resulted in a savage and flawed race called the Troggs. The second attempt resulted in the Earthen who were tasked with crafting mountains and carving out the deep places of the world. However, the war against the mad keeper Loken resulted in one of the keepers stealing an artifact called the Discs of Norgannon to find a way to combat Loken. The keepers took as many titan-forged as they could and fled south to Uldaman. However, with the Curse of Flesh afflicting the refugees, the titan-forged requested to be placed into hibernation. The Mechagnomes created the hibernation chambers but over time began to break down or leave Uldaman. The Earthen were placed into hibernation while the last of the Mechagnomes in Uldaman perished. Eventually, the Earthen of Uldaman awoke from their slumber but were no longer beings of stone but beings of flesh. They soon called themselves Dwarves since they were no longer beings of earth. The Dwarves conquered the lands of the central areas of the Eastern Kingdoms and named the lands Khaz Modan, translated to Mountains of Khaz. They soon built the city that would act as the seat of power for their new home, Ironforge. There, they encountered the fleshified Mechagnomes, or Gnomes. The Dwarves and Gnomes worked together to create the city of Gnomeregan. The Dwarves became masters of smithing and weaponry thanks to the bountiful magma and ores within the mountain Ironforge was carved into. Dwarves, being the friendly race they were, developed relationships with the human kingdoms and exchanged knowledge. Civil war eventually occurred in Ironforge and three clans vied for control of the city. The Bronzebeard Clan, the Wildhammer Clan, and the Dark Iron Clan. The Bronzebeard Clan ultimately won while the Wildhammer Clan founded Grim Batol and the Dark Iron Clan founded the kingdom of Thaurissan. The Dark Irons tried attacking Ironforge and Grim Batol at the same time which failed because the Bronzebeards and Wildhammers worked together to defeat the Dark Irons. When the Bronzebeards attacked the Dark Irons, their leader, Sorcerer-Thane Thaurissan, performed a foolish ritual that summoned the Firelord Ragnaros to Azeroth. This set most of the region aflame and turned it into a charred landscape. The Dark Iron attack had also made Grim Batol uninhabitable so the Wildhammers moved further north and founded the city of Aerie Peak while some moved east and created settlements in what is now called the Twilight Highlands. There, the Wildhammers bonded with the gryphons who soon became emblematic to Wildhammer culture. Meanwhile, Ragnaros enslaved the Dark Irons and they built a city beneath Black rock Mountain called Shadowforge City. The Dwarves and Gnomes took part in the Second War. They aided the human kingdoms against the Horde, bringing in their machines used in war and pushed them back to the Dark Portal. The Dwarves and Gnomes have been steadfast allies of the Alliance ever since. On a side note, I have heard a rumor that claims that Magni Bronzebeard forged the Ashbringer that shattered Frostmourne, the Lich King's sword. How it was repaired, however, remains a mystery to me. Gnomeregan was lost to Troggs due to toxic substances leaking into the air. I have heard from some Gnomes and adventurers about what occurred. What happened was, basically Gnomeregan was invaded by an army of Troggs. This was followed by High Tinker Mekkatorque's chief advisor, Sicco Thermaplugg suggesting the release of a radioactive gas to kill the Troggs which Thermaplugg hoped would kill a bunch of gnomes so he could blame Mekkatorque. This backfired and led to either killing or turning a good number of gnomes into crazed leper gnomes, including Thermaplugg. Because of this incident, the surviving gnomes moved to Ironforge." She stops to take a drink from her glass, then sets it down saying, "Now, let's move onto the Worgens."

Twilight finishes writing it all down, then gets a fresh sheet and looks up at Tyrande saying, "Ok, ready when you are."

She nods and says, "The Worgens were originally human, the curse began with the creation of an artifact called the Scythe of Elune, made from the fang of the wolf demigod Goldrinn. Some druids practiced use of a powerful yet unwieldy form called the Pack Form. The Scythe was supposed to help the druids temper the uncontrollable rage that came with the form, but instead, they were transformed into Worgen. The druids became chaotic and attacked friend and foe alike. Because of this, the druids were banished within the Emerald Dream beneath a tree called Daral'nir, the equivalent in the real world is located in where is now the Kingdom of Gilneas. An archmage named Arugal discovered the banished Worgen through visions where the Emerald Dream and the real world intersect. He used this as a means to summon the Worgen to defend Gilneas from the Scourge. However, when the Scourge was pushed back, Arugal betrayed Gilneas and sent the Worgen after them. Those bitten by a Worgen have the curse spread to them as well. Despite their efforts, the Gilneans couldn't stop the curse from spreading and soon lost their capital city to the bloodthirsty packs. The refugees took shelter in a town near the capital where they captured roaming Worgen and experimented on them. The Cataclysm occurred and when the Forsaken invaded, we came as well to offer aid to the Gilneans and offered a partial treatment that allowed their citizens to control the beast within. The Gilneans were forced to evacuate with us but were promised that they would have the aid of the Alliance when they take back their home."

Tyrande watches as Twilight's quill finishes writing and then says, "Now I will tell you about another ancient race, the Tauren. The Tauren were once a nomadic race that eventually settled in several regions throughout ancient Kalimdor. The Tauren had their own beginnings as a result of the Well of Eternity changing them into the Tauren they are today. Cenarius taught druidism to many of them while others pursued shamanism. The Tauren took part in the War of the Ancients and were strong allies. Four tribes of Tauren were blessed by Cenarius as a reward and were given the horns of Eche'ro: moose-like antlers. After the Sundering, the different species of Tauren lost contact with each other. The Tauren who joined the Horde were ones who roamed the lands of central Kalimdor. These Tauren were hunted down by a savage race called the Centaur. When they were on the brink of extinction, the Tauren found their salvation with the arrival of Thrall and his Horde who had just landed on the continent, following the Prophet's warning. The Horde drove back the Centaur and helped the Tauren settle in a land called Mulgore where they built their capital city of Thunder Bluff. With a new home, the Tauren of Kalimdor rallied together with Cairne Bloodhoof to unite them all. His leadership is advised by Archdruid Hamuul Runetotem and Magatha Grimtotem. However, there are rumors that the Grimtotem have been working to undermine Cairne. Recently, this treachery made itself fully known when Garrosh Hellscream became Warchief. Both Cairne and Vol'jin disagreed with the way Garrosh led the Horde. Rumors that Garrosh slaughtered innocent druids drove Cairne to duel the Warchief. What neither combatants knew was that Garrosh's ax had been poisoned by Magatha, one wounding strike was all it took to end his life. With Cairne's death, his son Baine has taken over leadership and the Grimtotem have been cast out of Thunder Bluff."

She then waits for the quill to stop before moving on, then says, "Then we have the goblins. The ancestors of goblins is unknown, only that the race the goblins came from were part of an experiment by Keeper Mimiron. He used a substance called Kaja'mite which transformed them into the first goblins and boosted their intelligence. After the Sundering, the goblins were cut off from their supply of Kaja'mite and lost the boosts to their intelligence. They took refuge on the Isle of Kezan. The island had a huge supply of Kaja'mite but when the Zandalari came upon them, the goblins were enslaved to mine them since they saw the substance as a component for rituals and ceremonies. Over time, the goblins had been inhaling Kaja'mite dust which reawakened their intelligence and gave them the mental capabilities of creating a wide range of weapons, traps, and explosives which they used to defeat their Zandalari oppressors. With their new freedom, they turned on each other and formed groups, the most powerful which became cartels who competed against each other. Eventually, the Kaja'mite ran low and the heightened intelligence vanished, rendering their gadgets less reliable so the goblins turned to mercantilism. The Steamwheedle Cartel expanded beyond Kezan and founded several towns such as Booty Bay. When the old Horde destroyed Stormwind, they sided with the Horde in the Second War to profit off of them. Of course, the goblins returned to neutrality after the war. The Bilgewater Cartel remained on Kezan up until the Cataclysm when Deathwing caused Kezan's volcano to erupt and forced them to evacuate. Trade Prince Gallywix took advantage of the panic to exploit everyone and enslave them. On their way to Azshara, their ship ended up where they shouldn't have been and got attacked by Alliance ships attempting to capture Thrall and ran them aground on some uncharted islands. The goblins decided to seek out the orcs who were trying to save Thrall and help them. In return, the orcs helped the goblins shut down Gallywix's slave labor operations and forced his surrender. Gallywix still leads the Bilgewater Cartel, but now they were integrated into the Horde."

Tyrande then says, "That is all I know about the more dominant races of our world, and there is one other race called the Dranei but it's history is unknown to me."

Twilight looks up at Tyrande and asks, "Is there anyone that might know it?"

She giggles softly and says with a smile, "You are quite hungry for knowledge about Azeroth, aren't you? There is one that would know it, but I believe that he is busy teaching the crown prince Anduin the ways of the Light at the moment. His name is Prophet Velen, and possibly been around as long as I have. Perhaps someday, you might get to meet him and get their history from them if the chance arises after our world's current crisis is dealt with."