Once again, a New World, a new destiny, and a new adventure. The war has left behind devastated lands and abandoned continents; everything remains to be done, or rather, redone. And so, I find myself launched into this adventure. To say that I first honed my skills within the Kirin Tor of the Violet Citadel, which today lies in ruins... There remain very few refuges for magical energies and their wielders in Azeroth, but what little the monks of Northshire Abbey can give us comforts and strengthens our faith to rebuild this world and show that human Mages will continue the legacy of the late Dalaran, the city of magic. From the moment I arrived, I encountered the depleted guard sent by New Stormwind to ensure the protection of the area. I set out to find Marshal MacBride, who is in charge of the garrison, to see if I could offer my assistance. I soon learned that the surrounding area, the Elwynn Forest, is infested with Kobolds, and he requested my help to clean up the region—this would also serve as a test before entrusting me with further tasks here. I quickly got to work and swiftly dealt with a good number of these gold-obsessed miners. Gold? Could that be what they came looking for? Perhaps. I would go report back to the marshal and ask for more details. As I suspected, where there are kobolds, a mine isn’t far away. The marshal informed me that the nearby Echo Ridge Mine seems to be the source of the infestation. Naturally, he asked if I would be willing to break some more kobold heads, this time at the source. Seeing as it would be hard to refuse those protecting this peaceful place, I quickly made my way to the mine to light a few kobold candles with a Fireball or two.
While navigating one of the dark tunnels, I discovered a chest, guarded by five or six kobolds. Which, all things considered, was not much… they didn’t attack simultaneously, seeing a certain mage tampering too closely with the lock… As they say, error is human, but my soul is directed toward a召回stone built in a nearby village, as required by the general command of New Stormwind, allowing my soul to materialize in ghost form to rejoin my body. What a charming consideration! All that remains is for me to "run." I promptly get back on my feet and settle accounts with the aforementioned kobolds. The chest is mine, and the mine will already be more peaceful after my passage (well, kobolds sprout from the ground like poisonous mushrooms—it will surely take a lot more time before we can truly rest). Satisfied with my work, he warmly thanks me (and with a small coin or two) and offers me a letter for Marshal Dughan in Goldshire. I naturally accept, pack my little bag, bid farewell to a few kobolds, and head south toward my destination.