Wills

*An envelope with Izarre's blue wax seal rests in her file. The front reads "To be opened upon my death". Izarre's will was completely rewritten with all the bells and whistles of Alliance law. She seemed to take this one far more seriously. There are two copies, one in Draenic with a note reading "To be delivered to Karabor, Draenor*

I, Iz'ahare, daughter of Lur of Argus, eldest of her line, High Vindicator of Karabor, and Sergeant of the Servitors of Lothar, declare that this is my Last Will and Testament, translated and penned by an official Draenic-Common translator, witnessed by the notary-public of Stormwind City. 

Should my mortal remains be recovered, I ask that they be buried according to human tradition, on Azeroth, in a place of my husbands choosing. Should he be dead I wish to be buried in the Servitor's graveyard alongside my kin. 

I leave my family in the hands of second-eldest living daughter, Edriga, and ask that the star I wear above my brow be the symbol integrated into our family crest, as per our custom. Mayani, my love, should you forgive me and want to return to our family, it is by right, yours to lead.

All of my property and belongings on Draenor are to be distribute in according with Draenei Law, with the exception of my fathers flute which I ask be given to Zuriah of Draenor. My dearest daughter, I never let you play with it as a child and should have. I hope you add it to your repertoire. 

My share of my home on Azeroth (50%, as set down on the deed) I leave to my husband, Folcan DelUrlar. However, I leave usage rights to Skybrooke. Sky, my darling, you will always have a home among my family. 

All my belongings, save for those bellow, I leave to my husband, Folcan DelUrlar with the wish that he keep those that are particularly special to him, and get rid of the rest. My love, please don't hold on to more of me than you need to. 

My Vindicator armor is to be dismantled. The crystals on it are to be fitted into that of Zerov, of the Servitors of Lothar. Zerov, they are far, far better than yours. I hope they serve you well. May you carry on my legacy. The metal, I leave to Folcan to be crafted into something wonderful, for someone wonderful. 

My old, and current mail armors I leave in the hands of Brommidor Stonebrow. May they serve the Guard well in the hands of another. Bromm, you will find their schematics, and instructions on how their crystals work in a separate envelope.

My Vindicator shield and weapons (1 one handed sword, 1 two-handed sword, 2 one-handed maces) I leave to my eldest, Vindicator daughter, Mayani, along with the two-handed mace currently use (the big blue one, the Servitors know which one). Should she not accept them, I leave them to Zerov.

My modified Stormhammer I leave to Ah'lam, along with my serrated, blue shield. May the storms protect you sister. My two arm blades I leave to Frovelos. The crystal within my mechanical arm I leave to Zuriah of Outland. Hopefully M can install it in your arcane blade to give you a better weapon. 

I leave our families kinsblood dagger, along with the list enclosed herein to Zuriah of Outland. May you finally grant out family peace. *a list with about fifty names on it is attached*

To my daughter Zuriah, of Outland, I leave also the golden harp I brought back from Suramar. They are a mother's last hope, and wish to her daughter. Find yourself again, my beloved daughter. 

To Skybrooke, I leave the star I wear upon my brow. Carry on my hope for a better tomorrow my dear.

To Ah'lam, I leave my tabard, should it be recovered, my notes on shamanism, both shadow and light, along with all of my totems and totem designs. Make the best of them my sister. 

My library of tomes and notes on the Light, I leave to Folcan, Zerov, and Nora Silverwright. Zerov, train her. She has a beautiful light within which needs nurturing. To Nora, if I haven't had the opportunity to give it to her, I leave her the tower shield I've crafter for her and the enclose instructions on the proper use of its crystals.

To the Servitors, I leave the enclosed letter, along with all the blueprints and notes on crystal enhanced weaponry I've developed over the past years. Hopefully you'll find someone that can make sense of them.

I also leave a letter for my husband, one for the Servitors of Lothar,  and two copies of a letter for my children, one to be delivered to Karabor, and the other to the Exodar. 

My wedding ring, I take with me to the Shadowlands. 

*The will has been signed and sealed by Izarre and properly notarized*

It appears as though M's prior will has gone missing, replaced with a plain piece of paper written in Common.

If I am incapable of being rehoused, follow these instructions:

-Find an associate of the Ebon Blade and entrust my soul to them to be made into a shade.

-Do not try to find what is left of my soul after I am remade and contact it. I will not know you.

-If my corpse survived, do not burn it. Jo and only Jo should know where I am buried. It needs to remain a secret. I do not wish to be reanimated again from a grave.

-All of my belongings except what is listed below goes to Jo. If Jo is deceased, it goes to Rethier. If both are deceased, use it as you see fit.

-The small lockbox inside the black locked trunk goes to Rethier.

-The key to the black box of Sky's should be returned to Sky.

-The Mind Spanner should be destroyed.

-Half of my current amount of gold goes to my daughters.

-Destroy the dagger with Stupids on its hilt. Use the Light to do so.

I attest that, in writing this, I am of sound mind and will and have not been influenced to write this by outside forces.

Outside, the envelope is completely plain, unadorned with anything, save for the purple wax bearing a Dwarvish rune, translating to Honor.  The front reads simply "Anthus Steelshatter - Last Will and Testament".

"To whomever may be reading this,

This envelope was only to be opened in one circumstance, and if you're reading it, no doubt it has come to pass.  For lack of flowery prose, I am dead.  Dead dead dead.  It's a heavy thing to write this, full well knowing someone will have to read this to what members of the following passages remain, so pardon the handwriting.  It's a bit shaky.

First, to my Swordbrethren of the Servitors: You gave me an opportunity to prove myself, and hopefully, I did not disappoint.  Regardless of what happened to bring me to death's door, know that I cherished our time together, be it in the keep, or on the field.  A small sum of 30,000 gold pieces is to be put towards renovations, resupply, and reinforcement.  May it at least provide you some meager comfort knowing that when I died, I died a Lion.

To Viscountess Greymantle, Judean Auroran: If (as I expected) I have no heir, you know what to do with the Marcovian holdings.  They are yours now, sell them, pass them to your own, I have little use for them any more.  Know that it has been a pleasure to serve under you as a follower, and to be one of your own.  I love you, sister.

To Quin Adama: You've been there for me from the beginning, for good or for ill.  You've seen be grow from a boy to a man, and I can never repay that favor with any form of coin.  To you, I leave my lute.  Take good care of it, please.  And learn a song or two.  I promise, the work you put into playing it is worth the magic it contains.  Not true arcane sorcery, but the magic of lifted spirits and bringing people together.  I also leave the contents of the secret panel in the bottom of my footlocker.  You will know what to do with them.

To Advisor Roiya Shadowpaw: Advisor, you've spent no doubt many a night watching over me like a child, in my darkest hour.  For that, I thank you sincerely.  I leave unto you my warmest wish that I have been worth the effort you expended, as well as 10,000 gold coins for the trouble.

To Gloriana Trawyn Ilthyrii Solonastarn: There are no words left to say that have not been said.  My armor and scythe are yours.

To Skybrooke Shadewhisper: I hope that before I passed from this world, I managed to finally beat you in single combat.  You are a damned fine sneak, and an even better fight.  I leave unto you the knowledge of my poisons and concoctions.  Do with them as you see fit.

To M: <The remainder is written in Gnomish> My dear Mottie.  I love you.  I love you more than meager words on a page can truly show.  You've stuck with me, despite all my wrongs, and brought me closure.  You've made my life that much better for knowing you, and I am remorseful that I do not get to spend the rest of my days with you.  I hope that I have made you proud, Mottie.  I hope that I have made you happy, my love.  And as I pass from this world, know that I will always love you, regardless of what comes next.  To you, my dear, I leave the remainder of my gold, totaling 250,000 gold pieces, the house in the Wetlands, and the entirety of my armor and blades.  Do not mourn my passing, love.  Keep pushing forward.  The world still needs you.  Our friends still need you.  And I beg you, never stop trying.  This world is worth the sacrifice. < /Gnomish >

As for my remains, it depends.  If I died a good man, in service to my kin and comrades, to defend the whole of Azeroth, then bury me with my Ma and Pa in Aerie Peak.  If I died in service of ill, or died a horrible example, then leave my body to the crows and let my name die.  Speak no more of me, and deny my existence.

Know that I love you, one and all.

Sincerely,

Anthus Kolloran Steelshatter"

I appear to be dead. If I went down in a heroic fashion, good! Make a statue of me and keep it somewhere in the keep. At least a figurine, will you?

If I went down like a chump, make something better up. If you are reading this, it means that we've probably won a thing! Awesome!

M, I am sure you don't need me to tell you but please take the sword back. This time, make double sure I'm not in it again. I need you to find who has been leaving the parcels over at my house and make sure they know. Water the plants, show your kids Stormwind. It's a nice place.

Roiya, please organize my funeral. I know what kind of a "priestess" you are. I understand you do not bathe yourself with the light and are very far from my beliefs. Still, I have great respect and love for you and would not feel comfortable having anyone else do this. Take your tabard back, if it survives. Keep it as a memento to remember my dashing looks by.

Jo, please visit my house. At the basement, in the library, you are free to look through and take whatever dusty book you may find. You might be pleasantly surprised by my late mothers personal interests. It's not porn.

Iz, if you have finally successfully died alongside us, try to find me in the other side. I could probably use a guide.

Commander, everyone else. Thank you for the brotherhood we have shared. It was an unmatched honor and the greatest accomplishment of my life.

Please burn the body, and find a suitable place for the ashes in my house in Stormwind. The house itself, I leave to the Servitors. Please use it as an outpost if you need it.

(Underneath is writing added in later, with crude, shaky letters)

Please do not let him take me again. Burn me.

 *On a plain, unassuming note.*

In the event of my cessation of existence or sapience my workbench in the Aerie Keep workshop will contain my belongings. There are not many. Please distribute accordingly:

-All monetary funds are to be routed to the assistance of a Gnomeregan effort.
-All original schemata are similarly to be donated to the Mechanical Engineering Guild, Associated. Copies and developing schemata should be made available to the Servitors of Lothar.
-All schemata and documentation related to the creation of my alchemical inhibitor should be provided to M Mindspanner.
-Tool kits are to be offered for deliberation between M Mindspanner, Davvi Rattleclank, and Shivs Ankleshank. Any unclaimed should be sent to Gnomeregan for donation.
-Any remaining machinery recovered from my corpse should be repurposed for use among the Servitors of Lothar.
-If my body has been recovered, incinerate it.

Any personal letters should be burned.

My apologies for any distress this experience has caused. I enjoyed my time among you all immensely.

-Seda Artec

*Written on officially stamped Alliance stationary in large, but neat handwriting.*

In the case that I, Jennalyn Elise Montgomary, am declared (or presumed by reasonable judgment) dead, it is my instruction that this Will be read and followed.

To my mother, Ann Montgomary, I leave all gold in my account and on my person (if it can be collected) at my time of death, my journal, my book of recipes, Ted the chicken, and my Argent Crusade tabard. 

To Kaitriona, if she lives, I leave my libram and the note attached. If she is unable to be found, or is deceased, I leave it to the Servitors, for whomever wishes it. In the case of the latter, please disregard the note.

The rest of my armor, weapons, and assorted goods are to be donated to the Argent Crusade.

If my body has been recovered, I ask that it is returned to Westfall for military burial. If it cannot be, bury my Alliance tabard in its place. 

Please inform my friends, both in the Militia, in the Brigade, and in the Army proper, of my death, and pass along that I was very fond of them until the end. I'm sure we will meet again, Light and any other forces willing, and the first thing they'll face is a massive hug. I've known the risks of being a soldier for many years and it's my final wish that you, all of you who are in any way affected by my death, do not mourn my passing too intensely. It's my understanding that my soul will go to the Light and that is no sad thing.

To everyone I have served with, military and civilian - it was an honor, a privilege, and I hope you have a long, happy life ahead of you. Every single one of you deserves only the best for all you've given and sacrificed in the Alliance's, and Azeroth's, defense. 

Goodbye, at least for now,

Jennalyn Montgomary 

((The envelope is sealed with a blob of red wax imprinted by the Commander's Lion seal.  The letter inside is on plain parchment, inscribed in a dusty black ink, and bears a notarized Wildhammer stamp.  It has been witnessed by Ivarial Moonwarder and Belenos Oakheart.))

I, Etharion Longsight, being of sound mind, do make and declare this to be my Last Will and Testament expressly revoking all my prior Wills and Codicils at any time made.

I.  Personal Representative

I appoint Dr. Ellister Thorley as Personal Representative of this my Last Will and Testament and provide that if this Personal Representative is unable or unwilling to serve then I appoint Roiya Shadowpaw as alternate Personal Representative.  My Personal Representative shall be authorized to carry out all provisions of this Will and pay my just debts, obligations, and funeral expenses from my personal funds.

II.  Guardian

Sole guardianship of our children Essilte, Isabelle, and Hunter shall pass to my husband Thoran Barrett.  In the event that I die as sole guardian of our children, then I appoint Magistrix Ivarial Moonwarder as guardian of said minor children.

III.  Servitors of Lothar

In the event that I die while holding the office of Commander of the Servitors of Lothar, I charge Advisor Roiya Shadowpaw to take over as interim Commander.  If Advisor Shadowpaw is unable or unwilling to carry out this duty, I appoint Advisor M. Mindspanner as alternate interim Commander.  I hereby order that in the event of my death, within a fortnight the full officer corps of the Servitors of Lothar should meet and select a full replacement Commander from among their number.  I desire that my Commander's signet ring pass on to that officer. 

IV.  Bequests

I direct that after payment of all my just debts, my property be bequeathed in the manner following:

To Roiya Shadowpaw, I leave the handmade Kaldorei scrying-bowl in my office.  My daughter Essilte crafted it and so it is of sentimental value, but I have no gift for scrying.  However, as you are a Priestess of Elune, perhaps the White Lady will be more willing to speak to you and grant you visions and insights.

To M. Mindspanner, I leave the framed copy of Anduin Lothar's Advice On The Subject Of Duty.  It saw me through many difficult times and, occasionally, was the one thing I could hold on to when all else was confusion and chaos.  I hope it will serve you just as well.

To Davvi Rattleclank, I leave my personal Guard dagger and sheath.  You were always there for the Guard, Davvi.  You ARE the Guard, to me.  You were there from the moment I joined the Servitors and now I must leave.  You embody the very best of what the Guard should be, but more than that, you are the kindest person I have ever met and I love you dearly.

To Jocastia Silverwright, I leave my Kaldorei water clock.  It would look very handsome on a shelf in your office--or in the captain's quarters of a ship.

To Brommidor Stonebrow, I give my worrystone pendant.  It once belonged to Davvi's brother; she gave it to me when I was at an extremely low point in my life.  I hope it will serve as a similar talisman of hope and friendship for you.

To Shivs Ankleshank, I want you to have my Kruger LCR revolver.  It's an excellent holdout weapon and saved my life several times; I used it to kill the Shrouder at Domination Point in Pandaria.  Daggers are your thing, but sometimes it helps to have a weapon nobody expects.

To Frovelos:  I want you to have the crimson-lined wolf-fur cloak I keep in my office, the one with the gold clasp in the shape of bumblebees.  It was gifted to me by another Servitor some years ago--another young man who had an invader in his head, and struggled to keep his sense of self intact.  You and I are of a similar size, so the cloak should fit you nicely.  The Other will not take your body again.  I will see to it even if I have to come back myself.

To Izarre:  I leave you my contraband copy of The Story of Aux.  You might find it interesting as a study of Azerothian sexuality and fetishes, and the psychology of our different races.

To Anthus Steelshatter, I leave my annotated copy of Wind And Shadows, a rare compilation of Kaldorei songs and poems with Common translations.

I desire that my tabard be delivered to Philomene Asteris.  Tell her that I thank her for seeing potential that I did not see myself, and I thank her for giving me the chance to rise and become more than what I was when I first stumbled into my interview.  Tell her that I died a Servitor and have no regrets.  Tell her I remained Unbroken.

I want Aerin Clawfoot to have the bracelet I keep in my trunk at home, woven of russet hair.  It is all that physically remains of his brother, Meriwether Verric.  I hope he will keep it with respect and honor.

To Ivarial Moonwarder I leave my formal tea service, the one painted with designs of willow trees.

Terithas An'delor:  I return Selaron's pendant to you with my deepest affection and gratitude.

To Anne Declan, I leave my leathercrafted chess travel set.  

To Olliver Middleton, I leave my hunting recurve with the 60# draw weight, and the ashwood arrows that go with it.  Of all the human hunters I have known, he the only one I believe would do it justice.  Ollie, I have never forgotten.

To Declan Moore of the Silver Hand, I leave my copy of Trad, Bad, and Dangerous: Drinking Songs Of The Eastern Kingdoms.

To Sigarni Windblade, if she should ever return:  I leave the scrimshawed turtle shell box and all its contents.

To my daughter Essilte Longsight-Verric:  I leave my pressed flowers, the locket on my keychain, and the lapis-and-moonstone inlaid wedding ring in my safety deposit box.  I also leave her my two-seater rocket.

To my daughter Isabelle Barrett:  I leave my wolf-and-lion wedding ring.

To my son Hunter Barrett:  I leave my leatherworking tools.

All my beast companions are to be released back into their natural habitats, with the exception of Dusty, should he survive me.  Dusty considers my family his pride.

All my remaining armor, weapons, books, journals and sketchbooks, and personal effects go to my husband Thoran Barrett.  I leave my hippogryph Muninn and my nightsaber Rain to Thoran as well.  My share of ownership in the farmhouse and all our joint property shall pass to Thoran Barrett.  My share of Merric Wines and Spirits also goes to Thoran Barrett, with the charge that he use his financial acumen to help our daughter Essilte grow this business venture and make it thrive.

Thoran may dispose of my personal clothing as he sees fit but I ask him to keep a shirt that bears my scent, as I believe he will find some small comfort in this.

My personal gold is to be divided equally among our three children, Essilte, Isabella, and Hunter, with the money held in trust until they are of age.

I wish to be cremated with Meri's gray shirt and Thoran's bracelet.  I wish that one handful of my ashes be cast into the sea off the coast of Darkshore, near the ruins of Auberdine, and another handful buried at Seradane, at the roots of a certain rosebush; I charge my daughter Essilte to see that this is done.  My remaining ashes go to Thoran's keeping with the expectation that they will eventually be buried with him and we will rest together.

By my hand and seal,

Etharion Longsight

Last Will & Testament of
Jocastia M. Silverwright

I, Jocastia Molly Silverwright, Seconddaughter of House Ironbeak, Aethel-by-Testament to the Wildhammer Thane, and Sergeant and aide de camp to the Servitors of Lothar, declare that this is my Last Will and Testament.

Article 1
Preliminary Declarations

I have one living child, named Nia'ala Silverwright. All references in this Will to my “child” or “children” include the above child and any child or children hereafter born to or adopted by me.

I appoint my sister, Noradrid Ironbeak, as my personal representative to administer this will as executor of my estate. If my sister, Noradrid Ironbeak, fails or is unable for any reason to serve as executor of my estate, I nominate Brommidor Stonebrow as the alternate or successor executor of my estate. All references in this Will to my “executor” will hearby refer to the declarations above.

I appoint my daughter, Nia'ala Silverwright, as primary caretaker to my companion, Uther J Cat. If my child is unable for any reason to serve in this capacity, I nominate M. Mindspanner as the alternate or successor in this capacity.

Article 2
Specific Bequests and Devises

I give my entire interest in the real property located within Wildhammer Keep to my child. If my child or children are not yet of legal age as considered by the Alliance within thirty days of my death, this interest will be held by the exector of my estate until such time that my child reaches such an age. If said divisee fails to survive me, then this gift shall lapse and become part of the residue of my estate.

I give my entire interest in the brig-sloop By Fire and Blood, its furnishings and weaponry, and license for harborage to the Servitors of Lothar. Should the Servitors of Lothar fail to survive me, then this gift shall fall to M. Mindspanner or her estate.

I give my entire interest in the pilot boat Little Albatross and its furnishings and license for harborage to M. Mindspanner. If said divisee fails to survive me, then this gift shall fall to Etharion Longsight or his estate.

I give my entire interest in the three hundred (300) acre orchard and grazing lands in the Arathi Highlands, hearby referred to as Ironbeak Hundred, to my sister Noradrid Ironbeak. If said divisee fails to survive me, then this gift shall lapse and become part of the residue of my estate.

I give and bequest all of my interest in the following property, subject to any encumberances, to the persons or entities as follows:
My library and collected research to Dexter Knutcrank.
My gyrocopter to Davvi Rattleclank.
My weapons to the Stormwind Academy of Arcane Arts and Sciences.
My armor to Dexter Knutcrank.
My crafted works and art to Frovelos.
My arcane and alchemical regents to Brommidor Stonebrow.

The divises and bequests of this article are intended to be specific devises or bequests.

Article 3
Distribution of Residue of the Estate

I give, devise, and bequeath all of the residue and remainder of my estate, after payment of all my just debts, expenses, taxes, administration costs and individual devises and bequests, if any, one half to my daughter Nia'ala Ironbeak, one quarter to the Servitors of Lothar, and one quarter to the Stormwind Orphanage.

Article 4
Guardianship Provisions

If, at my death, I have any child or children under the age of 18 and such child or children does not have a living parent, I nominate my sister, Noradrid Ironbeak to serve as legal guardian of such child or children. If this person is for any reason unable or unwilling to serve as guardian, then I nominate M. Mindspanner to serve as the legal guardian of such child or children.

General Provisions

If any beneficiary or recipient of any bequest named in my Will disclaims all or part of a gift, the portion of the gift disclaimed shall be distributed as if the disclaimant had not survived me as provided in my will.

If any provisions of this will are deemed unenforceable, the remaining provisions shall remain in full force and effect.

On this second day of March, Year 633 of the King's Calendar, in the city of Wildhammer Keep, I hearby sign this document and declare it to be my last Will.

JMSilverwright
Jocastia Molly Silverwright

Each of us is now more than eighteen years of age and a competent witness and resides at the address set forth after their name.

We believe Jocastia Molly Silverwright is over the age of eighteen years, is of sound mind and is not acting under duress, menace, fraud, misrepresentation, or undue influence.

We dlecare under penalty of perjury under the laws of the Alliance that the foregoing is true and corrected.

M 
M. Mindspanner

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Executed on this day second day of March, Year 633 of the King's Calendar, in the city of Wildhammer Keep.

((Written plainly on a sheet of note paper, and rolled up tightly, sealed, and bound with a leather cord))

I ask that this be opened only on the event of my death, so my last wishes may be made known.

I have thought long and hard about it, but at the end my wishes are few. The gist of them are dependent mostly on a factor that may not even be met at the time of my possible death, but as I wish to cover all my bases I shall start with those and then follow with desirable alternatives, should the first set remain unresolvable.

Should someone find a way to reconnect with my kin on the Wandering Isle within a year of my time of death, I wish for my belongings to return to my parents Jiang and Hyo-Sonn Creekwhisper at the Dai-Lo farmstead, so that they may have some physical connection to my life and experiences during my time exploring Azeroth. If he is still alive at the time, please also return to them my dragon turtle mount and companion, Rambo; he grew up a part of the family just as much as I did, and I'd like for him to return to a familiar place and faces he knows to spend his long lifespan with. Tell my parents I love them more than anything on this world, that I never intended to leave them in silence for so long, and that I'm sorry I couldn't come home with a big grin and plenty of snarky good humor, but that I am happy with how my life shaped out and have no regrets in fighting to protect my home and the homes of my friends, and I thank them for being the best parents and source of guidance I could have asked for.

If, however, the location of the Wandering Isle should remain a mystery within a year from the time of my death, then my wishes are as such:

--If there are remains of me to burn, please scatter my ashes into the sea. I consider it as much my true home as the turtle that carried us over it, and I would like to become a part of it in death. If it comes to be that there is no body left behind, then I would wish for my friends and company within the Servitors to feast in celebration of the good life I've had, rather than dwell on the end of my time on this earth.

--Have Rambo moved to the Creekwhisper fishery and estate at New Cifera in the Valley of the Four Winds, so that he can be with family and enjoy a comfortable life of honest work by the water, and lots of fish and loving care. Ask after "Granny" Yanling Creekwhisper; she will know of this arrangement.

--To Long-Sa Lotusfoot : If she can be located, please have my journal and travel notes delivered to my childhood friend, who has herself recently pledged to the Alliance and to my knowledge roams Azeroth much like I did. Although our time reunited off of the Isle has been short, I would still like her to have a record of my experiences and thoughts over these last few years, as both a secondhand guide to the craziness this world has to offer and as a means to remember me well and (hopefully) fondly.

--To Izarre: I leave my totems, weaponry, and notes and insights as an elementalist, that she may find them of use in her own endeavors. Be the most talented, gorgeous, and honorable shaman the Servitors could ever have, in my memory.

--I leave my tabard with the Servitors, in hopes that someone fitting may receive it and draw from my example inspiration and the conviction to fight for what he, she, or they believe to be right and worthwhile of defending to the last.

--To Zhiya Ironbloom: Though her path has led her to the Horde, I leave to Zhiya my leatherworking toolkit, projects, fishing gear, and blue sandstone hairpin, and a message that though our time together was short, her wit has brought a light to my days, and were circumstances more forgiving I would have loved nothing more than to be at her side. I am aware of the taboo against intermingling with those of the Horde, but she was another of my great friends in my childhood, and she deserves to know of my fate just as much as any of my fellows in the Alliance.

--To Anthus Steelshatter: I am hereby reserving five bottles of fine peach lambic in your name, to be broken into either once the Legion has been firmly squashed or if you're having an incredibly bad night and need some bit of comfort. You've been a good friend so far, you peach-nabbing fiend, and I hope you punch plenty of demons for me when I'm gone.

To my friends, loved ones, and acquaintances within the Servitors of Lothar and elsewhere:

I'm sorry I couldn't stick around to become a greater friend. Just know that I have greatly enjoyed my time with all of you, and appreciate you all fondly for helping to make my life the fun, crazy ride it has been. Please don't stay sad for my departure--I'll be much happier if you all can continue to smile and keep up high spirits. Keep going, and make the most of your lives, in honor of mine.

Farewell and best of wishes to all of you,

Ah'Lam Creekwhisper

((Written into two full pages, front and back, and folded and sealed neatly into an envelope.))

It should not come as much of a surprise the kinds of danger that come with warring against an enemy as mighty as the Burning Legion. If this letter has been opened, then let the reader and all concerned parties know that my life has reached its end, preferably on the field of battle in defense of my home, kin, and friends. Rest assured this is how I would have wanted to go--I have spent far too much of my life cowed by fear and wishing for someone braver and more capable to come and put an end to my problems and the problems of others; circumstance has graced me with the means to directly contribute something of greater good, and if I have gone out fighting, then I can rest knowing I did not stand by idle while all the world made a stand.

If I still have a body, or any remains to bury, I ask that I be commited to the earth, under the elm tree at the edge of the farmhouse in the Plaguelands where I lived these last few years. I was not there long, but it has felt the most like a true home since evacuating Gilneas, and in any case I've much happier memories at the Mender's Stead than I can say of many of my years in Gilneas City or the Northgate. Please allow me to rest at this place I've come to love, so that I may continue to be with my brethren of the Cenarion Circle in spirit as they continue my shared life's work of restoring the land to a state that people can come back to live on once more. Do not worry yourselves over ownership of the little farmhouse, or the chicken coop or beehives--should I fall, it has been established that another druid may settle in my place. 

For the matter of my belongings and business left unresolved, I hereby provide my final will and testament:

To Cadme Raysel of Nighthaven: I leave my spellstaff, that my mentor may bestow it to a future student to be of use. I express also my thanks for her patience, faith, and unwavering support in my growth from my wilted, feeble roots to what I had become at the end of my life. The Circle is truly fortunate to have one such as her educating its ranks.

To Bao Stillwater of Dawn's Blossom: I return the pearl-inlaid dagger gifted to me during my stay as emissary to Pandaria. Bao has been not just an excellent liason and guide, but a firm source of support, and a fine example of resolve, conduct, and resilience. I have considered him to be like a second father for the improvement he has helped me to realize, and wish him the best for the continued peace and recovery of his kin and homeland.

To Almara Redmist, wherever she may be: I give my thanks for being one of the best friends I have known, and entrust to her the care of my hippogryph companion Brighteye. She is an excellent field mount, tough and calm in the heat of combat, and I have every confidence that she will be as of much aid to Almara as Almara will be to her.

Regarding the fey dragon, Seeley: He has become much accustomed to being in my company since that day he smuggled  himself home with me in my pack, and I fear he may not take well to sudden solitude in my absence. He is, however, more than capable of providing for himself--I ask only that folk stop by the Mender's Stead now and then to offer him fruit, play, and company, so that he does not grow melancholy. Or you can give these things to him at the Keep if he happens to show up there--he has established a peculiar habit of inviting himself into places he has known, regardless of distance.

To Brommidor Stonebrow: To another good friend and Swordbrother, I leave my herb stores, medicines, and archived prescriptions of remedies and potions. May they serve you well in the aid of your fellows.

To Rhodge Woodrey, at the Dwarven District of Stormwind: To my elder brother, I leave my silver thorn-filligreed locket, my books, my furnishings, the first half of my accrued savings, and my love and thanks for standing by me through the worst of times. Thank you for being my shoulder to cry on, my family to look forward to returning to, and perhaps after all that we have gone through together, my very best friend of all. You have perhaps the most patience, reliability, affability, and astute perceptions of any that I've known, and for all this I wish you to find just as much happiness and peace of mind in all that you endeavor for. You completely deserve it.

To Barrick Woodrey, at Surwich: To my father, I leave the second half of my savings, and my journals of the last six years, in the hopes that by having this link to my living thoughts and experiences, that you may perhaps come to better understand the choices that I have made, or why I have acted in certain ways at certain times. At this point it is too late for me to ask once again for your forgiveness--I can only beg of you not to remain bitter of my memory, and tell you these things as well; it was never my intention to make you feel as though I had abandoned you for foolish intentions, but to do my part in preventing others from suffering as we have, and to help ensure that someday each of us could return to living peaceful lives free of threat of war or affliction. Please do not resign yourself to solitude and sad memories--you still have a loving son who is more than happy to include you as a part of his life, if you are willing to just put aside your pride and resentment and come to resolutions. After such a long time apart, I don't know what else I can say, except I love you, and thank you for all that you have done and tried to do for Rhodge and me. We are grateful for it more than you may know.

To my Swordbrothers and sisters of the Servitors of Lothar: I give my fondest gratitude for  allowing me the privilege to fight, work, and live alongside you all this time. Many of you have helped me to grow into something much greater than my origins, someone who I am proud to die as, and for what it is worth now, know that I considered the Lions of Lothar to be the family that I often wished for. It has truly been an honor to serve alongside you all; carry on with valor, give the Burning Legion hell for me, and make this world the peaceful place I wished to see.

Thank you for what has been a remarkable life.

With love,

~Beyarma Ailsa Woodrey

*The envelope holds a piece of thick parchment and on it is written thing stright handwriting*

To whom it may concern:

I, Connelli Morgan Rivervolt, in sound mind and body, do hereby pen my only living will, to be unopened until the time of my death. Should my death occur, the will shall be opened and carried out forthwith. I ask everything to be completed with a week of my passing.

If my remains are found intact, they are to be entrusted to Justevin Felsinge or Silvermoon. The runes on my finger are to be destroyed in their entirety, releasing the pact I have made with the demons under my authority. They are to be freed back into the Twisting Nether having finished their previous truce made between me and themselves. Once that has been taken care of, the remnants of my remains are to be interred alongside the rest of the Rivervolt family.

Below are instructions to take care of any belongings left in my possession upon the time of my passing:

To Justevin Felsinge of Silvermoon, I leave my staff with the purple crystal. Take the staff to the spot we spoke of in Northrend and smash the crystal. I pray this will be able to attone for my sins, if by just a minute amount. I also leave my ring of runes to Master Felsinge. Once given to me by him, I pray he can put them to use once again for the good of the world. Lastly I leave to you the sealed envelope in the bottom of my chest.

To my father Gregorio Timothy Rivervolt and my mother Opal Carena Rivervolt, I leave any monetary resources I have proccured, including the trust fund containing approx. 45,000 gold. Half of the gold will go to the surviving parents and the remaining half will be split up among my four siblings to be accessed only upon reaching adulthood.

To Phillip Rivervolt, I leave my wide-brimmed travelling hat. Wear it with pride, dork.

To Pippa Rivervolt, I leave to you my multi-colored scarf that I know you've been eyeing for years. In addition to the scarf I leave to you Pippa my case of knitting needles and yarn. Maybe one day you can learn to make lovely creations and share them with everyone.

To Trimsy Rivervolt, I leave my collection of pressed flowers and plants. Please continue to love nature as much I did, little sister.

To Clifford Rivervolt, I leave my collection of Gnomish mechanic tools. You've used them more than me, so use them to create more inventions to your heart's content.

Concerning all my books, scrolls, and notes on demonic studies and runic uses: I leave these to any Servitor that holds potential in the practice of these arts. If no such individual is found with a year of my passing, the materials will be donated to the Stormwind Royal Library in hopes they may be useful to another warlock one day.

To those that I leave behind, I am so thankful I have gotten the chance to have you in my life. I only hope I was useful to you and did my best.

Signed,

Connelli Morgan Rivervolt

*On the second piece of paper, more thin with scrawling writing*

Master, I'm so sorry I failed you. I tried. Don't blame yourself; you were a wonderful teacher, I just wasn't good enough. Hopefully I died as myself and not as her. Maybe your next student will be better than me?

Alicia's Poem

Do not stand at my grave and weep, 

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow, 

across Northrend's bright and shining snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain, 

on Westfall's fields of golden grain. 

I am in the morning hush, 

of Stranglethorn's jungle, green and lush.

I am in the drums loud and grand,

the thunderous hooves across Nagrand.

I am the stars warmly gleaming,

over Darnassus softly dreaming.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, 

I am not there. I do not die

Roiya's will is written in dark green ink in her very precise hand.

In the event of my death, I, Roiya Shadowpaw, being of sound mind, hereby will the balance of my worldly goods to my husband, Keydyn Silverstag, and our surviving children with the exception of the following items:

To Essilte Longsight-Verric, I leave my tabard.  Though she is not one of us, I feel that this is something that she should have from me and know that I thought of her often, especially in these last months.  I also leave her the vase that once stood in the palace of Queen Azshara, gifted to be by dear Sandaal so long ago.

To Etharion Longsight and Skybrooke Shadewhisper, I leave my journals and the other books in my office, in hopes you will learn from the mistakes I've made through the balance of my years and draw some comfort from the words I've written over the course of those years.  To Longsight I also leave my prayerbook and hymnal; to Shadewhisper I leave my New Moon pendant, blessed in the moonwell that once stood in the temple in Suramar.  May Elune watch over you and comfort you when I no longer can.

To Frovelos, I leave my collection of daggers.  They are old, well-kept and have drunk deeply of many a guilty soul.  May they protect you when I no longer can.  Care for them well and they shall care for you.

To Anthus Steelshatter, I leave my scale necklace, for I know you will safeguard it with your life, as you know its importance.

To Cerellean Stormtalon, I leave a map to a cottage that may no longer stand in the woods beyond Suramar.  It is my hope that perhaps it is still there and that you will find treasures long forgotten within.

It is my hope that should she still live that Jocastia Silverwright take over my position leading the Academe.  If it has come to pass that we are both gone, the mantle should pass to either Stormtalon or, goddess willing, to Maesaeloria Wyrmreaver.

To my niece Aekatrine, I leave the books in my footlocker, save the journals, which as stated should be passed to Longsight and Skywhisper.

The disposition of other goods is to be left to my husband as he sees fit, as he has long known my wishes and my mind regarding many things.

I ask for my body to be cremated and the ashes to be scattered to the four winds on a night of the new moon.  I would have my surviving swordbrethren bear witness to this event if possible.

Know that I will watch over you, always, for you all have been as sons and daughters, brothers and sisters to me.  I am sorry to have failed you and left you in this way.

Elune watch over you and safekeep you.

With greatest love and affection,

Roiya.

 <A carefully folded piece of paper stuck in among the rest of the wills on file>

I, Skybrooke Shadewhisper, being of sound mind and body, bequeath my worldly possessions to Cerellean Stormtalon to do with as he sees fit.  He's already got the keys to the apartment.

I'd like for my father to be notified, and my ashes returned to Ashenvale.

Anny, your gryphon is in my footlocker in the keep.  I'm sure you or M can pick the lock.

M, you've been a great friend and the best boss.  Keep being awesome.

Jo, take care of M.  You know how she is.

Fro, stay out of trouble.  At least try.  I want you to have that wool blanket, you know that Dwarven one.  For the next time you end up in the infirmary.

Avo, stay strong.  I want you to have my tabard.  I would have given it to you if I got promoted anyway.

Roiya, you were a mom when I needed one most.  I'm sure mine would have thanked you if she could.  Take my daggers, they were blessed in the waters of the moonwell in the temple in Darnassus.

Commander, thanks for giving me direction and purpose when I had none.  Give my blow gun and darts to Essilte.  I'd give them to you, but you've got yourself taken care of, and you might shoot yourself in the foot.

Dad, don't blame Cere, don't blame the Servitors, and most of all don't blame yourself.  Love you always.

<The bottom of the page holds an oversized, looping signature in Darnassian script, presumably Sky's full name>

The previous page has been crossed over repeatedly with a sharp quill, scoring and tearing the page in places.  Hastily scribbled in the margin reads the note "Let the Commanders sort out the lot of it."

I, Zuriah of Outland, being of sound mind and body, leave my belongings, all of which can be found in my chest at the keep at the Hinterlands as follows: 

My armor, should it be of any use after I fall, which I doubt, I leave to the skulking kaldorei mageling of the Keep, unless there is anew member of the Servitor who could fit into it and would want it. It is lined with Netherdrake scales and protects far better than most robes, particularly against fire and shadow. 

My staff I leave to my Mother, Izarre. It's hard and good for fighting and she might be able to make good use of it's crystals. Mother, feel free to gift it to someone who can use it, or tear it apart for the crystals. Don't keep it to remember me by.

My arcane blade I leave in the hands of Roiya Shadowpaw. It is a fine back-up weapon for a caster of the Servitors which can be powered by most kinds of magic. May she keep it, or gift it to another member of the Academe as she sees fit. 

The tomes with my notes on demons I leave to Jocastia in the hope that she find the information useful in the battles to come, and perhaps, help Mother honor our family. 

My two notebooks with pain-killer recipes I leave to Skybrooke. Use them wisely for yourself and others. 

My notes on the arcane, I leave to the Academe. My notes on the artifact we destroyed on the nameless word, I leave to Brommidor. 

Please set my Netherdrake free in Shadowmoon so it can return to its kind. 

If recovery of my body is an option, I ask that it is burned. Let fire consume the rest of me. If recovery of my body puts anyone at risk, leave it to the crows. 

Should my body be recovered, I leave my tabard to my Mother, Izarre, of Draenor, and ask that my mask be taken to the grave of my Mother, Izarre of Outland. 

*There is a letter attached labeled "To be opened upon my death" it reads: 

Servitors of Lothar,

Hopefully I died in such a way that made you proud. I hope that in life, and death, I earned a place among the people my mother has grown to call family. Thank you for having given me the chance to live and fight along side others before my end. Continue the good fight and keep each other safe. 

Zibby. You kept your promise. You never saw it, but you made me smile more than once. 

Skybrooke, my friend, don't let the pain, both physical and emotional, control you. You're better, and stronger than me. Stay that way. Don't become a husk like I did.

Human dad, thank you for making Mother happy. I continue my journey knowing she's in good hands. 

Frovelos, find yourself a good girlfriend. Be happy, live while you can.

Bromm and Bey. Perhaps we'll meet again on yet another world. 

Mother, don't grieve. I go now to keep you company on the other side. I love you. You were the best mother a girl could have asked for. Whenever you need strength, just call on me and I'll sing to you from the other side to give it to you. I know you never wanted this for me. I know you were always most proud of who I was, but I hope you're proud of who I became as well. 

See you all on the other side,

Zuriah

*placed within his file is an unassuming envelope simply labeled with "To be opened upon death"*

I, Zerov of Outland, writing this of sound mind and body, leave any and all of my worldly belongings able to be recovered, to be found either within the keep or on my person, to those who follow:

My Light infused sword, aptly dubbed Hope Eternal, shall be returned to the blacksmith and maker Folcan DelUrlar to be used or distributed as he best see's fit.

The rubber 'sneakers' gifted to me by Commander Mindspanner shall be returned to her and the Scouts in case they find need of them elsewhere. I know they were specifically fitted to myself, but they may yet find use with another should the opportunity arise.

My armor I leave to both Iz'ahare of Draenor and Folcan DelUrlar, the metal and crystals found within to be used or discarded as they best see fit. I know the crystals aren't the best out there, and that the metal is a bit worn down from use, but they've served me well enough over the years.

My tabard is to be returned to the Guard to be redistributed or given out by Commander Stonebrow as he may best see fit.

The blue crystal pendant worn around my neck, beneath my armor, I leave to Zuriah of Outland. It was among the first crystals I ever shaped, and although it bears no special properties, it never made it to its original intended destination. I pray you are able to find some use in it, and if not you may feel free to discard it.

My leather-bound journal I leave to Iz'ahare of Draenor and Zuriah of Outland. It is written entirely in Draenic, and some of the earliest entries are from when I first began my Vindicator training back in Shattrath. I'm sure there are at least a few amusing stories from back then that you may enjoy. Feel free to ignore any of the sketches within, boredom hit me hard at times.

The Horde ship given to me by Celestine Winters, kept anchored off the coast near Southshore, I leave in the care of Jocastia Silverwright. If she does not wish ownership of the boat, I ask that Commander Mindspanner use the snowflake pin that can be found with my belongings in the keep to get in contact with Celestine and return the ship to her fleet. If that is not possible, feel free to sell the ship and use the profits for the Servitors. 

If the snowflake pin has no further use per Commander Mindspanner's judgement, I ask that it be destroyed. 

If Nirii wishes to remain around the keep, I ask that Commander Mindspanner keeps an eye out for her.

I would like for the old draenic sparring blades gifted to me by Jo to go to her daughter, Nia'ala Silverwright, with the hope that she may never need to learn with them, but to have them if she must.

I would like for the sunglasses given to me by Athen Corelli to be returned to her if possible.

There is a small handmade sled near my chest at the keep that I would like to leave with Ah'lam, in hopes that she is able to pass it along to Mo the hozen if the chance arises. It isn't anything special, but I figured it'd serve him better than my shield could for such purposes. 

I ask that my shield be taken to my mother Isoraa to be found within Shattrath on Draenor. There is an enclosed letter for both her and my sister included as well that I would like to be taken alongside it.

Any monetary funds to my name I ask be split equally between the Servitors of Lothar and my family that remains on Draenor.

Any possessions not explicitly listed here I ask that the Commanders distribute as they best see fit between Servitors and my family. Should my remains be recovered, I simply ask that the proper funerary traditions of my people be followed. 

*his signature and the proper notarization follow, and a sealed letter with 'Mother' written in draenic is nestled behind*