Lore segment begins at (14:30)

Tonight, we start where every good nightmare in Azeroth seems to begin: Duskwood. Rain on the windows. A fire that pops just a little too loud. And a name that should have stayed buried: Stalvan Mistmantle.

From Madame Eva’s cards to Darkshire’s dusty records, we follow a classic trail of letters, journals, and half-rotten truths that cuts across human lands like a scar. But Duskwood never gives you just one horror. One story turns into two, and suddenly we are chasing the echo of the Scythe of Elune, the guilt of Velinde Starsong, and the chain of mistakes that helped make the forest howl.

Then the green shifts.

We cross the bridge into Northern Stranglethorn, where Stormwind’s “one-time mission” has curdled into a long, sweaty survival story at Rebel Camp. Kurzen’s Compound still hums with bad orders and worse chemistry, Brother Nimetz is nose-deep in “medicine” that does not feel natural, and something small, sharp, and hungry decides it likes us. Also, there is a stone that should not be whispering inside your head, and we are absolutely going to talk about that.

And finally, the jungle does what it always does: it demands blood.

We meet Hemet Nesingwary Jr. and the chaos of Nesingwary’s Expedition, where the hunt becomes a ladder of legends and one page of The Green Hills of Stranglethorn turns into a running obsession. Tigers. Panthers. Raptors. Names that feel like campfire stories until you are staring at fresh tracks in the mud.