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“I was on the vessel that was bringing in the armor. We’d just boarded the ship and were headin’ back here when we were attacked by a Forsaken destroyer. They boarded our ship, took all the booty for themselves, and then sunk her. That was the last I’d seen of that armor. If you want, you can take my bomber from Scalawag to the dreaded isle that the destroyer be docked. Talk to my woman, Alanya, outside. She’ll get you on the bomber.
If you manage to find the stuff, don’t you dare bring it back!”
-“Silvermoon” Harry
Recover the Ancient Armor of the Kvaldir and deliver it to Orfus of Kamagua in the Howling Fjord.
Quest Giver: “Silvermoon” Harry — Scalawag Point, Howling Fjord [35, 81]
Turn-in: Orfus of Kamagua — Howling Fjord
Objective: Recover the Ancient Armor of the Kvaldir from a beached Forsaken destroyer and deliver it to Orfus of Kamagua.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
Getting to the Ship
Looting the Armor
Return Trip
Efficiency Tips
Lore Context
Cross-Expansion Connections
The Kvaldir Beyond WotLK
“Silvermoon” Harry and Alanya
Battle for Azeroth: Both Harry and Alanya resurface at Fort Victory in Nazmir, still together and still pirating. For a pair of scoundrels who were terrified of ghost armor, they’ve done well for themselves.
Explore Howling Fjord’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Howling Fjord Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
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“I was on the vessel that was bringing in the armor,” Harry said. “We’d just boarded the ship and were headin’ back here when we were attacked by a Forsaken destroyer. They boarded our ship, took all the booty for themselves, and then sunk her.”
What he didn’t say: they ran. East, away from Scalawag, away from any hope of reinforcement. The Forsaken ran them down anyway.
“That was the last I’d seen of that armor. If you want, you can take my bomber from Scalawag to the dreaded isle that the destroyer be docked. Talk to my woman, Alanya, outside. She’ll get you on the bomber.”
His voice turned hard.
“If you manage to find the stuff, don’t you dare bring it back!”
Alanya was waiting outside Harry’s tent. She told me more than I needed to know about his blood elf obsession while preparing the bomber, but she got me airborne. The flight took me southeast, over open water, to a rocky island where the beached destroyer listed against the shore.
The Forsaken were long gone. But the Kvaldir were not.
Spectral figures drifted through the wreckage. I could feel their attention turn toward me as I moved through the ship’s broken hull, the temperature dropping with each step toward the cargo deck. They didn’t attack. They watched, waiting to see if I was foolish enough to claim what they guarded.
The armor lay in the hold’s depths, ancient metal that seemed to drink the light around it. Windan’s curse echoed in my memory: ten thousand years of anguish for any who dared wear it.
I wrapped it in canvas without touching the metal directly.
The bomber was still waiting on the shore. The Kvaldir let me leave. Perhaps they wanted the armor returned to its grave. Or perhaps they simply wanted it gone from their sight.
Either way, Orfus would have his artifact. One of four.
Near Scalawag Point a man they called Mad Jonah Sterling still had The Frozen Heart of Isuldof, and whatever it had done to his mind had not worn off.
