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“There’s something wrong with Quetz’lun, the wind serpent goddess. What it is exactly I cannot sense, but I do know that her altar has been overrun with powerful creatures. I’m going to send you there on the back of one of my children, which you saved. The two of you will move swiftly and with great stealth to uncover what has become of Quetz’lun. My child will see you safely back to me. Just keep your eyes open.
When you are ready, ask and I will call one of my kittens for you.”
-Har’koa
Har’koa has asked you to determine what has happened to Quetz’lun. Speak to her to be able to ride one of her children stealthily into the Altar of Quetz’lun. Return to her at the Altar of Har’koa once you have done so.
Quest Giver: Har’koa — Altar of Har’koa, Zul’Drak [63.7, 70.4]
Objective: Ride Har’koa’s Kitten to the Altar of Quetz’lun to discover Quetz’lun’s fate, then return to Har’koa.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
Accept and Summon the Kitten
The Stealth Ride
Turn In
Efficiency Tips
Lore Context
This quest reveals that Quetz’lun, the wind serpent goddess, is dead. But Har’koa senses “something else” on your return, hinting that all is not as it seems. This sets up the Quetz’lun underworld storyline, where you’ll discover the goddess created her own private realm to take revenge on the followers who betrayed her.
Easter Egg
Explore Zul’Drak’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Zul’Drak Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
You will be able to choose one of these rewards:
You will also receive: (or 87 Silver if completed at level 100)
Upon completion of this quest you will gain:
Vikstone's War Journal“There’s something wrong with Quetz’lun,” Har’koa said. “I’m sending you on one of my children. You will move with great stealth to uncover what has become of her.”
One of the kittens I’d saved appeared at my feet. “Thank you for saving me. This is the least I could do to return the favor. Hold on tight.”
Both of us invisible, we ran north toward Quetz’lun’s altar. The kitten’s voice came as a whisper: “This doesn’t look good. Whatever you do, don’t fall off.”
We reached the steps and saw the Prophet of Quetz’lun standing over a massive serpentine form.
“Oh no… Quetz’lun is dead! Stay still. We’ll sneak past the prophet.”
We almost made it.
“What was that?” The prophet’s head snapped up. “I sense an intruder. Find and kill them!”
“We’re spotted! Hang on!”
The kitten ran. I held on. Behind us, the altar erupted with pursuit. Ahead, nothing but speed and desperate hope.
“I think we’re safe now. We made it!”
Har’koa already knew when we returned. “Deep down I knew it. I wanted to deny it, but your eyes have revealed the truth.”
Another god dead. The Drakkari’s madness spreading faster than we could stop it.
Quetz’lun was dead on her own altar, but Har’koa sensed something else. The wind serpent goddess didn’t go quietly into oblivion. She built something on the other side of death, and reaching it requires ingredients no living mortal usually needs in Preparations for the Underworld.
