Brann ' s Journal Brann ' s Journal is the journal of Brann Bronzebeard . It is the first known volume of his writings about his world exploration . It covers his journey south from Khaz Modan through Elwynn Forest , Westfall , and Stranglethorn Vale , after the Third War . Content . Fifth Day , Selune - Spring Once again , comrades , I appreciate the great honor that you have given me . I will uphold the pledge that I took to represent the Explorers Guild and to survey the grandiose kingdoms of the world to the utmost of my abilities . In my travels , I have already seen many wondrous sites and encountered a fair number of strange creatures . And , to my palate ' s delight , I have been privileged enough to sample a wide variety of exotic ales brewed by our human neighbors to the south ! Indeed , the human lands are captivating . I ventured into the vast forest called Elwynn , and I must confess that in all my days within the stuffy bowels of Ironforge , I have never seen a land more verdant and peaceful . Wolves and Gnoll s roam the lush woods , and I caught sight of a few pesky kobold s skulking near the rocky cliffs they so love . And to think that we thought the vermin were a problem only in our kingdom ! Still , despite the surrounding serenity , I sensed a certain danger lurking in the shadows . . . As if some thief or cutpurse would leap out at any moment and attack . Near the center of the forest , I came across a rustic tavern known as the Goldshire Inn , where for a few silver , I indulged in spiced venison and a frothy flagon of rich ale . Ah , comrades , to describe that sweet brew would require a whole separate entry ! The hardy humans of Elwynn were gracious hosts . I think it is safe to assume that our two races will share good relations for many years to come . Well , I ' ve taken enough time already . The road beckons , comrades ! I ' m off again ! Tenth Day , Selune - Spring Greetings , comrades ! Be assured that my mission to survey the lands of Azeroth continues unabated . I have left the tranquil forests of Elwynn behind me and write to you now from the lonely land called Westfall . Like you , I was under the impression that this fallow realm had once been the verdant breadbasket of the human lands . Imagine my surprise at finding only abandoned farms and countless acres of cropland left for the crows ! As I inspected a few of the scattered , lonely farms , I found only a few discarded mementos of the humans who had once toiled ceaselessly over this land . I left the melancholy hovels behind and set off across the rolling fields of dust . After a while , I came across what looked to be an abandoned mining town named Moonbrook . Once again , the hairs on the back of my neck stood up - as if I was being watched . With practiced ease , I unslung my trusted axe and braced myself for battle . Sure enough , three spry figures leaped down from the shadows . I quickly realized that they were nothing more than common Thieves . All wore crimson scarves to conceal their faces - leading me to suspect that the scarves served as badges of their shadowy brotherhood . Although my foes were skillful , I dispatched them with relative ease . It was only then that I heard the strange whirring sound behind me . I spun around to see a clunky creature , which looked to be some kind of giant scarecrow . It had blazing orange eyes and large , razor - sharp metal claws . The creature , which I now call the Harvest Golem , lunged at me again and again with an almost mechanical awkwardness . I landed a mighty blow to the Golem ' s chest - which , much to my surprise , exposed whirling gears and servos right where its heart should have been ! I realized then that it would take more than just my axe to defeat the monstrosity ! Ducking another of the Golem ' s slashing blows , I grabbed the trusty musket rifle I keep slung upon my back . As the whirring menace rushed in for its final attack , I shoved my rifle into its open chest - wound and pulled the trigger . With a jarring blast of thunder , the mechanical beast dropped and fell silent . As I left the strange town of Moonbrook behind me , I began to wonder if it was the Thieves and Harvest Golem who had scared all the farmers away . . . With any luck , I ' ll be able to return here and solve this mystery once and for all . For now , the road beckons ! My journey is far from over . . . Fifteenth day , Selune - Spring Greetings , once again , comrades ! My travels have led me south , past the amber fields of Westfall and into the lush jungle realm of Stranglethorn Vale . Though my previous encounters were hazardous to say the least , they were nothing compared to what I experienced this day ! The caws of tropical birds and the low rumblings of predatory cats seemed to come from every direction as I moved deeper into the steamy jungle . To my relief , I found a stream of fresh water and knelt to refill my water skin . Yet , as I splashed the cool waters upon my sweaty brow , I noticed a strange shadow moving behind the foliage nearby . From the corner of my eye , I could see that the monster was some sort of predatory reptile - and that it was easily twice my size ! But that didn ' t concern me as much as its terrible , glowing eyes that beamed brilliantly like twin stars on a moonless night . I froze in my tracks - realizing that the scaly beast was a basilisk ! These multi - legged predators , whose gaping jaws can crush plate armor , have a deadly gaze that turns anyone caught by it to stone ! Keeping my eyes tightly closed , I slowly drew forth my double - barreled flintlock pistol . Having no time to consider my options , I pulled the trigger and gave the monster a taste of my Dwarven hand cannon ! Recoiling from the blast , I quickly got to my feet and unslung my trusty battle - axe . Yet , as the smoke from my pistol cleared , I saw that the beast had fled , leaving me to ponder if my galvanized bullets had pierced its tough , crystal - hewn hide . I can assure you that only my experience in fighting such magical beasts saved me ! Undaunted by my harrowing encounter , I traveled even deeper into the misty jungles of Stranglethorn . After a time , I stumbled upon what looked to be an ornately carved statue of a hooded serpent . This was my first discovery that a civilization had existed within this vine - entangled wood ! But were the beings that sculpted the strange totem still lurking within these lands ? My questions were answered soon enough , as I gazed down upon what looked to be an ancient , ruined city ! With battle - axe in hand , I descended cautiously into the vine - covered ruins . I ' d barely taken my seventh step into them as I heard the low , guttural voices of troll s ! The dark , broken language reminded me of the mossy forest troll s that I ' d battled during the Second War . But , my reverie was cut short as the huge , spear - wielding creatures emerged from the shadowy ruins all around me . The jungle troll s were nearly eight feet tall and had the distinctive tusks and leathery hides of their forest cousins . But , their skin had the blue hue of deep mountain pools . They were also adorned with intricate tribal tattoos that ran the length of their lithe bodies . Imagine my luck at crossing paths with a band of savage headhunters ! Against such a group , I could do nothing but turn and hightail it back the way I ' d come . With my stout legs pumping like steam pistons , I bolted for the safety of the underbrush as spears and crude axes soared past my head . After what seemed like an eternity of running , I finally lost the cursed trolls amidst the jungle ' s clamor . As I stopped to catch my breath , I looked back towards the dark , savage jungle . I resolved to head east . . . and stay as far as I could from the trolls ' ancient ruins . Attention . Noted Dwarven historian and veteran of the Second War Brann Bronzebeard has gone missing ! Having undertaken the noble charge of his Explorers Guild to survey the uncharted lands of Azeroth , the celebrated adventurer made his way through the regions of Elwynn Forest and Westfall before filing his last report from the misty jungles of Stranglethorn Vale . According to his most recent correspondence , Brann had just uncovered the ruins of an ancient city hidden deep within Stranglethorn when he was beset upon by a band of savage Jungle Troll headhunters . Presumably , Brann evaded capture , but the only real clue pertaining to his whereabouts comes in the form of a vague final sentence : " I resolved to head east … "