Now let me explain Dalaran. Oh, Dalaran, the magical floating city in the sky. But, like, not just floating in any old place. No, the wizards of the Kirin Tor decided to pick up the entire city and plop it right in the middle of Northrend. Because why not? When you’re a mage, apparently moving your entire city is just another Tuesday.

Now, for those who don’t know, Dalaran wasn’t always a sky-high hotspot for adventurers. Back in the day, it used to sit snugly in the middle of the Alterac Mountains in the Eastern Kingdoms, all cozy and hidden under a magical bubble. Yup, they literally put the city in a giant purple bubble like it was an exotic fish tank. The mages thought that bubble would protect them from the outside world—and it did, for about five minutes—until Archimonde (you know, one of those giant demon dudes from the Burning Legion) showed up and popped it like a kid with a pin at a birthday party. Boom! No more bubble. Dalaran got completely trashed.

Fast forward a bit, and the mages, not ones to learn from their mistakes, decided it was time for a fresh start. Instead of rebuilding Dalaran in the same spot (like any normal person would), they thought, “Hey, what if we moved the whole thing… to Northrend?” Makes perfect sense, right? You’ve got the Lich King next door raising an army of the undead, so naturally, you move your magical floating city of nerds right into the heart of the warzone. Genius.

So, up they went—city, bricks, shops, and all—leaving the ground behind like, “Later, peasants!” Now, Dalaran soars high above Crystalsong Forest, looking down on the snowy wasteland like it’s too cool to even be on the same landmass as everyone else. If cities could have resting smug face, Dalaran would be the poster child.

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But despite all that, Dalaran was the place to be. It had everything: portals to major cities, a bustling marketplace, taverns, and so many quests. Oh, and let’s not forget the Violet Hold, which was like a magical jail for all the baddies the Kirin Tor caught—and for some reason, they thought it was a good idea to put that jail right in the middle of the city. Because nothing says “safe” like a prison break happening every other week in the town square.

And the best part? The underbelly, also known as the sewers, was basically the local shady hangout for all the rogues, mercenaries, and scoundrels. You’d think the mages would keep that place under control, but nah. It was chaos down there. People getting into brawls, gambling their gold away, even some literal sewer rats the size of small horses running around. It was like Dalaran’s version of a Vegas casino but with more rats and fewer neon lights.

One more thing—ever notice how Dalaran has, like, the fanciest buildings, spellwork all over, and levitating objects, but when you try to jump off the edge… splat? You’d think for a city of wizards, they’d have more safety precautions. Nope. No magic parachutes here, buddy. Step off that edge, and you’re going straight to Crystalsong Forest face-first. No refunds.

And Dalaran didn’t just sit there looking pretty. Oh no, it became the ultimate hub for easy travels! Need to pop over to Shattrath? There’s a portal for that. Want to zoom back to Stormwind or Orgrimmar for a quick auction? Portals galore! It was like the magic airline service you always wanted but could never afford—except the Kirin Tor, bless them, made it free. Well, except for that one mage who insists on charging you 50 gold for a portal because “he has expenses.”

So yeah, Dalaran: the magical floating city that’s part tourist attraction, part war zone, and all-around the most chaotic hub of magical energy you’ll ever experience. Welcome aboard!