The Excerpts from the Journal of Archmage Vargoth is found in the Legerdemain Lounge.
Entry 1) First, an introduction. I am Archmage Vargoth, leader of the first Kirin Tor expedition to Draenor. We have accompanied Alliance forces through the Dark Portal, and now set up base camp - Kirin'Var Village - in Farahlon, near the ancestral home of the Laughing Skull clan of orcs. Such a lovely place!
Entry 42) Ley-line excavations continue, with pleasant results. We were surprised to find several similarities in the ley-line structures between Azeroth and Draenor, possibly indicating a similar genesis?
My close associate Naberius reports that the Laughing Skulls have established a truce with the Alliance forces in the area. Always distrustful of orcs, I thought to myself, "This could be heaven or this could be hell."
Entry 205) Most of the Alliance forces have left for Azeroth. Hopefully the carefully-compiled reports that we sent with General Turalyon will make it back to Dalaran safely.
Ner'zhul's reckless portals have torn Farahlon apart, its green hills now quickly crumbling as the Twisting Nether corrupts the earth. I have to find a passage back to the place I was before!
Entry 1363) Year 14, and Kirin'Var still stands. We gather daily for a feast conjured by Luminrath, and Dathric's steely mageblade has managed to protect the village from intruders. The destruction of Draenor has proven to be a mixed blessing as the magical events that followed have proven more interesting than we expected!
Entry 1969) <This page is hastily scribbled, in stark contrast to the perfect calligraphy of the earlier entries.>
We've been attacked... Kael'thas' army... thousands of them!!
Floating ships... far larger than any zeppelin I've seen... strong, foreign magical energy... and some sort of mana bomb?
I've cast a protective ward on the tower... no sign of the others...
<the writing trails off>
Entry 1970) Kael's forces took us completely by surprise, and have trapped me in Kirin'Var's tower. An arcane golem guards the door below, programmed to aggrieve. I can study all the books I want, but I can never leave!
Though Kael's magic prevents me from communicating with him, I sense that my apprentice Ravandwyr still lives.
Archmage Vargoth's journal--like his quest text--is littered with paraphrased references to the 1977 Eagles song, "Hotel California." References include:
-- Always distrustful of orcs, I thought to myself, "This could be heaven or this could be hell."
-- I have to find a passage back to the place I was before!
-- We gather daily for a feast conjured by Luminrath, and Dathric's steely mageblade has managed to protect the village from intruders.
-- An arcane golem guards the door below, programmed to aggrieve. I can study all the books I want, but I can never leave!