It may be apparent, but I love the Forsaken.
But I’m not gonna talk about the Forsaken.
I do that enough.
Instead, I want to talk about my favorite, specific, lore story.
A story that is completely irrelevant, but incredibly neat.
The story of how Shen-zin Su, the turtle that is the Wandering Isle, got his name.
And a story about an umbrella.
800 years before the Dark Portal, there existed a Pandaren named Liu Lang.
One day, Liu Lang met a sea turtle and befriended it. Possibly bonding over their shared rotundness.
Liu Lang was an explorer at heart, and his spirit burned with wanderlust. Long had he wondered what lay beyond the mists that clung to Pandaria’s shores. And with his new sea turtle friend, Liu Lang created a preposterous plan.
He planned to sail out to see on the back of his sea turtle, at the time only large enough for the Pandaren to sit neatly atop the shell. But for such a trip, he would need supplies. And so Liu Lang went to the commerce capitol of Pandaria; Halfhill
There existed a store manned by a Pandaren named Shen-zin, who presided proudly over Shen-zin’s Sundries. And on this fateful day, a jovial Liu Lang walked through the door and provided a curious shopping list.
A lantern and oil. Dried foods. Fresh water. A compass. A spyglass.
Why, it almost seemed that this man was planning a sea voyage!
Liu Lang happily announced that, yes! He was planning to sail out into the world atop his trusty sea turtle! Which earned him an odd glance from Shen-zin. After all, it was a crazy plan. This happy loon was clearly sailing to his doom.
But business is business. And as Shen-zin gathered the items, he humored his strange client, advising that surely he’d need an umbrella to ward off rain and sun. And that he’d be glad to provide one free of cost!
And Liu Lang, joyful, dense Liu Lang, was ecstatic at this news! Beaming, he thanked Shen-zin for his kindness and promised the storekeeper that he would name his turtle after him.
And so Liu Lang carted away his supplies, leaving befuddled Pandarens staring in his wake. Umbrella in hand, he sat atop his friend, now named Shen-zin Su, and sailed out to sea for the first time.
We know the rest of the story.
Liu Lang didn’t just survive. He prospered. Shen-zin Su grew massive in size and more Pandaren from the mainland joined his travels.
And all the while, Liu Lang kept that umbrella with him.
The same umbrella we see in statues of his likeness.
The same umbrella that was thrust into the earth upon his death, transforming into the first tree of the Forest of Staves.
An umbrella gifted by a doubtful shopkeeper who fully expected Liu Lang to be eaten by a shark.