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The Seeker: Chapter XXI
There were many restless arguments between each ambassador of the dragonflights. Sorel and Setrastrasza seemed to be pulled into the middle of it. It was ironic that they were fighting while in the presence of the Orb of Unity. Among the ambassadors were Kalecgos, representing the Blue Dragonflight. Lord Itharius represented the Green Dragonflight. Nalice was the representative of the Black Dragonflight. There was also Chromie, who was the voice of the Bronze Dragonflight. Finally, Alexstrasza was the Red Dragonflight's representative.
"I can assure you that Malygos has once again fallen into insanity!" Kalecgos assured the rest. "The few of us that have chosen not to follow him see his destructive path will only cause decimation to our flight."
"I never wanted to have to go against another of my brothers." Alexstrasza told him. "Neltharion was the first. I was fearful Malygos would follow his path many years ago, but he recovered. But now, it has come to where actions must be taken.
The Seeker: Chapter XX
On the other side of the portal was Wyrmrest Temple. It towered above any other part of Dragonblight. The only problem was that there were dragons. Everywhere. In fact, there was nothing but dragons. Several red dragons circled the tower whereas others were standing guard. Some were chasing down the many blue dragons that were attacking the Temple. Quite frankly, there were blues all around them. The reds and blues were in an all out war with each other.
Sorel could see the victors roar in triumph where the defeated fell to their deaths hundreds of feet below. Setrastrasza looked worried about the situation. She was obviously in pain seeing her brethren fall. Hopefully with Sorel's arrival, she wouldn't have to bear witness to it much longer.
"Ah, the Seeker I presume?" A voice called from behind. They both turned to see a single blood elf. Her dark skin tone had a light reddish hue to it. Her hair was like shining rubies. There were two broad horns coming out of her temples that were
The Seeker: Chapter XIX
The human capital's harbor was highly busy when Sorel and Setrastrasza returned. Dozens of ships were on the dock. People were walking to and from the pier to the hangars. It was more crowded than the start of the Stormwind Stock Exchange. Sorel could see engineered flying machines being pulled out of the rear hangar, with flaggers assisting in directing them.
The two of them could see Jaina Proudmoore and Varian Wrynn walk up to them. Varian looked up at Sorelstrasz. "You're lucky to have escaped, dragon. The damages you caused have set us back weeks." Jaina interrupted him, "Varian, he wasn't in control of himself. Deathwing should be the one you extend your frustrations at." "Regardless," Varian turned back to Sorel, "if you didn't die at Deathwing's hand, you would have died at mine." "Understood, your highness." Sorel replied.
"Good. It was rather fortunate to have the attack, though. While you two were gone, the Scourge attacked us as well. Luckily, it wasn't nearly as bad as the
The Seeker: Chapter XVIII
Further north on the Blue Dragonflight's front of Coldarra was Malygos: the dragon aspect of magic. He stood on one of the many intricate hovering platforms as he watched the rest of his blue dragons preparing for an all-out war against the Kirin Tor.
Malygos had been infuriated as to how some mortals were using his gift of magic. He didn't want another attack from the Burning Legion on Azeroth. He didn't believe anyone was ready for a second possible attack. It was for the best to lay the Kirin Tor down.
Malygos could see some of his dragonkin placing one of the final ley-line rings into place. The runes along the massive ring began to glow as a magnificent stream of pure arcane energy flowed through it, headed directly to the Oculus. The ring amplified the ley-lines that passed through it. When Malygos looked around all of Coldarra to see every last one of those rings, he began to feel pleased with their work. The Oculus hummed with at least 10 fully placed ley-line rings having powe
The Seeker: Chapter XVII
Stormwind's construction force had been working throughout the night trying to repair the damaged city. The never-ending sounds of hammers and other machinery didn't come as a surprise to anyone. They even hired dwarven masons from Ironforge in an attempt to hasten the repairs.
The townsfolk didn't have it as easy, either. Many of whom were afraid to fall back asleep in fear of another wave of dragons rampaging through the city. Others, more or less those affected by the magical black liquid, tossed and turned in their sleep as nightmares filled their heads. Nobody blamed them, but the scars would heal in time.
The morning sun began to peak above the outer walls of Stormwind. The golden rays of the sun danced in the water. The birds began to chirp within the seared trees of the city's cemetery, trying to rebuild their nests. The water churned smoothly down the waterways of the canals. It was the dawn of victory; a victory that was well deserved.
Sorel awoke from his slumber. He quietly
The Seeker: Chapter XVI
Regardless of how the battle was looking, the numbers of the Black Dragonflight were decreasing at a much faster rate than the Alliance. Arrows of flame fell through the sky like a meteor shower, but on a more or less apocalyptic setting. The two clock towers in the canals were greatly damaged. Much of the stone around the city had been scorched from all of the flames. There were many fires, but most appeared to be very well contained since all of the buildings consisted of more stone than anything else. Most of what did catch on fire was the roofs, trees, and wooden signs. Stormwind was built exactly for this reason, to prevent fire from ravaging the city. It was a lesson they had learned too well from when the orcs in the first war decimated the city.
Varian could see some of the townsfolk douse the flames with water from the canals and some of the freshwater that was at their disposal. He could also see more and more mutated dragons beginning to climb out from each of the districts.
The Seeker: Chapter XV
Back in Stormwind, Setrastrasza managed to reach contact with the wizards and magi of the Alliance. She told them about the rising threat with Malygos, the Spell-Weaver. Setrastrasza was even taught new spells thanks to them as well. The magi were astounded with her ability to control and possess magic for being a red dragon. The magic ranged from simple things such as levitating objects to powerful and dangerous spells created for the use of battle.
Setrastrasza could feel that same magic within her. It was quick, ready, and in the palms of her hands. She did carry around a rather large spellbook, though. Even a dragon's ability to learn requires constant memorization. She also obtained several small relics of arcane power that she adorned on herself. Most of them were jewelry such as bracelets, rings, and necklaces that were enchanted and infused with powerful magic.
She definitely liked it here. This was the first time she fully pursued her interest in magic. Setrastrasza could real
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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