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“Greetings Hero. Your aid is critical; you are required in a matter of grave importance to meet at the Caverns of time. All will be explained upon your arrival. I apologize for the shortness of this letter, but the nature of the matter makes giving too much information a danger.”

Chromie wrote the last copy of the letter and using her magic to translocate the letters to the correct recipients. Chromie had no words for what she had witnessed, only that a single date stood out in her mind.

After the events in the time stream Nozdormu had deemed “The End Time” Chromie had begun exploring the future. Not far off she stumbled upon a particular day. A day that had no tomorrow. The things she saw in that time line still haunted her mind.

Chromie had entered the timeline in her dragon form and instantly was thankful for it. The lands of what was once Elwynn forests were barren and burning. Some parts where the fires had died the remnants of what were once animals, humans, gnolls, and murlocs remained. No longer flesh and blood, they were only echoes. Ash that still held the shape they had in life. None of them could comprehend what was happening to them as the fires consumed their lands.

Chromie flew over the smoke and ash choked skies until she found the charred remains of what was once Stormwind. Just like with Elwynn, Stormwind had been consumed by flames as well. “What has happened here?” Chromie asked herself.

“The End time… little bronze wyrm. That is what they call it; the day with no tomorrow.” A being said over the sound of the fires that raged below. It’s voice echoing as if it was speaking in multiple voices instead of one. A time twisted echo of itself. It was a dragon, simple in color yet infinite in its complexity, one of the last inhabitants of Azeroth; one of the infinite dragonflight.

“The arrogance of mortals finally caught up with them. The Horde and Alliance were at each other’s throats… until the very end. They burned together; their ashes were all that remained.” The twisted dragon said.”

“Chronormu.” A voice broke Chromie’s attention from the memory of things to come, back to the present. “I am ready. Nozdormu has tasked me with aiding you with your endeavor to find out what this potential future means for us.” The whelp said as she took a human form.

“You have been practicing I see.” Chromie said as she turned to fully face the young dragon. Just coming of age to start aiding the dragonflight and already the young one was enthusiastic to do everything she could to assist the older dragons.

“Yes I feel I have gotten the human form down enough to be able to mask myself amongst them.” The whelp said. There was a gleeful smile on the young one that showed her youth. She had so much life in her, so much time to live it. Or so Chromie thought. She would love to believe that such a thing was possible, but time… time was not on their side in this event.

Smiling Chromie said “Ok the only thing for us to do then is to wait until the ones I invited show up. It will only be… a matter of time.” The gnome said with a small laugh at the unintentional pun. The whelp smiled as she shifted back into her true form. “In that case I will await them just outside the caverns.” She said with a smile before flying up the tunnel towards the entrance.

Chromie could not get what she had seen out of her head, but she knew that those heroes who would answer her call would help reshape the vey future of Azeroth. Something that Nozdormu had seemed to have come to a different opinion of after the fall of the Destroyer. “I am sure they will have questions when they arrive, I will be sure to answer them as best I can.” Chromie said out loud, only to look around and see no one else was around. She sighed to herself as she began to slowly walk up the tunnel towards the exit of the cavern. The footprints she left in the sand vanished almost immediately as she walked.

In the back of Chromie’s mind she could not help but remember what she had seen. She could not stop the flow of memories about the day with no tomorrow. “Such a calamity… must not happen. There must be an answer.” The dragon said as she walked. She could easily have flown to the entrance, or even teleported, but walking along gave her time to think, and time… was not on her side.

(1/2)

She walked up the tunnel until the light stung her eyes for a moment. The heat of the desert was oppressive at times, but she had become accustomed to it. “Ah there you are Sarudormi have our guests arrived yet?” The gnome said as she walked next to the young dragon that had retaken her human form.

“Not yet, but I suspect they will be here soon.” She said before taking a small device out of her pocket. “Chronormu I have taken the time to make the device work for mortal use. In case for some reason I am unable to detect the anomaly you have talked about this device will reveal its existence to us.” Sarudormi said as she placed the small hourglass shaped object into her pocket once again.

“Excellent you are learning well Sarudormi. Soon you will be a true keeper of time.” Chromie said as she took a seat on one of the rocks. She needed those who were to come to meet here. Something about the events that take place in the past was stopping her from seeing them.

“Chronormu when will you tell me what had happened in the potential future you saw? What transpired that requires my aid? Could you not go back yourself? I am sure you would be far better at detecting what is going wrong in the past in, what alteration could lead to what you told me.

“I wish I could describe it, but I have already tried to travel back to that time period. Someone or something is preventing me from reaching the date.” Chromie said as she held took out a small hourglass and looked at it. “Good the letters should have arrived three minutes ago yesterday.” The dragon said with a smile. “That means that they should be arriving soon.” She added.

“Very well, I will try to keep in touch with you as much as I can; hopefully these heroes you are summoning will be able to help us correct what has been wronged.” Sarudormi said as she sat down next to Chromie.


(2/2)

Valdemir dragged himself into The Legerdemain Lounge and found himself a table towards the rear. Taking a deep breath, Valdemir waved over Sandra, the barmaid and ordered himself a large mug of ale. Once the drink arrived, he took a long draught and made himself comfortable in the chair. Recalling the events of the day, Valdemir thought to himself, “Damn I must be getting old.”

The day had started out relatively easy. He had set out to a secluded area of Dragonblight in hopes of finding an artifact that he had spent months hunting down. When he arrived at his destination, he pompously decided to enter the cave whit out checking for traps. Upon reaching the pedestal that held the artifact, Valdemir heard a rasping voice resonate behind him. Turning he saw the speaker, an undead lich. “Foolish mortal, you have fallen into my trap. Carelessly you barged into my abode and now you will face the Wrath of the true Lich king!”

Valdemir let out an audible sigh and retorted “Yea that’s what you all say. After us foolish mortals deposed your king, every would-be necromancer from Northrend to the eastern plague lands have claimed the title of Lich King. Come my King, face the Firebrand!” seeing as it was only the one undead, Valdemir started to laugh but soon had to stop himself. Taking the Laugh as the insult it was meant to be, the lich summoned forth a platoon of undead ghouls and skeletons. Frowning Valdemir thought to himself, “today will be a long day.”

Sighing Valdemir’s mind came back to the present. It had taken him half the day to turn the last of the scourge forces into piles of ash, and he had taken great pleasure in smashing the Lich’s phylactery, but the fight had left him severely drained. After about a half hour of enjoying himself in the bar Sandra approached him again and handed him a letter. “A strange rider just gave this to me and told me to deliver it to a Mr. Bolden, however I have never heard of anyone that goes by that name, you are well acquainted with the people of Dalaran, perhaps you could help me find this Bolden character.”

When Valdemir first heard the name his heart jumped into his throat. No one from these parts knew his real last name, so with great suspicion and anxiety Valdemir snatched the letter from the barmaid. Mubbling a farewell to the young girl, Valdemir rushed up the stairs to the room he had rented earlier and prceded to examin the letter. Even with a cursory inspection Valdemir could tell that a powerful being had written the letter, however he couldn’t sense any bad intent behind it. With his experience from earlier today still fresh in his mind, Valdemir decieded to air on the side of caution. Opening the letter with a quick spell Valdemir examined the letter from a distance. When nothing immediately happened, Valdemir took the letter and red it allowed to himself. ““Greetings Hero. Your aid is critical; you are required in a matter of grave importance to meet at the Caverns of time. All will be explained upon your arrival. I apologize for the shortness of this letter, but the nature of the matter makes giving too much information a danger.”

Plopping himself down on his bed Valdemir thought to himself “so the Bronze Dragonflight is having issue policing the boundaries of space and time, this doesn’t bode well.” It only took himself a moment to decided that he would answer their call. Standing, Valdemir began preparing himself for the journey to the Caverns of Time. However as he was about to leave the room, a wave of fatigue slammed into him with the force of an avalanche. Collapsing back into his bed, he chuckled to himself “looks like the bronze will have to wait a little bit longer for my assistance.” With that Valdemir slipped into unconsciousness

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The next morning Valdemir woke up with a pounding headache. Taking a moment to groom himself, Valdemir went downstairs to order himself a large cup of coffee to go. Taking the mug, Valdemir headed to the violet citadel, in order to take the portal to the Caverns of Time. Giving his colleagues the most cursory of greetings, Valdemir entered the portal. Moments later he found himself feet deep in the oppressively hot desert sand of Tanaris. Pulling his feet from the hot earth, Valdemir let loose a series of epithets and curse directed at whoever had been charged with keeping the portal properly aligned. Instead of appearing right at the cave entrance Valdemir found himself at the base of the hill about a half mile from his destination.

The entire way up, Valdemir cursed the wizard responsible for his misery. By the time he had reached the top of the hill, Valdemir was drenched in sweat, plastered with sand, and had muttered every curse he knew in common, Dwarvish, and Demonic. In his anger Valdemir all but missed the human and the gnome that were perched on a rock out cropping to his left. Pausing for a moment, Valdemir did his best to straighten himself out before approaching the duo.

After a few moments of fussing over his appearance, Valdemir approached the pair and handed the gnome the letter he had been sent. Taking a step back Valdemir spoke saying “I have answered the call, what must I do.”

'Two Felweed, boil them for two minutes, one Khadagar's Whisker, and simmer some Gromsblood for a half minute with ground Peacebloom.'

Chronius was engaged with his favorite thing to do; Alchemy. He was currently trying to make one of his (not so) famous healing potion, which always had a side effect. The fun in the side effect was you never knew what it did, but sometimes he could generally control what it might do. "Hey Fubaru," said a fully familiar voice. "Johero, you know I don't like being called that," responded Chronius while still working on the potion.

"And I know that you don't like to be bothered while making your potions. We both know I don't bother you unless it's important."
"Like the time you put that Siverleaf in my potion? I remember that like the effect it had on me."
"Hey, that was years ago. Plus it wasn't Silverleaf. It was just a Goldthorn."
"Well tell me what you were going to say. And where did you even get a Goldthorn?"
"Well I looked in the mailbox today and saw a letter addressed to you."
"Oh it was?"
"It was from someone named 'Chromie' or something. Any idea who that is?"
'He knows about Chromie?'"Well give it here, I'll read it when I'm finished."
"Okay." Johero said while putting the letter on the table. "I will see you tomorrow, I'm off to fish," he added while walking out of the room.

The humidity of the forest around Shattrath was beginning to get irritating. Mold and rot everywhere, mushrooms were about the only stable thing available to eat. If it wasn't the basilisks, it was giant bugs that had stingers. She met so many refugees, it was hard to remember this was a broken world.

Everyday it was the same thing, more cuts and bruises than anything else. But there was an occational broken bone and stoneskin to cure when some one got too close to the basilisks. She loved helping people, it was her job and her lifes work...somehow she thought there was more to life...but how was she to find it here in this broken world?

The draenei doctor on duty called her into the office, "Deidra, I have a new assignment for you if you are interested...the Light shines in you and you are needed in the world of Azeroth...we have done all we can here with your training. You have two choices....the first involves going to Nagrand, where the great herds of elekk and talbuk roam. There are also lots of ogres...and orcs. The city of Halaa is in constant flux, they fighting is almost daily. They are always in need of a good healer." his eyes were kind and he looked at her glum expression.

"Deidra...I am thinking that perhaps you are in need of a small vacation...a sabbatical if you will...there is a letter here for you...perhaps it will give you the break you need?" he smiled as he handed her the letter.

"A....letter? For me? But I do not know anyone outside of Shattrath....who is this person? Chronormu? What kind of name is that?" her confusion all over her face as she read the letter.

The doctor smiled, "Ah yes...I know Chromie...I cannot tell you more about it...but you should do what she asks...you might find it enlightening..."

"It does sound interesting...maybe I will go to this place...in Tanaris? It has been a long time...I heard that Deathwing has done a lot of damage to Azeroth...Yes...I will go and see what this is all about." she grinned in anticipation.

"Good! I will see to your travel expenses then...there is a portal to Orgrimmar and you can fly from there. Whenever you are ready my dear." he handed her a small sack of gold for her vacation.

Dee was overwhelmed with the kindness of the draenei. "Th...thank you! I will return when I can...I have no idea what this Chromie wants from me...do you?" she tucked the coin purse into her belt pouch and looked at the doctor in curiosity.

"You will have to tell me all about it when you get back...I am sure you will do something amazing...Chromie is famous for that!" he laughed and sent her on her way.

So it was on the bright sunny day she found herself on a rented strider from Gadgetstan heading for the Cavern of Time. She had several bags of spare clothing and her herb books, a few empty potion bottles and a sense of adventure.

The entrance to the cave was huge! She stopped as she saw the few figures there. A gnome and a human...and a bronze dragon were there...she gazed in awe at the dragon and approached cautiously. "Hello....is this the right place? Which one of you is Chronormu?"

(( Written On Notepad. Revised. Excuse Errors... Pweeeease. ))

A harsh blast of funny smelling smoke wafted through the air, and Amy Evermusk actually managed to not cough this time, she was growing use to the substance. She just forced a smile through her teeth, one that wasn't all fake, and snuggled up closer to the warm being she was wrapped up on. More flesh than fabric showed, as the bare minimum of clothing apart from her tight black lacey corset hid her pale skin. It was a little cold, she wasn't as comfortable today, she never was when... -She-... was also with the Master.

On a mountain of different shaped pillows and blankets lay the Master, bare-chested with a burning 'cigarette' in his hand. 'Love Hate Love' was scrawled in some demonic language across his chest, permanently cut into his chest in the form of an impressive tattoo. His hair was loose, yet seemed so perfectly set, as if he was intentionally going for the careless look... it worked. This was the Master, and every essence of his being expressed the fact that he knew it, and everyone around him knew it.

"Scowl," he slithered, his tongue shockingly snake-like as his words fell lazily out of his mouth with a reptilian thud, wispy yet thick. They were smooth but resounding. "You seem a little uncomfortable, does Shia bother you?"

Amy, or 'Scowl' as she was so dubbed by the man that had one of his arms resting along her, didn't want to say what she truly meant, so she stayed silent. Instead she raised her eyes to the Master, one blue and shimmering the other black and withering. Was the look a plea, or an attempt to feign interest? Neither would have altered the Masters disposition, instead he hardened his hold and pulled the lightly clothed warlock closer towards him, at the same time pulling a second figure closer from his other side.

If 'Scowl' was lightly clothed, then this new figure had never heard the word modesty, and in fact intentionally worked against it. It was a succubus, temptress of a cruel demonic nature. Her skin was fair and irresistible, purple like a Night Elves. And she flaunted this perfect skin by electing not to wear a scrap of clothing. Her body followed seductive curves that were crafted by unholy hands for the most dark of purposes, the ability to seduce not left solely to magic nor restricted by the bounds of 'fair seduction'. Yet the temptress enslaved was little more than a thrall to the pleasure of the master, (in this case, The Master).

Saia had as many metal piercings lined in the flesh of her body, her tongue, her lips, as she had felblood in her veins. She glimmered and jingled with invoked beauty as she moved, letting her tongue slide up The Masters arm as he drew her closer, in towards the foolish new girl. "Oh, Master," she spoke, her voice a constant -presumably enforced- moan. "Will I get to play with Amy... You know I love Amy..."

Amy winced, and The Master must have felt it, because he lowered his eyes to the young warlock and stopped pulling the two of them together. His eyes locked with Amy's for a moment and finally he shook his head, "No, not today Saia..." he muttered. "Scowl, be a dear and check my mail. One of the letters was a creative little creature and manifested itself inside my robes without urging. Do be careful, I do not want any of the death letters intended for me to harm your pretty face."

The Master let Amy stand, a trace... a flicker... of some kind of admiration more than just lust passed his eyes. Maybe that was what saved her from another night with Saia. She stood and left promptly, a girlish giggling from a being far too evil for such a sound following her. She would likely go out gathering reagents or visit home once more, despite The Masters insistance she stop doing that... she did not want to stay around to hear the sounds again, Saia did as The Master pleased, and the Master liked screaming.

"Scowl," jeered a cocky voice from the other side of the room, a voice she'd just love to claw with unholy claws of metaphysical strength, yet she knew better than to try. The voice belonged to a man whose magical prowess exceeded her own, one element of which he was now flaunting around the den.

"Robert," 'Scowl' returned, in fact 'scowling' at the man before her. Robert was a human, handsome sure, but too much of a di'ckhead for her to care. At every opportunity he sneered in her face and attempted to one-up her, her theory was he was constantly jealous of the Masters preference for her over him in every way. Today Robert bore a small green minion of flame, an Imp, on his shoulder.

((1/3))

"Please, call me by my shadowname, Robert is a Human... I am Nether!" he exclaimed, thrusting his chest forward, "And I have mastered my first minion, I notice you haven't yet... have you even mastered shadowbolt yet? Have you even been able to kill a flower? Trust me, if the shadow magic doesn't work out, you could kill a bloody field of roses with that death glare you're giving me now."

Amy shook her head, pulling open her black tome and tracing her fingers down some lines. This action was obviously hilarious, because Robert... or 'Nether' burst into laughter. "Hope to afflict some curse upon me 'Amy' -the condescending tone that came with her real name was enough to wish he just called her by her somewhat insulting nickname-, perhaps you hope to slam a bolt of shadow into my chest? My wards will eat all your power, you are not even fit to kill Jaknib here? He'll destroy you one on one..."

Amy nearly leapt out of her skin, one moment Robert was jeering from the other side of the room, the next his hand slapped down upon the pages of her tome. She silently cursed her fright, which had earnt her another round of laughter from Robert. She closed the book and tried to block out the insults from the arrogant son of a !@#$% in front of her, yet she could feel black rage boiling inside her veins. 'Little Girl...'

There was a flash and a gasp, a glint of the steel of chains and the disharmony of different emotions. After a quick scuffle, Robert was on the ground with silver chains clapsed around his throat, his face was growing redder by the second as he tried to splutter out words. Amy was on top, her knees pressed into his back, her face a mask of hate as she yanked the chains harder and harder, "Die you piece of ^-*!!" she whispered into his ear, pulling the chains harder and harder...

"Scowl!" resonated a familar powerful voice, one that was enough to cause her to drop the chains and fill the room with awe... The Master...


Later The Next Day

Scowl's namesake of a facial expression was twisted over her scarred lips as she walked through terrain and weather conditions intentionally avoided during every day life. Blistering sands whipped at her robe, and the burning heat combined with the tight crush of her ribs being pushed inwards by her corset caused her to gasp short breaths of air as she stumbled through the ribcage of some gigantic long-dead beast in the wasteland desert of Tanaris.

"Couldn't have been... a mage..." she winced. "Conjuring water from thin air... teleporting across desert... what don't..." she didn't finish what she was saying, as whatever sand dune she was coming to the crest of gave way and sent her sprawling done into the hot blistering near-ocean- of sand. Her screams of frustration were muffled by her fall, and it took her a good amount of seconds to come to a halt and bring her head out of the ground.

Amy cried out in frustration, "I hate it, I hate this place, Urrrgh!" she shouted out into the lifeless wastes, kicking a mound of sand with her foot (which was bound in a surprisingly practical set of boots, when compared with the impracticality of the rest of her attire). The Master had willed it however, and after a minute of 'calming down' (if calming down meant kicking sand), she fell back into step towards the caverns, downing the last of her water from a canteen and muttering something about Elves...

Almost to comfort herself, Amy took the letter from her robe and read it once more, stopping a moment to rest her lungs and catch her breath. “Greetings Hero. Your aid is critical; you are required in a matter of grave importance to meet at the Caverns of time. All will be explained upon your arrival. I apologize for the shortness of this letter, but the nature of the matter makes giving too much information a danger.”

All that she had to go on was The Master telling her that this was important and to do whatever was required, and to not take no as an answer. He called this an experience he would only entrust to her, and that she could learn a lot and help the world at the same time. He then said, that if anything, she was to bring him back a present and a good excuse...

Amy "Scowl" Evermusk rose to the top of the hill steeling herself for what was to come, it didn't work, her knees wobbled and she almost whimpered at the sight of such grand creatures as well as the congregation of what appeared to be 'heroes' around them. Why was she here? She wasn't supposed to be here, that was for The Master, oh why did he have to send her? His voice suddenly ran like warm water over her mind to calm her. It was just a memory, but it was a powerful one, '... and in all situations, appear professional, kempt, and beautiful. It will get you far...'.

((2/3))

Amy took one trembling step forward after the other, tying her hair up and shaking the sand out of her robe. She still took sharp short breaths, wincing as she readjusted her underclothing... it was tempting just to take the bloody corset off.

"Hello... Which one of you is Chromie?" she asked, her sweet and invoked kindness overruled by her timid fear.

((3/3))

((Seriously, this was like 5 words over the 2 post limit... :| ))

Stormwind City

Alaric Morgan sat in meditation in the Cathedral Gardens, praying to the Light as he was ringed in the holy Light. His thoughts were a whirling pool of emotions, ranging from sadness to anger, but the paladin knew that he could not have such in his mind. It was not the paladin way to be angry or sad, they were the stoic defenders of the Light and of justice. That is what he had been taught by his mentors, with a pang he thought of Ashok the one man he had truly ever respected and cared for in the Order. Alaric shook the thought from his mind as he continued to pray, whispering the age old adage his father had taught him.

"Light grant me strength. That I may crush my enemies, heal the wounded, tend to the sick, aid the poor. Light give me courage. That I may stand tall in the face of death, follow the path of the righteous, and walk in your Light. Light give me wisdom. That I may serve the people well, advise the lords of this land and be knowledgeable of your ways." Alaric's voice was quiet and peaceful, yet his mind was a swirling mass of thoughts that he should not be thinking. Was this war right? What happened to Ashok? Was the Church corrupt? Alaric shook his head again and sighed, realizing that prayer would not aid him with his tumultous thoughts. He slowly stood, wary that his balance might have disappeared with the hours he had spent sitting cross-legged before the lake. As he stood he stretched, pulling his warhammer, Vengeance, back onto his back and turned just in time to see a young page running towards him.

She came towards him with a letter clutched in her hand and as she approached the veteran paladin she paused and curtsied slightly. "Sir... um... A letter for you..." Her voice was quiet and she seemed shy, a slight blush on her face. Alaric had to shake his head, it seemed since his return from battle in the north that rumors of his deeds were spreading to the rest of the Order and beyond. "Thank you." Alaric said kindly, smiling at the girl who curtsied again and darted off, probably to gossip with her friends about how Alaric had smiled at her. Again it baffled Alaric how just doing his duty to the Alliance seemed to garner him respect and sometimes being the crush of some young girl.

'Maybe it is because I am now a Knight,' Alaric thought dryly, realizing that his promotion probably had more to do with it than his deeds. He quickly opened the letter and read it, his brow creasing with concern as he read the letter. He did not like how he would have to work with members of the Horde, but the thought of the world being destroyed pushed such thoughts out of his mind. The Alliance had plenty of Knights to take up its cause on distant battlefields. Alaric was not needed here, so he got his things packed together, the small pack that carried all of his belongings and headed out. He found a mage to port him to Theramore and from there he would ride hard south to Tanaris and the home of the Bronze Dragonflight.

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Tanaris

Alaric stood looking up at the mountain cave complex that was the home of the Bronze Dragonflight and sighed. He had tried to mentally prepare himself for working with the likes of the Horde but it was difficult for the paladin. He sighed again and took the necessary steps, looking the part of the the paladin, his massive purple warhammer on his back and his golden armor shining in the sun. He stood at his full height, his chin high as he looked over those currently here. Thankfully, none of the Horde had arrived yet and so he was a little more cheerful than he would have been if they were here.

He turned to the little gnome he had been told was Chromie and saluted, "Knight Alaric Morgan at your services." He then stood at the ready, sure that when the Horde arrived there would be words and venom traded. He silently prayed to the Light for restraint, asking that he be given the necessary control to not bash their heads in.

The Hinterlands, high in the mountains of the Eastern Kingdoms, were the home of three distinct groups. The Wildhammer dwarves and their gryphons made up one group. They were not too keen to have High Elves as neighbors and often sent adventurers after the supposed relics and treasure hidden in the halls of the Elves.

The trolls were vicious and cruel, stealing children of both elves and dwarves for their voodoo rituals. The whole area was home to wolves and Wildkin. It was hard for Sydric to think of any of the other races as anything but meddlers and thieves. All of his life he had fought almost all of them. It seemed the whole world of Azeroth was against them.

The day the letter came, his father Kelfron had set him down and sighed deeply. "We are the eldest...the strongest of the races...and yet we are forced to subsist in solitude and rejection. Your mother and I do not wish to see our cynicism rob you of your edification and free mind. You must seek out Chronormu and aid the bronze dragonflight in any way you can. It will be good for you to experience what the outside world is fighting over. Draw your own conclusions. There will be others, many of whom will hate you on sight. It would be best for you to cover your eyes and face, you can pass as a 'blood' elf." his words quiet and with some loathing for the Sindorei.

Neifeir, his mother looked at Syd with affection as she handed him a bright blue cloak. "This is fashioned with love for you my son, it will hide your true self in illusion. Chronormu will know you for what you are, the others will not unless you tell them. Go forth with an open mind and heart. Not all of Azeroth is against us...there are those who remember the good that is in all creatures." she smiled at him, her pale blue eyes full of love that only a mother can feel.

Syd took the cloak and threw it over his shoulders, covering his plate armor and his glaive in his hands as he contemplated going out into the world he considered his enemy. "I will go and do this Father, not because I wish to leave you both. But that a bronze dragon has asked...and I wish to serve the good of the whole. I will see if the races are worth saving, in spite of their inability to get along."

Syd looked around at the small community of elves who lived in the Hinterlands and nodded to those who bowed to him out of deferrence. He picked up his supplies then and waited while his mother opened a portal to the Caverns of Time. She was a far more accomplished mage than most of the Kirin Tor, though she did not flaunt it.

Stepping through the portal Syd appeared in a shimmering oval of light. Ahead of him was a group of others. He invoked his disguise as a Sindorei and walked forward. It took him perhaps five minutes to reach them. He noted several humans and other Sindorei. "I am here, to serve you Chronormu." his voice low and smooth as he bowed to the gnome.

Chromie looked at the mortals as they arrived one at a time. Some of them seemed to know her by name; others were asking why they were gathering. The gnome hopped off of the stone she was seated upon and walked in front of the group of mortals.

“Greetings everybody, I am sure you are all wondering why you are all here. Before I answer your questions I would like to introduce myself properly. I am Chronormu, but you can call me Chromie. I am accustomed to such formalities. Now I wish I could say I was simply gathering you all here to have a pleasant chat, but that is not the case.” Chromie began the start of a conversation that would no doubt instill fear or even despair in these short-lived beings.

Sarudormi walked over next to Chromie and crouched down and spoke into her ear. “Chronormu not even half of the ones you sent for have arrived. Can we still do this with so few?” Chromie thought of what Sarudormi had said and whispered back “We will have to, there is not enough time to wait.”

“Now allow myself to explain our situation. I have been delving into the future and discovered a day that brings no tomorrow. Fires consumed the lands and boiled the seas. No matter what part of Azeroth I was at, from Elwynn forest all the way to Icecrown itself fires consumed everything. This new future has been set into motion by a malevolent force. I believe I have found the date that this change in the timeline has occurred. I have tried to access this time point, but have been unable to. I believe something is stopping me from going there.” Chromie said. At this point Sarudormi stepped forward.

“I am Sarudormi, you all may call me Sari. I have been tasked by Nozdormu himself to assist Chronormu, and by that, you. I will be acting as Chromie’s eyes and ears while WE are in the past. Yes we are heading to the past, to Old Stormwind to be precise. Seven hundred and twenty years ago. Now you will all need human illusions, well the non-humans will anyway.” She said as her hands glowed with Arcane energy and a human illusion formed over those of the group who were not human by nature.

“Ok if you have any questions for us, now would be the time to ask them. We will depart soon.” Sari said. She looked the group, now all of them appeared to be human. She had hopes that this would be easily resolved, but she felt that it was not.

Dee looked around at the others and was shocked to see they all appeared to be human now. "Oh my! Is this necessary? I mean I have never done this kind of thing...I have no idea what to expect...what is it exactly we are doing?" her eyes alarmed at the differences in speech and looks. There appeared to be warriors, which was reassuring, and another woman who seemed to have a strange colored eye...Dee shuddered at the coarseness of her own features as she lifted a hand to her face.

Dee was used to dealing with demons and the fel energies, this seemed to be so....unnerving to her. She swallowed her fear and stood up straight. Resolved to be strong and see this through, and perhaps learn some new things.

The suddenness of the illusion spell took Syd by surprise and he examined his hands in curiosity. The young Sindorei was quite out of her element and he hoped she would come through as a healer, as she seemed to be a spell caster of some kind. The other man was obviously a warrior and Syd nodded to them all in greeting.

"I suppose an introduction is probably a good idea, since we will be working together. Let us be simple about it...I am Syd. I am a warrior and a blacksmith." he was not about to tell anyone of his High Elven heritage. Though if they guessed or surmised it somehow he would not deny it.

He stood stoically waiting for whatever was to come. He was here at behest of his parents and would make the most of it. He was canny enough to know something was important enough to cause the calling of these particular people and he would work with them to the best of his ability.

Amy Evermusk fell into place with the others, it seemed she wasn't being singled out for being sent in the stead of her Master, nor was she being stabbed in the back yet so it wasn't an ambush. The Master may have been right, this was an actual important meeting, considering the implications of what would happen if this... Gnome... was correct, then this was actually very serious. And, what was this about travelling back in time? Back to Old Stormwind? Perhaps Amy could gather some trinkets or something for the Master, that would certainly please him.

She gasped as some tremendous magic was invoked and every member of the party was disguised as a human, of course it would make sense if one was to think logically. Disturbing the flow of time was bad, and that was bound to happen if a race other than humans was seen in Stormwind so many years ago... and considering they were travelling back in time, that would cause very bad things to happen. Amy however, didn't have to be disguised, she was already human and could more or less fit in. Her eye might draw some attention and she hadn't yet learned how to mask it yet.

The young Warlock drew her hood, glad that her spell tome was not as dramatic as the Masters, and was merely a leatherbound book as opposed to an unholy relic of demonic nature.

"My name is Amy," she greeted weakly, her mouth pressed to speak more but she cannot find the words.

"I'm... ready," she finally decides, knowing well in her heart she wasn't ready for whatever action required the commitment of warriors and heroes and dragons alike. A task that required her Masters aid was not something an apprentice warlock who hadn't even mastered a spell yet should get involved in.

Alaric nodded and shrugged slightly as the appearances of the non-human races were given illusions. He smirked and half-heartedly chuckled at the turn of events, at least he would deal "directly" with any Horde races. He then thought over what Chromie had told them and sighed, realizing that he was about to go on a journey that would take him to a land that he knew well but also did not know at the same time. The paladin regarded the group and saw that some were scared and feared for their own safety. He stood tall, his hand gliding down to rest upon one of his librams as he mouthed a silent prayer.

"I am Alaric Morgan, Paladin of Stormwind. Let the Light give you courage, let it guide your path." Alaric intoned the last bit with power, giving the words a bit of the Light inside him and let it flow out into his fellow adventurers. Some looked like this was their first adventure out in the wilds. Alaric sighed mentally as he realized that he might be the only veteran here, besides the dragons of course.

"Let us begin. The Light shall defend us." Alaric stated both with a bold demeanor, certain that even if his comrades were novices to the world that he was more than capable of picking up the extra weight. He just prayed to the Light that he was strong enough to fight whatever could keep a Time Warden from viewing the past.

((Sorry for late post, was discouraged for a while, will fix it tho.))

As Johero walked out of the room, Chronius got up from his alchemy, it was done. He corked the vial and opened the letter. It said something about a "great danger". He really didn't care anymore, there were so many of these instances. He put the vial into his bag and walked out into the fayer. He knew which door to take, the one to his left. He opened the door and walked into the room he probably wouldn't see for a week. He grabbed his gloves, robe, and shoulder pads and put them on.

He looked over next to his bed, his ragged staff. He picked it up and took a practice swing. Force of habit. He then walked back into the fayer and out through the front door. A blast of familiar cold hit him in the face. "Oh, it's not snowing. I thought at midday it would be below freezing." Chronius sarcastically said. He was in that kind of mood, it happened to him if he had to walk out into Winterspring during his alchemy day.

"Well, might as well get there." Chronius said while transforming into a bird and flying of toward the direction of his least favorite place; Bligewater Harbor. There would be a Goblin who could teleport him there, but for a price.

----- Two Minutes Later -----

Chronius landed on the edge of the Harbor. He looked to his left and immediately saw a conveniently placed Goblin mage. 'They cost you, but at least they are in the most convenient place possible,' Chronius thought. He shifted back into a Tauren and walked over to the Goblin.

The Goblin looked up and said, "One gold for a teleport." Chronius silently pulled out a gold coin and tossed it to the goblin. "Caverns of Time." He simply said while the goblin started to cast the spell. Once he had finished, Chronius walked through the portal into the hot, beating sun of Tanaris. Chronius flinched from the sudden change of heat, and the quickly pulled out a simple vial of water and drank it down.

He felt better, but he couldn't stand here for long. He looked around; he was sure near the caverns of time. There was a group a short walk away, they looked all more or less Human. "Hopefully they won't kill me here." Chronius thought another pessimistic thought while he trudged over to the group.

When he got within his earshot, he could make out a Gnome; Chromie. He kept on walking, and when he got to the group he said, "Am I late to the party?" sarcastically once again. Forgetting one key element, he re-said what he just said in common so they could understand him. Once again he hoped they wouldn't kill him there, but at least they could hit him for that dumb entrance line.

Sari stepped forward at the woman’s question. She felt comfortable taking some of the burden from Chromie. “We are going to be traveling to old Stormwind and discover the source of the shift in the time line. We will then attempt to rectify it and set Azeroth back onto the correct timeline. One that does not end in fire.”

“Am I late to the party” She heard a clearly tauren voice say. She looked at him with narrow eyes. “I do hope you plan to take this matter seriously.” She said. Chromie stepped forward and said “Not at all, in fact this is when you were always going to arrive here.” The bronze dragon said with a chuckle. Sari sighed and cast the same illusion spell upon the tauren.

“Those who have changed, look at your temporary forms. Realize that should you get youselves separated or discovered you must recognize each other as friend. The changes that have occored in Old Stormwind,its source has blocked Chronormu’s ability to even entire the time line. So we will leave at once. Should anyone else arrive they will be sent to join us via our temporal magic.”

“Let us delay no further time is of the essence.” Sari said as a figure approached from the caverns. He looked high elven, but had spines growning from his back. He walked up behind Sari and placed a hand on her shoulder. She almost jumped out of her skin before turning around and bowing to the man. “Nozdormu.” She said with the upmost respect for the bronze aspect. Although the battle with Deathwing drained the aspects greatly, they still lead their flights.

“Allow me to create the time portal Sssssarudormi. I will keep it open long enough for your new alliesssss to make it through.” The aspect said as he channeled his power into a portal to old Stormwind. “I will go through first. I will meet you all on the other side.” Sari said.

She stepped through the portal through space and time and in an instant she was in an alleyway of Old Stormwind. “Looks to be almost mid-day. The Master knew right where to send us.” Sari said. She then backed away from the temporal portal and waited for the others to go through.

Chronius was standing, waiting for something to happen after Chromie made her remark. Then a cold feeling washed over him. First he couldn't make out what the cause of it was, but then hs vision fell down a ways. He looked down if his legs had sunk into some sort of hole, but he just saw a mass of a robe. At first he was confused but at that moment his gloves slipped off his hands to reveal skinny hand with no fur. Then he knew that one of the dragons must have put an illusion on him. 'Wouldn't want a Tauren walking through Stormwind,' he thought. His hearing must have been affected by the illusion; someone had came up to them without him hearing it.

They had a short conversation, the one he did not know made a portal, and he was announced as Nozdormu. They were leaving soon, he had to speak up about one thing that had bothered him; "Hey, this armor was made for a eight foot Tauren, I can't wear this without looking like a dolt. Can you fix that?" he said to Chromie.

Dee nodded at the explanation and stepped through the portal. She had no idea what she was going to do in Old Stormwind, but she supposed she would be healing her new found friends. She had no clue why the tauren was so confused, she knew he was still a tauren and accepted her new form with grace. She was still a blood elf and a priest, the rest of it was protection and she appreciated the care the bronze dragonflight was giving them.

Looking around with curiosity she noticed the old city of Stormwind was quite confusing. "I do hope some of you know your way around here, I am totally lost." as she followed Sari.

The others were right behind her...she hoped they would not be as confused as she was by the large city of humans. She had made friends with humans before in Shattrath, they could be very interesting, though volatile warriors and very passionate in their defense of something they believed in. It would be a treat to see this city and learn more about the world.