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	[u][b]Gronar, Location: Suramar(Plaza).-[/b][/u] "Wolves? I see." Malfurion only replied as he got onto his mount." We've got a long way ahead, a few hours of fast travel at the very least." The night elf added as he waited for his companion to get into the cat so they can depart and once onto the road, he led Gronar right into the forest, away from roads and trails, but still leading the way with a finess and knowhow as if he had done it a million time and instead of wild forest this was a paved pathway. For the orc it was slightly harder, but having some experience with the Dire Wolves, this wasn't too much difficult, especially when the nightsaber seemed to know the way by itself, moving between and around trees with incredible grace.

	Not even a few minutes after they had left into the forest, the sounds of horns were raised loud into the air as the city guards had realized the escape. It would be a little before they were after them though.

	~~~~~ a some hours later come noon ~~~~~~~

	The journey of Malfurion and Gronar had continued mostly unchallenged so far. The night elf seemed incredibly adapted to moving during day time in difference to most his kind." If we continue at this pace, we should be at my teacher's sanctuary at nightfall." He said, this night elf was a younger man among his kind. It wasn't untypical for him to have a teacher in some craft. Who was his teacher so far he had not said since htey were kind of busy, but now as he slowed down the nightsaber, Malfurion suddenly frowned and Gronar's cat followed suit as it stoped, sniffing the air and growling around like it's kin that the night elf rode. The mounts were nervous about something.

	"Something's... wrong. The forest's too quiet... nature seems disturbed." Malfurion said and looked at Gronar. Then without warning something as big as a nightsaber jumped at Gronar's direction. The orc's mount reacted just in time as it dodged barely, leaving a nasty gash on one of it's hind legs, but the orc was thrown clean off hte mount. Somehow though, the orc instead of tumbling down or falling onto his back, after a quick roll across the earth, found himself thrown back onto his feet! A remarkable feat of atheltics, especially for someone of his musculature!( Flipping hell, I rolled him a roll for how he fare the fall and he nat 20ied that)" What is that?!" Malfurion shouted as a second beast jumped at him, but his mount was better prepared and it engaged the strange beast in turn. Sadly the night elf was thrown off the seat violently, sending him rolling across the ground and hitting a tree. He was concious and not too hurt though.

	He had never seen such beasts before. They resembled grotesque wolves? dogs? cats? Something in between? They had four legs and a huge maw, but their most sticking out feature was the pair of tentackles on their backs that were moving menacingly as they were fighting with the nightsabers and seemed to be winning. The night elf might not know these beasts, but the orc did. He recognized htem from the stories and from lessons taught by those who trained him. Those were felhounds... the forerunners of the legion! And where were two there might be ever more!

	[u][b]Draven, Location: Mountain(Mysterious Staircase).- [/b][/u] Out in the mountain, the mighty red dragon was doing a mission of importance he had deem worthy, having noticed a weird anomaly of magic origins around these parts so close to... even if there was no way mortals knew of this location, he had no right to be careless. This rather young, but powerful red dragon, flew fast in search of answers, when something tiny had caught his attention. There was a little creature of humanoid origins out on one of the old staircases in the mountain. The being seemed male and was calling out to his attention, this surprised the red dragon as he started to descend at the location at the staircase.

	Apparently his concerns had not gotten unfounded here. Well he was about to do his duty to his queen and that was all that mattered in the end.

	The dragon lowered to a height close enough to get a good look at the small human and gave him a good lookover, he was not overly pleased by the energies eminating from this man. They were... unsettling and unpleasant. The masive wings were fluttering, causing gusts of wind before suddenly a bright light shone and instead of a dragon, now there was another person on the staircase, standing a few steps above Draven." This is rather surprising, too se a mortal who isn't running for his life at the sight of a red dragon." The dragon stated with rather amused voice non the less. He was tall, had pale hair and somewhat pale skin. He resembled a high elf more than anything actually. He wore a elegant red robe too." Tell me, mortal, how is it that you found yourself here, maybe if you answer me this small riddle, I will answer yours and let you alive. And if you tell me your name I will also tell you mine to boot." The dragon replied, there was no arrogance in his voice despite the words he had chosen. This was a red dragon in the prime of his strenght after all. Not many creatures upon this world could match that, especially among the mortals." Because, you see... Mortals aren't supposed to appear among these parts. Magic is supposed to keep anyone from getting close anywhere close to this region."

	[hr][hr][center][h1][color=6ecff6]Heda Runeclaw[/color][/h1][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/99811e01-102e-4792-9fb6-3be41f379d81/dcwkquf-e42176c9-0d30-44ce-b269-30154604b8bb.jpg[/img][hr][color=6ecff6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Ancient Forest(???) - Cenarius Glade[/center][hr][hr]

	Heda was not overly impressed by the human's outburst. They always seemed to have an issue when the truth to their origin was revealed to them. She had gotten a notice of that a few time in the past too! Was it so bad that their so proud human race originated from the Vrykul? That their kind was just a type of evolution or maybe devolution of the vrykul? Frankly some of her kind despised these humans for being inferior in every way, but she wasn't of the same opinion. Humans were part of their kind, albeit smaller in size and they certianly were not worse... aside in maybe physical performance, but mentality and abilities, humans were just as able as any Vrykul, maybe more. She was about to argue with the man further about the really fragile nature of time when the following shenanigans of him getting knocked out by Cenarius's defenses.

	She facepalmed, having warned him to not step out of the flowerline. If they had to, she was going to pull the dryad in her real form by reaching over, but now it seemed that was not the solution.[color=6ecff6]" Welp... that could have gone better, keepers."[/color] She mumbled as she returned to her proper huge form, making sure to move Fabios's body to the center of the glade and making sure he's on the soft grass. Once that was done, she kneeled by the flowers so she can reach furtehr outside, without having her feet step beyond the ring of flowers and managed to pull the dryad into the glade, placing her to rest on the grass nearby. She gave her a look over, didn't seem like anything was broken or the like. She had just knocked herself out via the impact, she was going to wake up soon enough. Same with Fabios, the flowers only put him to sleep really.

	Having confirmed, there was nothing else left to do, she pulled a brush and with the special ink drew a rune across her cheek, as her eyes suddenly were saturated in color. Rune of trueseeing was a good thing. After an hour of searching through every part of the glade she realized what was wrong, it was something just outside the glade a tree. Her eyes brimmed up with hope.[color=6ecff6]" Show yourself, I know that you are there and what you are."[/color] The being didn't show up, but after a few more repeats, a voice finally replied.

	"Fool, you will expose us both to the keeper of the forests!" The voice replied as a lizardy head formed across the surface of a tree. It was made of bark.

	[color=6ecff6]"He's not here... yet and I need you to bring me away... I have important news for the Aspects."[/color] She replied as the draconic face in the tree was shocked.

	The following talk was unheard to anyone, but the two still awake and present, but come the time Cenarius returned, he found his glade one guest short as if Heda had vanished into thin air and none of his defenses could give him an answer how.

	~~~~~~~~Fabio's Dreamworld~~~~~~~~

	They were everywhere, as far as eye coud see, ORCS! Fabious was just one of the many fighting against the orcs under Admiral Proudmoore. Reinforcements were impossible to find now, more and more of his comerades around himself fell. Fabios could slay countless orcs, but more were constantly present. How long had this continued for? It would feel like years for him since this battle started, it was endless and he knew it was not real. As much as this would feel real and alive to him, this was not real. This battle had passed years ago, orcs had won, the mighty admiral had fallen to the bottom of the oceab and Fabios was just one of the survivors from then. Yet there the image of his Admiral was! Fighting proudly and bravely along his men and his crew!

	And yet another wave of orcs assailed the ship. Powerful were these images, painful they were, but they were just that, memories and dreams of battles long passed. He would be able to snap out of the trance and flow of this nightmare. None of the orcs would fight him now, he is just a observers in this madness... of visions of regret and pain. There in the distance the admiral finally fell under the might of the horde and yet everything repeats anew as if the world was put in reverse, the battle returns to it's start and all begins anew with a mighty battle cry and horns. Cannons roar and mighty cries fill the air on both sides and there the admiral is once more atop his ship, ushering his men into battle!

	Fabios was dreaming yet this was not a simple dream, he was not awake either, but fully concsious of it now. He was standing atop Proudmoor's flagship, yet no one minded him anymore. Battle was about to start again in a vicious cycle. Was there a way out of this nightmare?