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Location: Shadowell Manor: Lunar Ballroom.
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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Well things could have been better, but it seemed that at least Lord Bardolf was more inclined to keep them alive and was reasonable for now. Rave was sure should he really wanted to, he could have just made them all killed or just keep them underlock in a basement somewhere by now. None of that had transpired so far, so it seemed for now some degree of hospitality was at play. When the talk went into the blackmailing direction, Rave's expression froze for a moment. She didn't even try to hide it as it was plainly written on her face really. Lying was bad in the end too.

At first she was worried that their host will demand the reasons for their blackmailing, but in the end he stopped that and just asked for confirmation on their reason for being here." Yes." She replied, not hiding that she was blackmailed indeed. Since it had progressed so far there was no point in hiding it and she didn't want to lie if she could help it.

She noted others were taking their masks off too, namely Penance took her off after Moss. As she threw a glance around, aside from the Creme woman, the rest of the group who arrived with those invitations and were in the lunar ballroom were without masks. As the talk went over to dinner, she realized that she was indeed hungry. Been a long journey here and the few brief pieces of fruit and the like in teh breakfast room weren't enough to satisfy her hunger properly." Excuse me, but what would indeed be the arrangement for the duration of our stay? I would like to help in any way and earn my stay if possible." Rave joined in the question along with the big guy, who seemed content with taking a spot on the ground. Well Rave wasn't going to object if that's was indeed the arrangements as long as it wasn't outside in the snow. Admittedly if it was even the simplest of beds, it was going to be the best though.


World Narrative




Gronar, Location: Suramar(Plaza).- "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!

Draven, Location: Mountain(Mysterious Staircase).- 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."



Heda Runeclaw

Location: Ancient Forest(???) - Cenarius Glade




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." Welp... that could have gone better, keepers." 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." Show yourself, I know that you are there and what you are." 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.

"He's not here... yet and I need you to bring me away... I have important news for the Aspects." 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?


Amelia Payne

Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A




Amelia's emotions and had no way of changing this fast, nor was she going to develop an instant trust towards anyone. The best she could do and would allow herself to do was to keep quiet and just play along for the time being. Should there truly be no danger to them, things could change in the future. Or maybe they won't... She wasn't sure she'd ever belong with these new people at this location. As long as Riley was here, she was happy enough and was going to try to contribute as to keep their place here. That's if it truly was as they were explaining here.

She was a little bit concerned about all the incoming examinations that were mentioned. Frankly as far as she knew herself aside the lice problem she was fine, but who knew down on biological level. The human body had a weird way of adapting and getting used to certain conditions so she might have had something she didn't even realize. That was one benefit of being here, at least they were going to learn their physical condition soon enough in detail.

As the speech went on and on, more information was given. Amelia was truly surprised they were going to be making prostetics for the people who had lost limbs. That was surely not an easy thing to make and probably required specilized resources and tools. Her inner doubts and presented facts were conflicting hard here. Then there was the fact they were going to be given actual clothing now. Well... at least they weren't going to be walking around like some slaves in basic clothing anymore. She was glad about that as she watched people being called one by one to grab their bag of clothing. Eventually Riley went on too and returned. Amelia couldn't help but throw questioning look at her love, but it didn't last for too long cause before long her own name was too called and she moved forward, keeping her head slightly down and avoiding eye contact with anyone present.

As she took her clothing and pack, she finally looked up and at the Auntie woman's face and at the Gunny person. Amelia didn't feel too great right now and she was never a talkative person to begin with, but she still gave a really tiny smile and managed to utter in a mosquitto voice." Thank you..." Before she just looked down again and hurriedly escaped away back to her seat, returning to Riley's calming presence. At least normal clothing was a good thing to wear not like these robe things. She quickly gave the things in the back a quick look, before closing it again. She now only hoped they were going to be dismissed or whatever they were going to call it soon, so she can hide away in a bed or something after confirming there were no opened ways for a walker to slip inside of course.


Priscilla Harker



Location: Benha(Docks)
Skills: Instinct(General Roll)




Mosi was rather pleased with the way the docks were brought to live with all the people milling about. She threw a look at Mahendra and nodded. She had also spotted Lauren surely enough as the woman gave her a distant greeting, a greeting she returned with a smile on her face and a wave cause why not." Well you are right, there are a few of the company there." She indeed nodded and threw him a glance." Not all of them though, some of them are missing." Mosi added with a shrug and started walking over to Lauren.

As she got close she heard the old guy speakig a rather on point suggestion." Good morning." She gave a proper greeting as she was close enough." That's a fine suggestion, Lord Major." She agreed and looked at Lauren." Well I'm personally a little bit too eager to get going through. I'm thinking of going straight in that direction." She said and pointed to the Rose Gardens. There was no reason why she chose that, she just did.

"Though I personally am not sure if I will be sitting down to eat for a long time. At most I might grab some food for the way cause I'm really wanting to explore as much of the city I can before we depart later." She smiled and gave Lauren, the Major and Mahendra a quick set of bows with her head and tipped her cowboy hat." So you have an idea of where to meet? Might meet you all later there or who knows, maybe we will even cross paths in the city, if fate has decided." She added with a grin, but before she walked off, she turned to Mahendra as she walked near him." Look, I know I asked you if you want to acompany me on my exploration to the city, but if you want to wait for the rest and go somewhere with them, that's also fine." She was basically restless to start walking towards the Rose gardens.


Constantin Kolev


Location: Port Annan(Docks)->Port Annan(Inn)
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive),Perception(General)


Sure enough, as soon as Constantin made his way into the inn, the first thing he heard was Vlad booming voice, that filled his ears and made them almost hurt, mostly because he was really close and the stuff being spoken wasn't of amusement. The firewalker just sighed as he entered deeper into the inn, slightly unamused at hte jab of him not liking the fishes and chips. There was a reason for it and that boiled down to there was no way to ensure the fish used was actually fresh. And the people using the fish had no way to ensure the guys who sold it, actually gave it fresh.

Anyway, the discussion about fishes aside, he threw a quickl look about the place. It was a place like any other, people were just eating and drinking their worries away. As far as he could spot, there was nothing big of interest going on, except maybe the woman who had arrived with them on the ship, she appeared to have been speaking with the man whom Vlad was now really Vladly speaking with. Constantin thus returned his attention to Vlad and his ongoing quest to be outspoken, loud and Russian anyways he goes.

"Don't mind me, I'm just the guy with no tolerance for fishies today." Constantin shrugged his shoulders as he made his way to Vlad." A good meal is important, but Great Bazhooli, ve are short on time. Ve should stop dallying, get the food, eat it and head off, no? Veta's still out there and despite all, I'm groving increasingly vorried." He reminded.
Prima Rave
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Lunar Ballroom.
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 6
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Situation really wasn't the best as they were getting it. She quirked a brow underneath the mask as the Moss man repeated her question for whatever reason with different words, but the meaning didn't seem to have shifted any. Well not her problem, she returned her gaze to the Lord as he replied to the question regarding how long it would take for the bridge to be repaired. Sadly the answer really wasn't what she had hoped to have recieved. Yeah thinking about it, it wasn't a grand surprise. Even her vague hope that the weather holds good for a few days, it would still be impossible to repair that bridge it seemed.

Rave then observed Moss and Penance talk about chatting with the others present. She wasn't quite sure why that seemed to be the priority for them. Finally her attention was grabbed back to the big man. He seemed like he had an idea of his own. Then suddenly he removed his mask. What he had said, tugged on her mind. It was true, they were stuck together for a long long time and not knowing even the face of the people around you was a concerning thought. If it was only for tonight, to keep the mask on and then leave, never to meet these people again, a mask would be fine, but now situation had changed. Rave then decided to follow suit, it was a good decision or at least she thought so. She reached up to her head and slowly removed the mask. Might as well do it now, hoping this will come as a gesture of honesty." Being masked, in the given situation, wouldn't be right... It's no longer a Masquerade..."

Though what the Lord spoke about a common enemy was a really big issue. As she took off her mask, she wondered what whomever had orchestrated this, had in mind. Thus she tried to jog her mind as hard as she could, to recall any details about hte time when she got the invitation. Maybe there was something of use she could present?

Her eyebrows had locked in a really thinking manner for a good few moments before she finally shook her head." I'm sorry, as hard as I try to recall, nothing of use comes to mind from when I got the invitation." She apologized, feeling slightly bad about this fact.


Flynn Jenkins

Location: Hyperspace




Flynn's rather pleasant dreams were finally disturbed when the girls in the team were waking him up. Not the most pleasant experience for someone who took a staff blast to the body, but hey could be worse, could be dead after all." I'm awake... I'm awake..." He groaned as he slowly started to get up, trying to not pull onto his arm muscles as to not make it hurt any more. At the very least once they get back to Earth, if there was a Tok'Ra arriving because of this info, they were going to be able to use the healing device, they had in SGC to heal him.

Meanwhile at the cockpit of hte ship, Kahlan looked at Cassandra." Off to another assignment. Now that my cover with Ba'al is blown, I will be returning to the Tok'Ra HQ. I've been undercover for about a century now. I miss my friends and my love." The Tok'Ra replied with a calm smile, throwing a look at the human." I will give you this advice, whatever happens with you in the future, do not ever allow yourself to regret it, ever." She added.

"Alright, alright, Cassandra, Crystla, join me at the rings!" Flynn called out loudly as he was setting up the commands for hte rings to deliver them when they were at the gate's location. Since the gate was clear and there were no jaffa present anywhere in sight, they were at the best possible time to leave.

Once everyone was gathered, he placed the last inputs in the device and the rings came up, initiating their teleportation. Then next moment they were already on the ground by the dialing device. Flynn hurried to walk to it, identifying the gate address symbol and then hurrying to type in Earth." Crystal, send in the Iris code as soon as the gate's open. We better not be staying around anymore than needed and I do not want to be an atomic pancake." He called as the gate was already spinning. As far as he was aware this world was clear of danger. Apparently it lacked any semblence of precious for the Goa'Uld materials expcept maybe gold, but the important part was that the world was not on the Abidos charts. This was one of the worlds colonel O'Neill had added into the mainframe.

As soon as the gate was opened, he threw a look at Crystal, waiting for her confirmation about hte code's sending. He then noted a certain animal that was moving in their direction on the distance. It was big, and well massive, moving on four legs and was about the size of a bloody tank. It resembled a really big and angry bear... if the bears were the size of tanks and their front paws were the size of manhole covers." FUCK! You've got to be kidding me! TO THE GATE FAST!" He ordered as he opened fire at the thing despite the pain. At that size chances were he was barely tickling it." THIS WAS NOT IN THE REPORT DAMMIT!" It was moving faster than a bear would, in a few seconds it was nearly at their location and it looked angry." JUMP through the gate!" He ordered to the other two, still firing at it, trying to buy them time.


Amelia Payne

Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A




Amelia kept to her solitude where she had taken to seat, away from everyone, but sure enough Riley joined her, which both made her feel better and tugged on her anger about the situation a little. For whatever reason, Amelia couldn't help, but consider the situation that she probably was the one responsible for both of them ending like this. She carefully and slowly was taking her bites of the food as she heard her love speak. She gulped the bit and weakly shook her head." No... just... stay with me." She managed to mumble out. Nothing Riley could say or do would make her feel better, not at the situation they were in. Her presence was enough of a calming factor and that was enough. It was less the loss of hair and more the humiliation she felt that was the issue here and havig Riley also bald now didn't make her mood better. Granted with or without hair, she was still her love, but Amelia couldn't help, but blame herself for not being careful enough.

Maybe Amelia was going to be better disposed to this whole thing if she didn't feel treated like a prisoner right now, despite the seeminly best intentions from their 'hosts'. So far their promises at least were holding true for the moment, they got a bath, got food and a medical check up. Staying in a quarantine should have been the normal procedure, but she just couldn't stand it easily. Beng unarmed here at a location filled with people she didn't know, whom might be harboring evil intents despite the nice way they were presenting themselves, was putting her nerves on the strain. Trust was not a commodity she had much of from the very start, now it was worse. She was repeating in her mind that she had to be calm and stand it for Riley. There was a chance this place could be a new safe hom... location. She just had to keep her eyes open and be ready for hte first signs of trouble. If this was an elaborate ruse, she was not going to get caught unaware, everyone was an enemy until proven otherwise.

Soon enough more people arrived, followed by even more people, but those ones were bringing over things such as clothing and the like. She had almost forgotten they were still in the robe things. Amelia subconciously reached to play with her hair, only to realize there was no more hair to play with. She bit lightly her lip, throwing a few looks around, studying the new arrivals, before her eyes locked onto the leader looking person. He was armed and speaking about a debriefing. She wasn't sure she'd remember his name right away, but the Gunny nickname was easy enough. Overall she didn't speak or made any sound as he started speaking and was explaing what was happening right now. She wasn't going ot be screwing anyone over unless provoked by something. Though for yet another time she lothed the fact she had no weapon of any kind with her. She wanted her bat frankly, wanted it more than she wanted clothes right now. Then as she looked at him, she wondred, if they threw her out, would they really return her things? Mind you she didn't want to be thrown out and wanted to stay with Riley, but she had doubts about these hypothetical questions.


World Narrative




Gronar, Location: Suramar(Plaza).- Malfurion's face had a rather bad feel to it as he heard the colorful analogy to what the orc had experienced. Despite the weirdness of the words, a really bad feeling couldn't help, but creep into his heart. An instinct whispered to him that what the orc was describing was tied to the well of eternity in some way. He swallowed, his mind wandering for a bit.' No... no way, even the highborn wouldn't be that reckless... then there's Queen Azshara, there's no way this is happening without her knowledge if it is so...' The horrible feeling that was grasping his heart was getting ever stroger with each passing moment. He had to bring this orc to Cenarius so they can try to unravel this mistery!

"Alright, I will come for you in some hours, Gronar." The young man stated with low voice as to not alert anyone and stood up. Tyrande joined him as she gave the orc another look.

" May the Mother Moon, guide over your future, Gronar." She gave him a blessing." I hope we meet again in the future." She added as she joined her companion and with a final wave of goodbye by Malfurion the two of htem started heading back towards hte temple of Elune, where he was going to leave her. THere was no way anyone can accuse her of helping hte escape if she was in the temple nearly the entire night of it.

Back at Gronar, the guards had returned closer to him, some sighing some wondering aloud why would a respected priestess of Elune would give such a beast her blessing.

~roughly 8 hours later~

The night was slowly coming to it's end. There were a few hours of it still, but the night elves around had lessened in number as they were heading home by now. Then there were the ever vigilant guards who suddenly seemed tired. Their expressions and the expressions of everyone else in the plaza beside Gronar suddenly turned hazy and flushed as they just sort of were in a powerful daze. As if half alseep or drugged.

Suddenly Malfurion dashed to the cage." Alright, time to run, no time to waste time!" He stated as he pushed a seed into the keyhole of the cage and moment later a big plant burst out of it, tearing the cage open." Follow me! Quick!" He added as he lead Gronar to the closest edge of the city where there were a pair of huge nightsabers, waiting for them." Can you ride? Even if you can't the cat's know the way, just hop on them, we have just a few more minutes before the spell wears off!" He added. They needed to get into the forests before the guards chased after them.
(Will be able to ride the cat right away due his riding training of similar enough beasts.)

Draven, Location: Mountain(???).- Draven's luck was holding good right now, even in the dead of night, the moonlight was giving him just enough light as to not tumble down the rocky cliffside. Still the big stone staircase he was walking down, seemed almost too precise to be a natural creation. Someone had carved big stairs into the mountainside it seemed. Aside that there was nothing else out of hte ordinary for the moment.

It wasn't until halfway down the staircase when he would heard the flapping of wings. Massive wings at that, there was something that was fast approaching. Aside hte sound of wings, the air was rumbling as if whatever was getting closer was massive. It wouldn't take him much time to spot the reason for the sounds because just across the bright moon, he would be able to see a massive shadow! Wingspan in teh dozens of meters, massive horns on their heads and shiny scales even in the dead of night on the moonlight! There was a massive red dragon that was approaching his position!

The dragon didn't seem to have noticed him quiet yet and the mountain staircase had just enough rocks around it as to allow him to hide himself in the shadows if he so chose and wait out for the dragon to pass him by. But what would a dragon be doing here? Alternatively maybe he could negotiate with the dragon? Red dragons were known for their intelligence and this one was clearly of some age given his size.



Heda Runeclaw

Location: Ancient Forest(???) - Cenarius Glade




"Hmmm... that shouldn't needless be the case..." Heda suddenly said after some thinking." Time's... fluid so to speak... or so I heard. It takes time for the echoes of our arrival to reach the future... probably, so we can in theory keep the timeline proper and not alter the future or yes our arrival here could be a cycle." She nodded, not feeling great about each possibility. This was going to be a war unlike any other seen in millenia. Even the second war which scorched so much of Azeroth in the future would pale in comparrison to what was going to happen here, if what she recalled was true." There's one more point of interest... " She suddenly whispered.

"Recall that vortex that swallowed us? How it spewed out time and space, past, future and present in chaotic manner?" She asked." What if... something went wrong in the past and past didn't flow as it should have? The Bronze dragonflight, the keepers of time would be responsible for keeping time from unwraveling. That anomaly seemed oddly stable, as if something was keeping it from expanding." She added, recalling her impressions of it." Almost as if... something or someone was holding it in check..." Heda added, throwing a look at Fabios." Either case, this is just a theory at this point. We should figure out what's exactly the point in time we are and how we should proceed. If we warn them of the invasion too early, we could destroy our future and if we skip the precise point, we could doom the world..." She mumbled, looking at the glade again and noting the flowers once more." We cannot leave, they will stop us..."

"Look, for now let's search the whole Glade and see if there's a place for us to escape form. We can figure out what to do after getting away from here, because if the Lord of the Forests want's to extract the information from our minds, there's little we could do to resist him for longer than a few days at most." The Vrykul warned Fabios." Also... try to not allude to how he got defeated in the future... That will NOT be a good thing for him to hear."

Heda was just about to start inscribing some runes on herself to help with the searching of the glade for any possible escapes, when she spotted a dryad peaking curiosly at them from behind a tree. She had leaves in her green hair and a rather adorable looking face with slightly rounded out cheeks, giving her a more childish look. The dryad seem very interested in the two fo them and especially at Fabios. When she realized that she was spotted, the Dryad panicked and tried to run away, only to hit head first into a low hanging branch, knocking herself out."..." Heda was at a loss for words as she looked at Fabios." Hmmm should we go help her out?" She asked.
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