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The ground shook with high magnitudes - yet the building still stood. A giant rock elemental had fallen onto the snow-covered earth. The champions stood on shaking legs; heavy pants and prayers to their dieties left their mouths. Sweat trickled down their faces despite the cold winds that gnawed at thier skin. Their bodies were moist under cloth, leather, mail, and plate gear. Their eyes scanned the snow that had black patches from soot and ash. Their eyes landed on Korchrom, and other elemental beings just in time to see them disappear; only one true elemental stood lifeless on the ground: Morchok. The snow crunched with the remnants of various elemental cages colliding with the snow.
Silence seemed to pass for ages before the leader spoke, "let us walk to the temple and greet the aspects." He was an arrogant male Blood Elf with gold and red plate gear indicating him a paladin. A black shield with red outlines and a red hawk in the middle of the kite-shaped shield. A black blade made of obsidian ore, with a light yellow hilt was now strapped to his waist. "Come, let us go."
His voice echoed against the winds of Dragonblight; Golden hair danced around his seemingly perfect face as he retreated into the enormous, white, spiraling tower known Wyremrest Accord. The sound of plate and mail covered feet crunched into the snow like drums of war. Cloth and leather users stepped agiley over the numbing snow they were trained to.
When the Blood Elf walked to the center of the platform, he saw Thrall and the other four aspects talking - Their body language seemed to express the confusion and worry of the conversation. A human with dark brown, whispy air walked up to stand next to the Blood Elf. His jaw clenched together; to stand by a Horde once again, in the same continent. His hazel-eyes searched, before landing on the Life-Binder; his once angry became soothed like a flick of a switch to turn a light on and off.
The human was geared in black armor with a tint of brown. His armor was also adorned with sharp spikes. The armor and muscle built on this human indicated him a warrior. A blue shield with yellow outlines was at his back - the middle of the shield bore the symbol of Stormwind. A sword with a red-tinted blade, a black handle was made for the hilt.
The aspects looked over to see the massive army of the Horde and Alliance. Thrall's bright blue eyes scanned the Horde around, a sad smile on his lips, tusks pointed out. He only got back looks of disdain and humiliation; now was not the time to discuss Horde politician, however.
"Xantos," Alexstraza spoke, looking at the Blood Elf, Xantos. His fel-green eyes met Alexstraza's crimson red ones for a moment. "Aaron," she spoke again, looking at the Human. Hazel met crimson. She looked onto the river of soldiers and healers that poured into the spire. "Morchok is down, but we have much to accomplish. Yor'Sahj the Unsleeping is to our east; General Zon'ozz to the west," her chiming voice echoed for all to hear.
"My drakes shall take you to the General, young heroes," Nozdormu, the Time-Less One spoke. A hint of pain in his deep voice - He knew what was to become of them.
"My younglings will take you to the Unsleeping," Ysera the Awokened spoke, a smirk on her cherry-red lips, a chuckle escape her lips at the irony.
"More reinforcements will come," Kalecgos the Spellweaver stated, "They will discreetly head to the lairs of either Zon'ozz or Yor'sahj and dispatch any distractions around the lair - Once accomplished, I wil teleport them here, and you will fly to whichever lair you had chosen for the first assault."
Xantos and Aaron nodded at their received intel.
A female Orc stared out the doorway the northern lights shimmered and danced in the dark sky. Her glowing blue eyes were bright under a black-as-night hood that concealed half her face in shadow. Her lips were pulled into a frown at how late it took to dispose of Morchok, and how much they talked. Her small tusks looked like diamonds on her lips. "We need sleep.." her hollow voice mumbled out in common. The people near her silently nodded in agreement.
"My children will send you to secret passages within the temple. Those passages have rooms, enough for you all and the coming milita, " Alexstraza's voice rung like wind chimes gently riding the breeze.
As if on cue, many red-scaled dragons entered the temple; their red scales gleamed in the moonlit night. The large reptilian creatures allowed for 15 - 20 on each drake. Hours had passed, and only one figure stood with Xantos and Aaron. "I wish to stay here," the female Orc told the told, "to keep watch." she quickly added, when she noticed their faces contort to one that demanded to hear answers and reasons for why.
Xantos walked past her, "suit yourself." he walked past her without much thought. He quickly hopped onto the red dragon and awaited Aaron; he couldn't believe he had to share a drake - he deserved his own. "Let's go, human," he spoke mockingly to Aaron.
Aaron growled at Xantos and shoulder bumped the female Orc, who remained on the platform. Her glowing blue eyes once again found the Northern Lights an interesting sight.
"What is your name, child?"
The Orc didn't need to turn her head to recognize who the voice belonged to. She turned her head to meet the gaze of the Life-Binder; it was respectful to make eye contact when holding a conversation. "Angera," she said; Angera turned her face back towards the snow of Northrend. The Northern Lights had not only kept the Orc in audience, but the snow as well - the reflection of the lights shown beautiful in the almost pure-white snow. In the corner of her eye, she saw a big red dragon releasing fires against the remnants of Morchok's fallen body. The soothing flames only crisping and charring the body, leaving the snow to remain a beautiful sight. The fire's reflection had shown lightly on the snow, but caused it to sparkle like diamonds.
"Been awhile since i've seen something to stop and stare at."
Alexstraza rose a long eyebrow at the Death Knight, but made no comment.
"The new fleet," Angera asked, snapping the Queen of Dragons out of her daydream, "when will they be here?" she questioned.
"Tonight." her red-scaled children had left the skies moments ago. A sly smile touched Alexstraza's face as she saw an ocean of torches in the distant, "speak of the devil, and he may just appear."
A tall female Draenei approached Alexstraza. Her white robes felt as if they brough light in their seemingly dark world. Her skin was a light blue that seemed to fit perfectly with her dress. A halo of light was above her white hair that was tied in a high ponytail. Judging by her white staff adorned with bright yellow ribbons, she was priest. "Sorry we took forever," the Draenei curtseyed and smiled sincerely, "we got held up."
"It's alright," Alexstraza paused - she didn't know the name of the Draenei priestess.
"Zuuluna." the Draenei smiled.