Plainswander cried. Huge tears of sorrow and regret rolling down his muzzle and landing in the violet sands where, with a soft golden flare, they vanished.
Everywhere the big bull looked was yet another damning accusation. Another reminder that evil did exist, and a stark reminder that he himself had not only done nothing to stop it, he had actively taken part in this atrocity, and made it possible, however unwittingly at the time, for an abomination like this to come to pass.
It was a week after the attack on Theramore, and Plainswander had finally returned to the scene, hoping for...well, for what he didn't know. Maybe some way to change things for the better, but all his magic had no effect, the arcane disruption was far beyond his not-inconsiderable talents to heal. Neither though could he find anything which he could use to bring balance to those at fault. All the bodies had been removed, and anything useful (there were rumors of arcane weapons and trinkets turning up in the area for other visitors) had been carted off days earlier to serve in that bastard Garrosh' "New Horde".
No, all the big druid could do was survey the horror, and know that had been part of the greatest crime since Arthas put Stratholme to the sword and the flame. There would be consequences for this. There would be blood, innocent and guilty alike. And there was nothing Plainswander could do about it.
Not from where he stood at least.
Plainswander mounted his kodo, and began to ride back to Mulgore, maybe Baine could tell him something, or perhaps Vol'Jin. Lost in thought, he almost missed the slight figure of a human female in the road, fortunately his Kodo Rumblebutt did not.
Coming to a more-than-abrupt stop, Plains very nearly pitched forward into the dust. After recovering his poise, Plains looked down, and there she was. Medium length hair, simple garments, and glowing gold eyes.
"Elder Plainswander I assume?" - her voice was a musical echo of memory, and Plains immediately understood, this was opportunity. "My name is Zidormi.... and yes, I am what you think I am."
Plains nodded solemnly.. "Yeahp ma'am, reckon y'are. Whut fer ya sittin here fer though? If'n ya don' mind my askin...?"
The dragon (for such she was) smiled a slight smile "Why, to put the right people in the right places of course, as we have always done... you do remember all those times do you not?"
Plainswander huffed once in agreement... Black Morass, Tarren Mill, Stratholme., even Ahn'Quiraj. So many places, and times where he had done the tasks of the Bronze Flight, perhaps they were going to give him the chance to fix this as well.
Zidormi looked sad for a moment, as if she knew his thoughts ... "We cannot change this, nobody can, yet... but what if I told you a way existed for you bring justice to those responsible? A way to Balance things? If only a little bit?"
Plains arched one heavy brow... "y'don't say lil lady? Tell me more..."
//SCENE CHANGE
It's just a letter, in a mailbox. But, with the omniscience of stories, let us read the first few lines....
"Dearest Gentyl,
I hope this finds you well, and of good spirits. I feel I should alert you ahead of time to, within the next week or two, expect a visit from a very old friend in a very new way. We have much to discuss..."
Everywhere the big bull looked was yet another damning accusation. Another reminder that evil did exist, and a stark reminder that he himself had not only done nothing to stop it, he had actively taken part in this atrocity, and made it possible, however unwittingly at the time, for an abomination like this to come to pass.
It was a week after the attack on Theramore, and Plainswander had finally returned to the scene, hoping for...well, for what he didn't know. Maybe some way to change things for the better, but all his magic had no effect, the arcane disruption was far beyond his not-inconsiderable talents to heal. Neither though could he find anything which he could use to bring balance to those at fault. All the bodies had been removed, and anything useful (there were rumors of arcane weapons and trinkets turning up in the area for other visitors) had been carted off days earlier to serve in that bastard Garrosh' "New Horde".
No, all the big druid could do was survey the horror, and know that had been part of the greatest crime since Arthas put Stratholme to the sword and the flame. There would be consequences for this. There would be blood, innocent and guilty alike. And there was nothing Plainswander could do about it.
Not from where he stood at least.
Plainswander mounted his kodo, and began to ride back to Mulgore, maybe Baine could tell him something, or perhaps Vol'Jin. Lost in thought, he almost missed the slight figure of a human female in the road, fortunately his Kodo Rumblebutt did not.
Coming to a more-than-abrupt stop, Plains very nearly pitched forward into the dust. After recovering his poise, Plains looked down, and there she was. Medium length hair, simple garments, and glowing gold eyes.
"Elder Plainswander I assume?" - her voice was a musical echo of memory, and Plains immediately understood, this was opportunity. "My name is Zidormi.... and yes, I am what you think I am."
Plains nodded solemnly.. "Yeahp ma'am, reckon y'are. Whut fer ya sittin here fer though? If'n ya don' mind my askin...?"
The dragon (for such she was) smiled a slight smile "Why, to put the right people in the right places of course, as we have always done... you do remember all those times do you not?"
Plainswander huffed once in agreement... Black Morass, Tarren Mill, Stratholme., even Ahn'Quiraj. So many places, and times where he had done the tasks of the Bronze Flight, perhaps they were going to give him the chance to fix this as well.
Zidormi looked sad for a moment, as if she knew his thoughts ... "We cannot change this, nobody can, yet... but what if I told you a way existed for you bring justice to those responsible? A way to Balance things? If only a little bit?"
Plains arched one heavy brow... "y'don't say lil lady? Tell me more..."
//SCENE CHANGE
It's just a letter, in a mailbox. But, with the omniscience of stories, let us read the first few lines....
"Dearest Gentyl,
I hope this finds you well, and of good spirits. I feel I should alert you ahead of time to, within the next week or two, expect a visit from a very old friend in a very new way. We have much to discuss..."
Edited by Plainswander on 9/24/2012 1:56 PM PDT
