The arrival of those flug through the passages of time had not gone unnoticed in the eyes of those of powere in Kalimdor. From all corners of the world the ripples were being felt, some stronger than others, but the cause was still there non the less. Be it the mighty dragons or the wise demigods of nature. All knew something was wrong with the world.
At the center of the Kaldorei Empire at the edge of the great Well of Eternity and the capital that overlooks it. An uncomfortable sensation could be felt in the air, the Well that held the power of a World was not calm. It's waters were stormy and menacing, causing the populace of Zin-Azshari to be nervous. Still not everyone was concerned. At the fortified inner city guards stood calm at their posts. Aristocrats were working their duties as normal and all were following the will of Azshara after all.
High above the ground at the highest tower, a group of mages were working without rest. Under the watchful eye of Xavius, the spell was being woven at utmost care. He had noticed some strangeness in the flow of magic in the world. Thus he dispatched soldiers to capture the strange outlanders he discovered by scrying. They were definately important! Their arrival was not a coincidence! He had reported it already... Not to the queen of course. She was informed, but the one who truly had to be informed was the master! His new lord for whom they were building this great portal.
"IS THE PORTAL READY?" A voice filled the minds of everyone in the tower. It was a beautiful voice, but an evil one. It chilled to the bone all except Xavius. The advisor to Queen Azshara and the one overseeing this project.
" IT'S BEEN LONG SINCE I WAS TOLD THERE WERE ACOMPLISHMENTS ON THIS TASK. I'M SENDING SOMEONE TO AID YOU IN YOUR TASKS, PREPARE TO RECIEVE HIM." The voice echoed.
"But the portal's not stable enough yet!" A mage from the circle stated in worry. Moments later he screamed a blood chilling shriek and his head burst into pieces.
"I WILL TAKE CARE OF IT. I'M SENDING YOU ONE OF MY TRUSTED..." With that the voice vanished and untold power flowed into the portal, stabilizing it. Moments later a massive fourlegged shadow with wings came into view. The mighty demon stepped into Kalimdor with a wide grin.
"TREMBLE MORTALS..."
Out in the wilderness, the great fight between Heda, Fabious and the Night elves ended in victory for the Kaldorei. With sheer numbers eventually the two were defeated and tied up, their weapons secured on separate mounts as they were dragged behind. Just the two of them took out a good number of the soldiers. There was about half left by the time they headed back to Zin-Azshari. The night elves wanted to skin the barbaric lowlives, but their tasks meant to them more. As they traveled by the forest, they were getting ever more nervous.
"Sir, we are running in circles!" One of them realized as they all went on alert. Someone was playing with them, making them lost in this wilderness. They had all known the stories to keep awat from the wilds. Those were the home of superstitions and untold dangers and today they had stumbled upon one of them. Then suddenly a flap of wings as a owl flew by them. It was already daytime and they were out of their comfort ground. Then someone shrieked, by the time his comerades turned around, all they could see was him being dragged in thebushes. Then another night elf screamed, dragged into the foliage. The group fell to panic as they attacked the trees and bushes. Yet another set of screams echoed along with the deathly growls of sabers. In the end just a single night elf was left as he watched in horror the bodies of the mighty beasts sink into the ground. The last thing he saw was a giant shadow with horns as vines dragged him into the ground too, leaving only the two outlanders.
"Aristocrats have been forgetting their place..." A mighty voice resounded by the horned figure as the forest came to life to carry the unconscious Heda and Fabious away. Their savior looked at them with curiousity, especially at Heda who was similar to him in size.
Out in Suramar there was a little bit of a commotion going on as the strange creatures were brought in. People flocked in to see them as if they were some rare animals. Whispers were had and one even poked Gronar with a cane as his mount passed by them, but te guards quickly put a stop on that behavior. They were then brought directly to Lord Ravencrest for interrogation. Interrogation was had, explanations were given or withheld, but at the end of the day, 2 of the outlanders were out in cages on the plaze at Suramar. Gronar and Ivaron were chained and locked there, given some food which in Gronar's case would have been very unsufficient for his size.
Ivaron had his magic sealed by the runic cage. The moonguard, fabled for their skill in magic and taking pride in it being equal to the Aristocracy, put extra effort on his cage. From the mind interrogation, they knew he was profficient in magic to a great degree. It baffled them to no end, but refused to admit defeat even though he possesed magic they did not know about.
After a day of interrogations they were now held here in this plaza as animals on display while Lord Ravencrest decides what to do with them. At first the crowds were enthusiastic about the strage creatures, but eventually lost interrest and moved away. By the time night was well into it's peak, there were very few people remaining. Eventually at this point a pair of young night elves entered the plaza. One was a handsome youth with black hair and golden eyes, a rarity among their kin and a sign of grateness. The other a beautiful young lass who wore the robes of the temple of Elune. She seemed to be really interrested in the Ivaron and Gronar pair and quickly came over, asking the guards about them. You could see in her eyes the disgust at the way they were treated as animals.
" Why are they caged here and not at the prison? Why are they treated as animals? And why aren't they properly fed?" She asked the guard.
"Orders of Lord Raven crest, sister." The guard replied very respectfully." Perhaps he belived they didn't need more food."
"Then you won't mind me giving them more, right?" She replied taking no backtalk and hurrying to a stand to buy food for the two. The owner of the stall didn't take her any money. After all she was a respected priestess of Elune. She returned moments later and carefully put the bows of food and the jugs of water by their cages.
She was expecting them to understand her. They wore clothing and armor and their eyes were clearly brimming with intelligence.
" Can you two understand me?" She asked, curiousty dancing in her eyes.
" How are you two called? My name is Tyrande." She introduced herself with a kind smile.
" Do you need anything else?"
Elsewhere in a secret glade in an ancient forest, Heda and Fabious were dropped off, guests to a host they did not yet realize. The glade was calm, peaceful and surrounded by flowers, but most important of all, it was safe. Not a single harm came to either of them while they slept their damage off, healed by ancient magic that neighter of them would be able to even imagine about. The nature's guardians brought them food while they slep as a pile of fruits were neatly arranged on a big leaf nearby. Now their host only waited for them to wake up.
Group One: Fabious and Heda. Location: Cenarius's Glade
Group Two: Ivaron and Gronar. Location: Suramar(plaza)
