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The Bean.
arcane-harbinger replied to your post: Mages Elisande needs to interact with: Kel’thuzad....
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Elisande, kicking open the chamber doors, slamming a bag of Azerite down: Khadgar, you mad fool, we must study the arcane properties of a titan soul whilst it is still gestating.
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If one paused to peek at the path of crimson they may notice something odd, bits of the liquid were in stages of thawing, as if something extremely cold had caused whatever was leading the wizened mage to the source. But it wouldn’t take him long to discover the masked woman slumped against a lamppost as her breath came out in ragged heaves. The once lilac dress now soaked red from her own blood as a pale and tattooed hand applied pressed to the left side, but it would seem her attacker wasn’t as lucky to survive their encounter.
Nearby it would seem a man had succumbed to the magic of frost; it clung to the corpse, obscuring his face and froze the blade that had struck the elf in the side The Storykeeper didn’t dare release the pressure on the wound, swallowing hard as she heard the approaching steps, fearful of a potential second attacker only to set her gaze upon the Archmage; surely she was dying, he had to be an illusion! A figment of her imagination!
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The vision encompassed the Princess as she saw herself with her appointed knight.
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Rain littered everything around them as thunder clamored while another bolt of lightning pierced the sky. The Appointed Knight running ahead of her to pull her away from the dangers that lay behind them.
Zelda trips, falling to the ground as the Hero chosen of the Goddesses notices the loss of her hand. Lightning flickers against the flinted spark, reflecting off The Master Sword the Hero wields. Not far behind and past Kakariko the two continued past exhaustion as the autonomous constructions obliterated anything that moved.
The Autonomous Guardians search before locating the Hero and Princess. With what strength he has left the Hero strikes for the guardian, only to find himself to be powerless against this evil force that has tainted the mechanical monstrosity as it blasts the Hero with the Princess running to him only to hope there is some way out of this.
The Hero pushes the Princess behind her, “No! Don’’t!” The Guardian’s heated red beam affixes to the Hero as The Princess grabs the Master Sword in the Hero’s hands to deter any more conflict before the Master Sword itself fleetingly causes both the Hero and Princess to vanish as the Guardian’s beam decimates the rock wall.
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As the last had faded. She tried to find the words to explain, only to find herself short. Zelda watched as the mechanical construct looked for focus, only to continue on it’s destructive path. “Are you certain they can’t see us?” She queried the Arcmage. “These are the things of nightmares. Always targeting.” Zelda would be lying if she didn’t wake up during the nights she had been in Azeroth with these frightening things coming after her and the chosen Hero.
❝ i like you too, ____, and i like this drink. It tastes like fire. ❞
Delicately her gold-tipped pointer circled around the rim of the shot glass offered to her by the mage in hospitality, stirring the smokey contents within; lacing it with more palatable arcane flecks of magic that laced the drink. To hear his confession so upfront -- and the accurate comparison to fire had her smiling as bright as the element he spoke of.
“Do I catch a whiff of proposition in your musing, my dear trust?” she murmured in lurid promise, her finger stalling, her body arching just a touch forward so the light of the half-burnt candles played shadows across her illuminated face.
“Go on, then. Taste me, see if the drink compares to the fire that burns within me.”
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Soft hum’s of a tune not quite fully remembered escaped the keeper’s throat as her eyes devoured every word. The scenes coming to life within her mind as a giggle or two past her lips at humorous parts. Books of different sorts and subjects floated and zipped around into their correct places within the highest shelves or piles of tomes left behind by studying apprentices lifted and floated to her desk to be checked over for abuse before being sorted back. It was not an odd thing to witness as the book keeper could normally be found reading or tending to her duties or rebinding and restore mishandled tomes or newly found old books. It was a tedious job but it was one that she joyed.
And of course so drawn into her little would that Aurora failed to notice a sort raven archmage until the sound of someone clearing their throat made her jump back into reality from her little world.
“O-oh what? Khadgar! Oh how terribly embarrassing, I didn’t hear you come in. Do forgive me I was reading a most wondrous story.” Checks dusted with shades of pink. “Do sit if you like or is there something I can help you find? Tea?”
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