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[jackarychaoti]

The Shackle.

"I'm telling you, there is something wrong!" Jackary huffed out, having been pacing back and forth within the walls of Chaoti's Garrison. As he furiously jerked his frame, two figured watched the impatient Magister in his faltering steps.

"Jackalope ya be needin' ta calm down..." Sukkul offered in attempt to comfort his 'son'. The Zandalari could only frown further when he began to realize that there was possibly no calming the irritated, caged beast.

"How can I calm down?! Something's wrong! This isn't like any of them!" Jack all but squawked, pushing his hands firmly against his head to grip at his own hair.

"Will you calm the fuck down? It's been two days," Loki chided, leaning back atop his rocky perch. His cousin's constant whining had started to grate on his already fried nerves, on top of the issues at hand. "I'm sure they can handle a few more without you."

"That's not the point!" came the snarky reply. "The point is that I promised him I wouldn't leave without letting him know! And then YOU guys put me under house arrest and I sent a letter but I don't know if he got it and I'm TELLING you something doesn't FEEL right!"

The dramatic display from the Mage only rendered the Rogue and Druid to sigh out, both had indeed shackled Jackary, quite literally into the Garrison. It had been the only way to assure he'd stay out of trouble while his dwindling mana pool needed to recover.

There were no trees in Frostfire, none that Jack fancied anyway. Even Birchus had promptly denied Jack's whining grabby hands, wanting to climb up into the Ent's branches. Such was life. On top of it all, the wild and free spirit's  right let adorned a cuff, a bracelet that kept him bound to their location, denying the usage of portals.

"So send him another letter and stop your damned whining. We're doing this for your own sake." Loki snarled, shooting a glare of warning down to the panicked blond.

Jack merely glanced at the two in a defeated, guilt-stricken look. Somewhere in his heart, he knew that there was something wrong with his boyfriend and those he called family. Yet without two days of contact, he knew time apart was a good thing... Minus the ever scratching thoughts in the back of his mind.

"Mebbeh ya should be gettin' back ta trainin'..." Sukkul tried again in hopes the situation would have been defused. "I 'ave yet ta see ya cast a single fireball... Dat dun' be like you."

Jackary lowered his head as shoulder slumped in defeat. His own family was falling apart, he was chained up and couldn't even get ahold of anyone. He didn't know what to do anymore. All he hoped for was that the owl that had been carrying to letter to Gentil was delivered. A brief note, but it explained where Jack was.

He had promised Gentil while he wiped the remains of tears away from the Elf's cheeks that if he ever had to go somewhere, he's tell the Priest. In his desperation to fulfill his words and prove that he wasn't like those in the other's past, a frustrated noise escaped and his foot yanked at the shackle and chain, failing to break the bond. He was trapped in another world and he hadn't had a chance to say a word.

[jackarychaoti]

The Zandalari's Return.

"Could you not?!" came in an irritated whine, the owner of the voice stood there in a posture that screamed irritation. Jackary folded his arms with a scowl, his form drenched in sweat as he sported nothing but his knee-length pants which was startling in Frostfire, even for a Frost Mage.

"Come on, spar with me." called out a second voice from a near chipper Rogue who had forsaken his own shirt to cool down from their rigorous work out. "Do it, or I'll flick your ear again, hn?"

Jack's eyes rolled as his arms dropped, shoulders slumped in defeat. "I'm tired, Kit... We've been at this all night. At LEAST since East left for some weird Dinner plans!"

"I would think you'd want to keep your mind off it for a while," the Rogue replied arching his body when arms lifted above his head to stretch the sore muscle. "I'm sure that guy had a life before you bashed into him. You're not jealous, are you?"

"I didn't bash into him..." Jack puffed in defense. "I merely almost ran into him because the ground was slippery in tar and I wasn't watching where I was going. And for the record, I'm not jealous!"

"Uh-huh..." Loki crooned, glancing over the muscular figure of his cousin. ""Speaking of dinner, you should eat Jack... You're gettin' skinny again."

A low grumble of defiance left the Magister before his head rolled back to let out a noise of frustration. "Augh! Are you going to pick on me ALL night?"

"Only until you fling a few spells for sport!"

As the two bickered, a subtle shadow approached, the silhouette of a large figure eased into view to watch the two. Slowly, the faintly shaking body would ease down to sit on hind haunches, revealing himself within the natural lights of the fiery enclave, yet he dared not say a word. Instead, a faint, fond smile tugged on his lips while ears listened.

The Troll that watched had seen better days, his Prime long since passed, hair white as the snows that surrounded them. Wrinkles adorned his face, his hands gripped the staff that helped walk him to the noises of the two while gentle, kind eyes tiredly glanced to each male.

As the Rogue began to rile the Mage up even further, the elderly Druid finally piped up, his voice slightly raspy but very much soothingly. "If'n ya boys be done arguin'... Eiddah kiss n' make up, or ya best be gettin' ta da fightin'."

Both Lokitan and Jackary stopped, instantly directing their attentions to the Zandalari who had been watching them for whoever knew how long.

"Sukkul!" Jack chirped happily and smiled, instantly brightening up in which he began to dash forward. Lokitan had trailed behind in casual steps, smiling to himself to see just how excited his cousin became around the troll.

"Jackalope... " Sukkul greeted warmly, nearly toppling over with a grunt once the blond all but pounced and clung on. Fingers would pat the boy on the back before he held the Mage, his lethargic gaze rolled towards the approaching Rogue.

"Sukkul..." Loki greeted in a near meek tone. Having been away from their mentor for so long, he had just then realized how old the Troll had become. The subtle hints of the world and time catching up had become obvious, but instead of gawking, Loki forced a smile.

A hand motioned for the smallest to join in the hug and soon the Zandalari held both dragons within his arms, squeezing as a nurturing parent would their young children. "Ah, boys..." Came a heartfelt whisper.

"Oh, man!" Jack all but squawked and pulled back, nothing but smiles dashed across his charming face. "Tell me you're staying?! Oh pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?! Please please pleasepleaseplease!"

Sukkul could help but throw his head back and let out a hearty bout of laughter. "Ya ya..." He nodded, ruffling the long tresses of hair to assure the male. "Ah be stayin' fo' a while."

"Yeeees! That means we can start training again!" Jack threw his hands up in excitement, grinning to the point where sharpened fangs were exposed in delight.

"Oh now you want to train..." Loki groaned, finally pulling away from the elderly Troll to allow him a bit of breathing room. "You should rest first, Old Man..." The name was spoken in honesty but also out of the way a bratty teen would speak to his father that he truly did respect.

As much as Sukkul did agree, it was obvious that Jack had forgotten, or perhaps didn't even notice that their mentor was aging. Instead he was an endless pit of energy, happy to finally see the Zandalari known as Sukkul Flamedancer once more.

Oh, the stories that Jack had to share with the male he looked up to as his father figure.

[jackarychaoti]

The Reports.

It had been a nearly relaxing evening after a rough start and all around business attitude mid-afternoon. There had been a hand-picked team by the Magister himself to return to where he could not and obtain the information he needed to continue on with what he needed to. Once his team had been chosen, Jack had removed himself from the city, he knew there was something he needed to do in order to ease his own mind.

Jack had dragged Gentil out with him into the fields, into the real world beyond the walls of the city and easy patients with broken noses or minor cuts. He'd taken Gentil out to train, to survive... To hunt. Dragon instinct had caressed a part of his brain that he hadn't thought of in ages. His partner wasn't savvy within the world of violence and if something dreadful were to happen, that deep protective notion needed to be sated into knowing that the Priest could easily survive without so much as a map.

Hours were spent with the Priest, teaching him how to read the land and how to work with it, clues to help the directional-impaired mate of Jack and by the time they took a break, albeit grime-covered and scratched to hell, Gentil had grown tenfold in knowledge and understanding.

Rewarded with tea, their early evening was spent together with their idle, playful banter and soon, Jack escorted his beloved Priest home to let him rest. His soft smile faded into nothing more than a business-as-usual glare the moment Gentil was out of his view, he had needed to focus on what he started that morning.

What had greeted him the moment he was back in the city however, was a courier who approached him, handing him two letters. Eyes glanced over the envelopes, one clearly marked with the symbol of a Zandalari troll, the other completely blank. More interested in the letter from his comrade and teammate, Jack was swift to pull the thick amount of papers from the pouch.

Eyes glanced over some of the images that were copied within the Troll's writing and sketches, different symbols in Zandalari versus another Troll language, Jack could only stare fascinated.

"Sukkul you beautiful, beautiful troll..." He murmured to himself in a pleased manner at all of the information he was handed. He shuffled through the papers until he came to a very formal letter, more so the report written with such detail. Jack moved to sit himself down on a bench, letting the papers rest in his lap to read.

January 11, 2015

Command Order: 1098B-2 Issued by: Jackary Chaoti Rank: Guardian Status: Complete Objective: Take assigned team into Atal'Hakkar and recover drawings, translations, any type of information and tablet sketches of all items of importance found within the Temple pertaining to dragons or "Greenblades".

Assigned Team:

Rel'ja [Hunter][Jungle Troll][M] - Companion, Emerald Raptor [SAN], Assist. Z [Rogue][Forsaken][M] - Investigations, Lookout, Scout. Sebias [Mage][Forsaken][M] - Language Knowledge, Script, Chemist. Andriel Chaoti [Warlock][Sin'dorei][F] - Script, Magic, Spells. Faeron [Rogue][??][M] - Investigations, Lookout, Scout. Sukkul Flamedancer [Druid][Zandalari Troll][M] - Translation, Script. Broder [Warlock][Black Dragonflight][M] - Script, Assist.

Assigned team gathered within Silvermoon City at the steps of Sunfury Spire, some names that were on the list to come with never showed, team decided to not wait any longer. [SEBIAS] created a portal for transportation to Stonard.

After equipment check and briefing on the mission,, the team arrived at the entry to [ATAL'HAKKAR], now known as the [SUNKEN TEMPLE]. Greeted by [ITHARIUS] at the entry, the team descended. Entry hall was flooded, assured equipment would stay dry in enchanted containers and proceeded to submerge. Noted that water was murky and cold by many.

Surfacing, the initial room had fresh flesh and bones on the alters, a sign that there is life in the locked away Temple. After drying important equipment, team pressed on through the first narrow corridor.

Next room littered with bones, three Corrupt [GREEN] Dragonkin stood on guard. Order issued by [SUKKUL] to terminate, reasoning: No dragon deserves such cruel fate. Status: Executed.

Continued deeper into the catacombs, scouts moved ahead. Discovered a sacrificial room with a troll working. Order issued by [ALL] to terminate, reasoning: Potential knowledge, harm to dragons. Status: Executed.

Room contained eight [8] adolescent [GREEN] drakes, all bled dry. Fresh, scales still warm. Other corpses included three [3] Trolls, two [2] serpents and several other indistinguishable bones. [ANDRIEL] and [SEBIAS] obtained information and sketches regarding bones and items on the walls and table.

Confirmed, none of these dragons were [JACKARY CHAOTI].

[Z] noted the room "smelled of magic, necromatic, Warlock".

Continued further, next corridor contained five [5] tablets of ancient Troll script, two [2] recently touched. Dust removed. [ANDRIEL] and [SEBIAS] obtained exact etchings of all. Voodoo mask noticed on wall, scouts went ahead. Return with report of [EGGS] of serpent nature, suggested [GREEN] Dragonflight.

Investigated, discovered that corridor guarded with mummified [ATAL'LI TROLLS]. Further investigation revealed a Hatchery guarded by giant [SNAKES], Cobras, spitters. Room contains at least fifty [50] Dragon eggs, all dark and appear corrupt. One [TROLL] in the center of the Hatchery.

Hatchery Troll Status: [ALIVE], reason: Uncertain his relation to surrounding clutches, [ALL] agreed to inform the Dragons and allow them to decide the fate of the eggs and the Troll.

Final corridor concluded to be a worshiping altar, [ATAL'LI] still in the room. Found two [2] LARGE Troll scripture tablets, one with dried [BLOOD] and an [UNKNOWN CORROSIVE ESSENCE], later to be concluded as [DRACONIC ACID].

All indications of previous team entering are confirmed.

[JACKARY CHAOTI]'s blood confirmed.

Subject settled to understanding [JACKARY] suffered severe hallucinations and corruption, physical evidence of a struggle apparent. [FAERON] became unresponsive upon questioning.

[ANDRIEL] obtained a copy of the tablet where [BLOOD] and [ACID] were located after [SEBIAS] cleansed it. Raptor companion [SAN] hovered in front of a lost tablet, conclusions are that the tablet had the same scent the Raptor was asked previously to obtain from the room with the [DEAD DRAGONS]. Obtained tablet information, backtracked to the flooded entry.

[REL'JA] noted seeing images while swimming into the entry. After assuring safety of equipment, team dove to examine underwater ruins. Shattered pillar in the center of the room, four identical symbols of what appears to be a [SUN] either [RISING] or [SETTING] into waves of [WATER]. Team speculated that they are signs of the rebirth of [HAKKAR].

Jack frowned to himself as he continued to look through the words, flipping the basic report of events to reveal the Troll's handwriting on another stack of papers. He sighed and leaned back against the bench, getting comfortable.

Jackary,

Within this envelope, I have gathered information for you concerning your recent request. I have taken the time to give you paperwork on the differences of tribes and their writing styles in hopes that it may help you. Consider it that stone thing you once told me about with all of the different languages.

The team you requests did well, although I fear we were missing at least one member, but we did not wish to wait any longer. I am aware that Andriel and Sebias are likely looking over the notes they obtained before they give you a copy, thus this folder is only of what I was able to pull from the excursion.

You were correct in the sacrificing of Emerald Dragons within the tombs, however if what you say is true in that there were seven when you first went there... We found eight, fresh. Either seven of those have been bleeding since last week, or they've obtained a new amount and a new man to slay them.. However, there were mummified corpses walking around down there, the voodoo of that place is not something to be toyed with.

I want to note something about the final tablet we found and tried to read. I am unsure if you are aware of your Lore on Azeroth, hopefully far better than our Leader's is, but it was Ysera that stopped the Gurubashi Priests (later known as the Atal'li) from using a strange type of blood magic to resurrect Hakkar. I can only assume the anger towards Green Dragons stems from her nearly crushing the entire temple.

The text on the final tablet spoke about whoever brings back Hakkar, will gain immortality. I want to throw an idea out at you that I want you to carefully consider when working with these other dragons in Azeroth. Their immortality was taken from them against their will at the single word of their Aspects. I know that many are likely not pleased with this. It would be wise to keep in mind that some dragons are corrupt enough to kill each other, as it's been seen in history... To sacrifice a few to regain their immortality would be nothing but a speck of dirt under a fingernail to them.

I should also mention that the team said the Rogue member "Z" was acting odd the whole time we were there. I do not know his personality, but it's something to watch out for. If he brought something back from the Temple, then there could be a severe problem on your hands.

Loki has requested that I stay near for the time being, he talked to me about your aggression lately with some other Chaoti. I hope everything is okay with you, I know you have always had a struggle with emotions and past relationships. However, I did see you with a cute little elf the other night. I apologize if I could not tell whether it was a boy or a girl though. I am sure they are lovely if you look at them that way.

Until paths cross,

-Sukkul Flamedancer

Jack rolled his eyes at a few moments in the letter, but the ending had caused his fangs to gently bite at his lower lip in a slight shy, but amused manner. The papers were set down then and the unmarked letter was lifted to be opened, however when he began to pull it out, a bout of yelling from across the exchange caught his attention and the letter was temporarily lost to him.