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[archmagetrust]

[OOM: The Dark Portal is destroyed and the forces of Azeroth must seek shelter on the world of Draenor.]

The Door does not open.

Instead there's a flash of purple light in the form of concentric, oval rings. An older man in dusty blue and silver robes and holding a staff appears at the center of them and for a moment he looks terribly confused. His eyes start to glow the same shade of purple as he looks around, stopping when he spots the Window. The glow fades as his mouth falls open.

Then he grins. "Ha HA! I knew it! Modera owes me a drink!"



[OOC: Open all weekend!]

Comments

[thewidewideworld]

"Do they fight against those who would claim their power?"

[archmagetrust]

"Usually. Not always. These beings are over tens of thousands of years old, you know." No one is really sure. "Some have gone a little mad."

[thewidewideworld]

"Ah, I can see how that would make them quite dangerous."

He takes a sip of his tea. "And may I ask your place in these things?"

[archmagetrust]

"Nothing as grand as Titans and Keepers." He chuckles a bit.

"Azeroth is currently being invaded by an army from another planet and time, the Iron Horde. Today I helped lead the charge to drive them back and destroy the Portal they were using."

[thewidewideworld]

"I hope your battle was successful. And few lives were lost." There's a weight of sadness in his voice.

[archmagetrust]

He sobers and looks more like a tired old man.

"There are always casualties in battle. But we were able to free many of their slaves and prisoners and steal ships to flee upon."

[thewidewideworld]

"Then there is hope even in loss." Sinric nods, changing the subject a little. "And here, no time passes outside so you can take your ease and rest."

[archmagetrust]

"Thank you." He intends to. There are things he needs to figure out how to do next, like how to track down the Shadow Council and how to convince Jaina to assist the Horde.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles, making a welcome little gestures. "And perhaps learn a little of each other's magics." he offers.

[archmagetrust]

"An offer I would happily take you up on had I not had a very long day."

Khadgar gives him a tired smile.

"Another time?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Rest and renew your strength." Sinric nods, rising to give him privacy and space "Till our paths cross again."

[archmagetrust]

"Farewell, Sinric!"



[OOC: Thanks for the thread!]