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Dawn of the Dragon	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thirteen
The Dark Portal was a place Anduin had only heard about through stories told by adventurers' stories and tales told by his father. He knew that the heroes Alleria Windrunner and Turalyon had gone through and had never been seen again. He also knew that it was through this portal that the orcs had come and, because of it, his grandfather had died. He knew that going through it would deposit him in a strange land where life was struggling to survive, and there were untold dangers that would make things in Pandaria seem like cute fluffy bunnies.
At least, that was how Dashiell put it.
They'd gone from the Wetlands back to Ironforge and had a wonderful time sneaking Dashiell through the front door. Karidormi simply took on the form of a gnome, and managed to distract the guards long enough for Anduin, Wrathion, and Shandris to hustle Dashiell down to the Mystic Ward and shove him through the portal to the Blasted Lands. When they landed, they found themselves in a red, barren land with only ogres and the wildlife for company. Near where they had landed, Anduin could see two bases - one belonging to the Horde and the other to the Alliance. And, in the distance, he could see the Dark Portal.
It didn't take long to get there, and it was clear that the group had some aggression toward one another, which thankfully was mitigated through acts of wanton violence on unsuspecting scorpids and boars rather than each other. Of course, most of the animosity came from Dashiell and Shandris, neither of whom seemed to be able to get along with each other for long. Anduin and Wrathion kept close to Kari, and plied her with different questions about their quest. Anduin was completely surprised by Wrathion's attitude, especially around Karidormi. He hadn't expected Wrathion to be so excited about being near another dragon, considering all the work he'd done to separate himself from them.
And Karidormi, too, was a mystery. Here she was, fighting for something that no one else wanted to fight for. Not even Nozdormu, the leader of her flight, had wanted to believe her. It wasn't their fight, she'd said. That statement weighed heavily on Anduin's mind, especially when he thought about everything he'd gone through recently, and everything he was about to go through again.
The Dark Portal loomed above them, casting an eerie shadow across the whole area. Of course, that could also be attributed to the fact there seemed to be perpetual dark clouds hanging overhead, and the occasional cultist and demon wandered by, putting Shandris, at least, on edge. The demons and cultists were the least of their problems, though.
"They really have to stand right in front of the damn thing?" Dashiell asked. He was crouched on a cliff overlooking the Dark Portal - and the Alliance and Horde staging area right before it.
"They don't pay attention to the people coming and going." Karidormi replied. "Especially since most people just fly overhead into the portal anyway."
"But we don't have flying mounts." Shandris said. "And they're bound to notice anyone walking in."
"So, why don't we just fly in on Kari?" Wrathion asked. He shrugged when Karidormi shot him a glower. "You're big enough to carry us all."
"They'd notice that faster than they would four single riders," Anduin said, "and they'd notice the same dragon flying in and out and get suspicious."
"So what are our options?"
Karidormi rose and started walking. "There's the back way."
Shandris chuckled. "I'm surprised you thought of that and not the rogue."
"Hey!"
Anduin smirked and followed after Wrathion and a grumbling Dashiell as they hurried around to the other side of the Dark Portal. As they rounded the crater, Anduin watched a fel hound suddenly pick itself up from where it had been laying and launched itself toward Karidormi. He called out to her, but Shandris was already moving. So was Wrathion. The moment Shandris struck with her glaive, Wrathion struck with his sword, cutting the fel hound in two pieces. Karidormi clenched her fist to cut off the spell she'd been about to cast and laughed softly.
"How's that for excitement." Dashiell said softly.
"Since you didn't do anything, it was probably very exciting to watch." Shandris growled softly. "Are you okay, Kari?"
"I'm fine." Karidormi replied, stepping over a chunk of demon. "These are nothing compared to other demons I've seen. Have you ever seen a warlock in action? I've seen one use a void walker in tandem with a felguard in order to take out a magnataur."
"There was a warlock I met in Pandaria," Anduin said, "who used a void walker like a tank. He said it was entertaining to watch Mogu smack it and realize that their weapons weren't doing anything to it. Then he'd hit them with a chaos bolt."
"I think I remember that warlock." Wrathion replied. "Wasn't he the one who made that comment to you about me being absolutely batshit crazy?"
"Yeah, that's the one."
Shandris looked at both of them sharply. "You actually let them speak like that to you, Anduin?"
"Why not?" Dashiell laughed as he slid down the crater's embankment. "You should get out more, night elf. Go on a little educational field trip to learn vernacular. You'd be surprised at what you find people saying."
Shandris narrowed her eyes at him. "Keep talking. I'll need a reason to rip out your tongue, blood elf."
Kari, Wrathion, and Anduin sighed quietly to themselves and followed the arguing elves down the side of the crater. It seemed like being a team was going to be harder than actually doing any of the work they were going to do. Anduin couldn't figure out how to get Dashiell and Shandris to get along, and Wrathion was starting to seem apprehensive about seeing family he hadn't even known about. Even Anduin himself was starting to question his sanity in doing this, because if his father found out what he was doing, where he was going, Varian would probably lock Anduin in the deepest dungeon and not let him out until Anduin swore to never leave the castle grounds. Karidormi, however, had a determined look to her face and step, and Anduin realized that she was going through with her plan, no matter what happened.
He was quick to follow Karidormi through the Dark Portal.
When he emerged on the other side, Anduin bent double just to catch his breath.
"First time always hits you the hardest." Karidormi said with some sympathy. She looked at him and smiled. "It's the temporal distortion. It actually has to take you apart and put you back together again."
"Well, I'm used to portals," Anduin replied, straightening. "But definitely not one like this."
Wrathion emerged from the portal and sucked in a deep breath. So did Shandris when she emerged. Dashiell was the last to emerge, and looked toward the red sky. "Never thought I'd see this place again." He muttered.
Shandris raised a brow as she regarded the rogue. "You've been here before?"
"A few times. Mostly to explore somewhere new. Otherwise it was to kill things."
Karidormi strode forward before Shandris could say anything snippy. Anduin and the others quickly followed her. Anduin caught up to her first. "Where do we go from here?" He asked.
Karidormi pointed. "I want to head to the Blade's Edge Mountains. That's where the black dragons are reported to be, still. But we'll have to go on foot, unless I can acquire mounts from somewhere. It's just..."
"Just you've never been to Outland before." Dashiell said. "I guess that's where I come in." The rogue stepped past the blonde prince and bronze dragon. "There are two bases here - the Alliance's Honor Hold and the Horde's Thrallmar. It's suicide to run straight down the middle here, since all of the demons are congregated right there, so the safest way is to take a wyvern or a gryphon to our respective bases."
"So we're splitting up?" Wrathion asked with a slight grin. "Then I guess I'll-"
"Go to Honor Hold with Anduin and Shandris." Karidormi said in a bossy tone.
Wrathion glowered at her. "You can't tell me what to do."
"I'm older than you. Deal with it." Karidormi looked at Dashiell. "I'll go with you to Thrallmar."
"If that's what you want to do, okay." Dashiell shrugged. "We can meet on the road between the Temple of Telhamat and Falcon Watch. So once you get to Honor Hold, take the road north. We'll meet you there, and head to Zangarmarsh."
"And what happens if one group fails to show?" Shandris asked.
"We'll show." Dashiell growled. "Just don't go doing something stupid. Out here, it's everybody for themselves. And some Horde may just attack you because that's what they've spent their entire lives doing." He turned toward the Horde flight master, and started walking down toward her.
Karidormi looked at Shandris. "There's too much riding on this to entertain petty squabbles, you know."
"I know. He's just easy to rile." Shandris looked Karidormi in the eye. "I know what's at stake. I won't do anything to jeopardize our mission."
Kari hesitated, then nodded. "We'll meet you on the road. Try not to let them out if your sight, especially Wrathion."
"Don't worry. He's ten thousand years too young to escape me." Shandris gave Karidormi a quick salute, then turned to herd Anduin and Wrathion on the Alliance flight master.
Karidormi waited until the three of them were safely in the air, then joined Dashiell by the Horde flight master. Dashiell gave her a long look before he mounted a wyvern. Karidormi straddled her own wyvern and looked ahead into the bleak redness if Hellfire Peninsula. She didn't know what lay ahead, but she knew what lay behind, and knew that it was only a matter of time before they were hunted down and dealt with.
She didn't want to think about that.
She also didn't want to think that she couldn't trust Dashiell. He seemed to be only out for his own survival, and considering she'd made it look like he'd helped her escape from Khargol, it only seemed right that he would join her. And, Kari though with some guilt, since it was her fault for getting him involved in the first place, she bore the responsibility of watching over him. He hadn't said much to her, even if he did argue with Shandris more than what was healthy, but he didn't seem like he was going to run... or betray her. Dashiell was here for his own reasons, she was sure, but she couldn't quite figure out why. He was a mystery. Much like Wrathion.
Wrathion. Kari's lips curled into a little smile. He was a mystery, too. The way his mind worked fascinated her, because he could make leaps and bounds in thought before anyone else had to even try. He'd pestered her with all sorts of questions, much like her annoying little brothers had done when they had been Wrathion's age. Maybe that was why she got along with him - he reminded her of her little brothers. It was clear he had no idea how to really handle her, or any dragon older than him, and was trying to figure out the puzzle Karidormi represented. He was certainly out for himself, but he cared about Anduin. He also cared about Azeroth. He would never take up the mantle his sire once wore, but he would play his role in protecting Azeroth where others of his kind had fallen into madness. Of that much, Kari was sure. But at the same time, she was questioning her decision to let Wrathion come along with her, to find a black dragon that had escaped Deathwing's madness. She hadn't forgotten that Wrathion had made sure to eradicate every black dragon on Azeroth. Well, the ones that the Alliance and Horde hadn't dealt with first. She couldn't be sure if Wrathion intended to become the only black dragon left.
She clenched her fist and stared down at her clenched fingers. Could she stand aside and watch Wrathion do such a thing? Of course, that was provided she even found a suitable candidate for taking over part of the responsibilities of the Earth Warder. For the first time, Karidormi wondered what she would do if she couldn't find a black dragon who met the "requirements". What would she tell Aggra? "Sorry, I tried."? How would she help Go’el? The longer she spent running around trying one solution after another, the worse he was getting. What if she returned and Go’el was already completely under Khargol's control? What if she returned and Khargol was waiting for her, and made sure she, and everyone with her, couldn't rescue Go’el or Azeroth? What if...
Stop it. You can't worry about what ifs. You can only worry about what's in front of you, what you're working on now. If you start worrying about what ifs and possible futures, you're going to end up causing them. Karidormi bit the inside of her cheek until she could taste copper. The most important part was that she wasn't alone doing this anymore. Of course, her companions weren't exactly who she had expected to join her, and her fears that one or all of them would get hurt were very real. She didn't doubt that Anduin and Wrathion could take care of themselves, and Shandris was perfectly capable of protecting them, but she still felt responsible for them.
The wyvern barked softly and banked to one side, revealing a red barren landscape that at one time must've been green and beautiful. So lost in her musing about what this land might've been in the past, Karidormi failed to look behind her, back at the Dark Portal. If she had, she would've seen two orcs appear on the platform, one male and one female, both dressed in the raiment of shaman.
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