Appearing Characters: Andantenormu, Elissa Cross, Gilveradin Windrunner, Liiraluma, Soridormi, Teemo Manabrake, Toki Tinktok, Uther Menethil, Velameestra Windrunner, Wealdormu
Time-Lost 6 Month Timeskip
At one point, when Gil had been heading towards the Caverns of Time, Luma had run into him as they had gone to look at the open fields of space. They were sitting on a stack of gnome step stools.
Liiraluma says: Gil, I won’t stop you long, but I did not want to say… and I wasn’t going to admonish you over much. The yaungol, the talk of the Burning Legion, the whole… thing. It may be a superstition by my people’s accounts, but I would not say the titan’s name so easily.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Ah. Yes. I did not think about it too deeply, but you’re right, that’s not a habit I should have.
Liiraluma says: Yeah. That’s all I actually had to say, but I figure not hopping down your throat while you were trying to negotiate had benefits… but just watch what you say. It gives him power. Keep that name far away from ears that do not need to hear it.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I will make sure I'm more careful. I apologize if I… I’m not sure.
Liiraluma says: I’m not offended, I just think if we can do anything to kick him in his massive shins… adding power where there doesn’t need to be any, particularly with a grievous threat… it’s not everyday you need to think about it. I was raised with it, you were not, but knock it off. Burning Legion will suffice.
Luma gave a thumbs up.
Liiraluma says: That’s all!
Luma took a swig from a flask of alcohol and then offered it to Gil.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: …Ah. I miss being able to be drunk. The Demon Soul is such a heavy burden.
Liiraluma says: That sucks!
Luma knocked back another swig.
Liiraluma says: Good luck out there then.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: If I misstep again, please correct me.
Liiraluma says: Will do!
Luma kicked up their hooves and settled back to watch the galaxies.
Later on into the months spent preparing, Gil had gone to speak with Soridormi, but he caught her not in her sanctum. She was wearing full plate armor in her visage form with a long, curved greatsword in her hand. There were about two dozen drakonids and dragonsworn gnomes alongside some dragonspawn were with her. She was seemingly running drills with them and working to train.
Her armor was the color of sand, and parts of it glowed with draconic magic. The belt had a golden belt buckle that was a clock that was actively spinning. Gil sat watching for a time, but after she finished up, she dismissed the group and noticed Gil. She walked over and took her helmet off, waving her luscious curly hair out, which bounced down her back. She tossed the helmet over her shoulder, and it hit the ground and rolled before disappearing into sand.
Soridormi says: Gilveradinl! Apologies, you caught me in the midst of our own preparations. Sorry I couldn’t speak to you sooner. Was there something I could help you with?
Gil looked around.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Ah. I’d hope to talk to you about something more privately, but…
Soridormi says: Of course. That’s not a problem!
Soridormi gestured with her head for Gil to follow her as she started to undo her armor. With each piece that fell off, it faded into sand and was replaced with her more comfortable, flowing clothing.
Soridormi says: I’ve been ensuring the Timewalkers are prepared for what we will have to do next. While I’m loathe to put bronze dragon lives on the line given the uncertain nature of the circumstances, it is still our responsibility to help. I hope things have been going well with your own preparations.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Uther’s been running drills with basically anyone he can get within eyeshot. Everyone else has been looking over plans, scouting… what you can expect.
Soridormi says: War is never pretty, but it tends to be necessary all the same.
The made it to the hourglass, and Soridormi touched it. They were swept away to the dragon’s private sanctum, and with a wave of her hand, the oasis transformed into a more comfortable sitting arrangement for the pair of them. She settled into the cushions.
Soridormi says: What matters weigh on your heart, Gilveradin?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Two things, really. The first… I don’t know if either are easier, but… I don’t know how much you’ve heard of the circumstances that my sister has returned under?
Soridormi nodded.
Soridormi says: She spoke to me about it briefly, along with a brief overview of the events I was not aware of.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I… I’m struggling with it. I’m happy to see her, but it’s… at the same time it’s not… quite her? There’s small differences, but they’re there.
Soridormi furrowed her brow.
Soridormi says: How do you mean?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: It’s hard to… describe.
Soridormi says: Does it feel like she’s changed in ways you did not expect? In ways you could not have predicted? And you’re not certain how to internalize it? Some of her actions are ones you don’t think she would have taken before?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: It’s like she’s just… colder? And more calculating. And it’s not a large change, but it’s just perceptively there.
Soridmori nodded.
Soridormi says: I did not know your sister before we met here. But I have spoken with her. The two of us shared a rather interesting discussion. I cannot say, or compare who she is now to who she was before, but I would not describe her as cold. Reserved, perhaps… and while she radiates a physical aura of cold, I could not help but to see the warmth within her. A cold exterior perhaps, but not so much on the inside. But she is different from most mortals. That much I can tell. Even from elves, whose own perspectives vary so differently from those of other creatures. Ones who have a century or perhaps a handful rather than several dozen. But one thing that all creatures have in common is that they are not immune to change or the passage of time. I would ask you a question, Gilveradin. Do you think that her nature as a vampyr fundamentally changed who she is as a person? Her behaviors, perhaps, her ideals, her priorities, but do you think it changed her fundamentals?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: …No. I don’t think it did.
Soridormi says: Before, we had described the timeway as a rainstorm. A thousand events cascading down, each one running its course, forming puddles, streams, rivers, storms in some cases. Each person is affected by those events that fall upon them. It is shaped by them. My friend, what you’re experiencing is not so uncommon, though the circumstances themselves are. Your sister has changed. At first glance, she is perhaps not the same person you knew before, in the same way a mountain beset by generations of rain may become unrecognizable to the same eyes. But beneath that crust, it’s the same foundation, even if its points, its ridges, its cliffs, and everything else changed. Now I can’t say I have an abundance of experience with the undead. I can understand how members of your flight may take more exception, that is not for me to help you decide. But what I can tell you, is that I believe you’d be having this same struggle regardless of how frequently Vel’s heart beats, or what her dietary restrictions are. You’ve both changed from who you were. The ways you changed matters of course, but that change would have happened one way or another. It’s simply up to you to come to terms with it. I hope that can help, in what small way it can.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: It’s… she doesn’t seem to trust me at all anymore.
Soridormi says: Have you given her reason to trust you? And do you trust her?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I thought I could… the lies, the secrecy… and she didn’t come to me because she wanted to, she came to me because it was convenient for her plan.
Soridormi considered for a long moment.
Soridormi says: Have you considered why she thought that way?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I… I can’t figure it out. I guess I’ll need to talk to her, but…
Soridormi says: If you feel she’s hiding secrets from you, if you feel she does not trust you, then I think the best way to figure out those answers is to ask her. Only she knows the answer. Otherwise, it’s baseless speculation, and oftentimes baseless speculation can lead to assumptions, paranoia, and resentment. Miscommunication is historically one of the greatest causes of conflict between neighbors. Time and again, throughout history, the breakdown of communication is what leads to war and conflict. So, fighting against that is the first step to avoid such things.
Gil offered a weak smile.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I’m afraid what the answer’s going to be.
Soridormi says: Well, it seems you have two paths ahead of you then. One, you can continue to make your own answers to those questions, depending on what they are, you may grow to resent her and grow away from her. If you are willing to accept that, then that’s the path you can take. It will protect you from those truths. But, at the cost that you’ll need to realize. Alternatively, you speak with her. You hear what may be difficult truths, and you understand them from her perspective. Only you can make that decision, and neither decision is right or wrong, it simply is. But she is your sister. You will never understand her unless you try. I… don’t pretend to understand everything that your flight represents. I know it at face value. I know what their goals are, and I was once friends with many of their number. But their words… their oath. You have taken them for yourself. Perhaps if you find yourself lost, you may find guidance from thinking on what those words meant to you. And… perhaps meditate on what you hope you can turn your relationship with your sister into.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Well. You’re right. I just… needed to hear someone else say it.
Soridormi smiled.
Soridormi says: Sometimes, that’s exactly what you do need, even if it’s hard to hear.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: And, the other matter… when we were negotiating I had accidentally drawn from the Demon Soul. I hadn’t meant to… how… how do you handle the immense burden of your task and the temptation underneath?
Soridormi thought for a moment.
Soridormi says: For us, that temptation is to change things. To adjust. To use our knowledge, our powers, to influence actions. To break away from what should happen and instead try to make things what could happen. I won’t lie and say that temptation has never called to me. It’s called to many over the years. To save our friends. Out loved ones. To prevent a conflict or a catastrophe. Our sight is far from perfect, but it gives us ideas. But, what keeps me going is my promise. My bonds. I followed Nozdormu down this path. I agreed to keep our timeline safe. To do anything I could to protect it and the people that live within it. In whatever way that means, hard to interpret that it may be at times, it… it’s looking at tomorrow. Fighting for tomorrow. We are always fighting for tomorrow. For if there is no tomorrow, there can be nothing. No life, no nature, no magic. Time is the basis of all charges. Without it, there’s nothing. Quite the burden, as you might imagine. But for you, you must find the reason you fight. The Demon Soul is a very powerful and dangerous artifact. The blue dragonflight was nearly wiped from existence, and even now the powers of the dragonflights are bound by it. It’s a padlock, a key, a weapon, a tool, and prison at the same time. And you’re its jailor. That is far too much responsibility to place on one person. Even on a small group of them. Especially on a mortal as young as yourself. If I had a say, I would have stood against such a reckless action, but that is neither here nor there. What is important is that you are the bearer of the Demon Soul. Of the Dragon Soul. Of this item that has led to so much suffering. That means you’re its author. You get to be the one to decide if it makes more suffering, or if its final chapters can be a redemption. That artifact is powerful, but its not evil. And you are not evil or wrong or weak for using it. But you do need to make sure it doesn’t prey upon you. All power can. And I believe our culprit here fell victim to the same temptation you must now contend with.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I just worry that this is more power than I should ever have. And there’s… there has to be a price.
Soridormi says: I think you’re paying it now. I think what you’re talking about right now is the first part of that price. There are ways that you could throw it away into a demiplane of some sort… but at least I can understand why they made this decision. Demiplanes are secure, but there are always risks. At least in this case, it’s in the hands of someone you trust. But you aren’t the only one that’s bearing it. Isn’t that the point of the Scales? They’re supposed to support you.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I’m not worried about lack of support. I’m worried I’ll come to depend on it. I’ve known the problems my people have had with magic throughout history… and I’m worried I’m no better than any of the others.
Soridormi says: The fact you’re worried about that in the first place is a good first step. The fact you have concerns means you can do something about it.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Do you think it’s wise to ever use it?
Soridmori thinks for a moment.
Soridormi says: I think it’s a risk. It’s dangerous. But I don’t know enough about the relic to say that using it is a damnation. I think it’s something that you should try to not rely on. And the sooner it can be destroyed, the better. But like I said, right now you’re the one holding the pen. You get to decide if it’s used for good purposes. Just not overused for good purposes. If you can avoid using it, all the better. But if using it can help reach the point where it can be destroyed, as long as you do so carefully, and as long as you don’t so secretively or alone, I think you can prevent it from becoming a problem. But when the time comes, you need to be ready to get rid of it, and to let it go and return that power to where it belongs.
Gil smiled at her.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Yeah, I suppose you’d want your portion back, wouldn’t you?
Soridormi chuckled.
Soridormi says: It’s not about me. Not directly. Truth be told, that power isn’t truly ours to begin with. It was a gift and a contract. Something we were offered, and something we accepted. We gave it foolishly and it nearly spelled our doom.
Gil frowned.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I don’t think any of you were foolish… you were lied to by someone you trusted. And the situation wasn’t particularly great either.
Soridormi offered a sad smile.
Soridormi says: I suppose when you are being that is supposed to see all eventualities… being fooled and tricked can sting more than I like to admit. But regardless, we now may have an opportunity to bring an end to that artifact’s sorry tale. If there’s anything I can do to help, you had best believe I will, if we are able to get out of here.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: We have very few leads on how to destroy it…
Soridormi says: But you do have some. That is more valuable than you might know. I have faith you’ll find a way. And maybe soon, dragonkind can breathe more easily because of it. But that’s an issue for tomorrow. And while it’s my responsibility to fight for that tomorrow, there are still plenty of battles that you need to focus on today.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Thank you for listening to me.
Soridormi says: Of course, Gil. Is it okay if I call you Gil? I don’t want to be overly familiar.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: That’s fine.
Soridormi says: Alright. Well, I know I’m not your Authority nor even your flight, but if there’s anything I can do, let me know.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I was going to say the same thing.
Soridormi smiled.
Some of the snooters had come over to Gil and one was laying in his lap and Gil was absently petting a few of them.
Soridormi says: By the way, Gil, a more serious question. Zagarra, the bronze dragonsworn… what can you tell me about her?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: She is… reserved. She’s pragmatic. She cares, but she’s… keeping something from us.
Soridormi says: I got a similar sense when I spoke to her.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I do not think she intends anything maliciously and I’m almost certain she didn’t know the full story, but I think she knows more than she said.
Soridormi says: I hope you’re right. I’m certain the red dragonflight handles their dragonsworn in a different manner… but the bronze dragonflight has one of the largest and most robust organizations of dragonsworn in existence. All dragonsworn to my knowledge have been a part of the Timewalkers, but Zagarra is the first one that doesn’t fit that bill, and she shows no interest in joining. It’s not an issue, so-to-speak, but I’m not used to having a rogue agent as a dragonsworn. Oftentimes the Prime Consorts act as the Aspect’s eyes and ears when it comes to dragonsworn. It’s why the Aspects themselves rarely have them. They’re busy enough as is. But I would just ask that you keep an eye on her. I don’t mistrust her… but I want to understand her more, and I think it’s going to take us time.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I’m of a similar mindset.
Soridormi says: Once we learn more about her Authority I’m hoping that fog will be dispelled.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I can’t say that a lot of us aren’t carrying some secret.
Soridormi says: True enough. And I am not her Authority. But her Authority may be a renegade. I just don’t want her to think that means she’s condemned by association. But this is mostly idle musings. I appreciate your insight.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I believe she has a goal in mind. I just don’t know what it is.
Soridormi says: I just… hope… it’s a goal we can help her reach.
Gil spoke with Soridormi multiple times, and he actually did encounter Vel a few times as well as she was helping the dragonflight: namely the whelp tenders.
Luma had spent the majority of the time working on building and trial-testing the armor for Uther. They managed to finish it in about 8 weeks. There was a week that was particularly rough as Luma hadn’t been sleeping appropriately, and there was damage done.
Liiraluma says: Uther. There was a fire.
Uther Menethil says: Are you alright!? Luma, you look like hell.
Liiraluma says: I’m fine! Fuck you! But two parts did not like each other.
There were draenic expletives involved in their explanation as they explained their annoyance at the scrapyard parts from the wasteland.
Liiraluma says: So! Money! Or bullshit. Or bullshit with money.
Uther Menethil says: The money isn’t a problem. It will be taken care of. But I need you to take a break. Do we have an accord?
Liiraluma says: Breaks are for–
Uther Menethil says: Everyone! Everyone deserves breaks. Luma. Absolutely everyone. You especially because you’ve been working nonstop for… I don’t know how to keep time in this place. But regardless, take a break!
Luma grumbled and went back to make the repairs and the next day Luma was found sleeping in the arms of the power armor and had to be physically moved.
Vel had taken the opportunity to examine the crystal ball that she had reclaimed from Hiram Creed in order to see if there was a link to the master that she could theoretically follow later. Whoever was attuned to it was set up to automatically fail scrying checks against the master of the orb. However, she believed she could follow the magical trail back, but she would need to act quickly, and there would be a chance she would draw the attention back. However, she was fairly certain she could obfuscate her own identity with magical protections, and there was a chance it could be used to determine how many other allies Onyxia had attached to her master crystal ball.
Luma had finished the armor, and the only thing left to do was try out the final product. Uther made his way to the workshop. Luma was sitting in a lawn chair outside the garage door Uther had been well accustomed to at this point. Luma had a drink with a tiny umbrella in it, and their glasses had been changed out for sunglasses.
Liiraluma says: Uther! Good morning. Guess what?
Uther looked incredibly excited.
Uther Menethil says: What?
Liiraluma says: It. Is done!
Uther Menethil says: Can… can we take it… can we see?
Liiraluma says: Absolutely! There’s a few things… I would like to introduce you to Padiri’eri’si.
Luma whipped the garage door up. Some smoke started billowing out, and bright blue and pink laser lights started to flash (courtesy of Teemo, who was also hanging out). The armor design was rather draenic, and it had blue crystals, but it had a helmet snapped onto it. It was incredibly bulky and stood at the ready, shiny and new.
Uther’s eyes got dewey, his mouth slack jawed. He stepped forward and reached out and brushed his fingertips over the breastplate.
Uther Menethil says: It’s magnificent.
Luma wiped away a tear.
Liiraluma says: I know!
Teemo Manabrake says: You gonna sit there, or are you gonna try it on?
Uther Menethil says: Oh. I’m going to try it on.
Teemo and Luma helped Uther suit up. By the time Uther was all inside, he was another foot taller, even taller than Luma. The armor was extremely heavy, but after he got situated, the crystals glowed, and some of the weight of the armor was pulled off, as if the armor itself was helping him carry it.
Uther Menethil says: It’s amazing! It barely feels like I’m wearing anything.
Liiraluma says: I can barely lift the helmet anymore!
Teemo Manabrake says: I set up some dummies outside if you want to take it for a test drive.
The goblin tossed Uther his axe.
Uther Menethil says: Lets go.
Uther hefted the weapon over his shoulder, and it made audible noise as he headed towards the course that Teemo had set up. His foot hit an empty crate and sent it spilling over, and it was clear that it was not easy to move around in, but it was enhancing his strength.
A smattering of other people had showed up to watch, including the party. Most of the training dummies were spray painted with faces and other silly decorations.
Teemo Manabrake says: Why don’t you start with these ones here and get a feel for the armor? Then we can get into the fun stuff.
Uther nodded and started a jog towards the first dummy, and did a wide swing at the first dummy. He cleaved straight through it. It was clunky to move in, but it wasn’t hard to move in, and it was surprisingly comfortable.
Teemo looked over at Luma with a grin.
Liiraluma says: Uther, when you’re ready to make a bigger jump. Try the word “vault” and aim yourself at your next target.
Uther Menethil says: What’s going to happen when I say vault?
Suddenly, as the word was said, Uther felt a burst of pressure from the jets at his back, and he was sent hurling forward at immense speeds at the next target. Uther’s arms were wide and he smashed directly into the next dummy and through it. He slammed into a wall beyond it.
Teemo grinned up at Luma.
Teemo Manabrake says: Good thing we put that padding in there.
Vel, who had been watching, just dropped whatever she had in her hand.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Uther!? Are you alright?
Liiraluma says: He’s fine. The armor is made for it!
There was just the sound of pure, joyous laughter.
Uther Menethil says: I’ve certain I’ve been better before, but right now I can’t remember a time!
Uther got to his feet and proclaimed the word again as he readied himself and slammed into another dummy. He cleaved through it with his axe, and there were cheers. Elissa was losing her mind cheering and Teemo was fist pumping. The crystals pulled, and a light blue lattice of energy surrounded him as he impacted.
Teemo pointed at the dummies stacked up on a pile of junk.
Teemo Manabrake says: Go for that one this time, Uther!
Uther Menethil says: Orders received! Vault!
Uther looked up at the dummy, and he jumped into the air. More jets fired under his boots, and he soared right into the air. After the initial shock of being in the air, Uther swung his axe around and cleaved through the dummy, then grabbed the remainder of the dummy and slammed it back down to the earth.
There were more cheers as Luma strolled towards Uther.
Liiraluma says: And there it is! I would say it was worth it, and we have time to spare!
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Do a flip!
Liiraluma says: The last thing it needs is a christening. I’ve picked four names in draenic. The first one was a joke. This is my first-born child. Hero's Vault, Hero’s Promise, Battle Brother, and Impossible Belief.
Uther Menethil says: I like Hero’s Promise.
Liiraluma says: You picked the mouthful! Soran’drekkadan is the draenic word for it. But not everyone will know the mother tongue. You’ve got a lifetime guarantee! This is some of my finest work. I’ve not taken on a project this big… it’s on quite the different scale. I hope it’ll serve you well.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I have to say, Luma, this is very impressive.
Luma laughed and adjusted their glasses.
Liiraluma says: Thank you. I would make one amendment to that, it’s fucking cool!
Luma puffed up their chest, very proud.
As Gil is going about helping the dragonsworn and dragons, he happened to spy a small group of bronze whelps of varying sizes. They were buzzing around and they flew off and disappeared into nothing. Gil noticed there was a door to a magnificent mansion. A moment later, Vel stepped out of the doorway with a whelp hanging on her head. They were conversing in draconic.
Gil and Vel’s eyes lock, interrupting the conversation with the small bronze whelp.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Gil.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Vel.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Ah… were you ready to… talk?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: No, but it needs to be done.
Velameestra Windrunner says [draconic]: Alright. Wealdormu, why don’t you go play with the others? I’ll be back soon.
The bronze whelp stretched his wings.
Wealdormu says [draconic]: Okay! But I’ll be counting down the seconds until you come back!
Velameestra Windrunner says [draconic]: Then I’ll be expecting the precise total when I return.
Wealdormu says [draconic]: On it!
The whelp took off and disappeared into the magnificent mansion portal, counting as he went. Vel looked back at Gil.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Um… there’s a cavern over this way.
They headed toward the cavern that Vel had indicated, which had a similar opening that led into a seemingly endless space. There was an empty moon well in the cavern–a ruin much like many of the others seen amongst the cosmos and other structures the bronze dragons seemingly created.
Velameestra Windrunner says: So… how do you want to start this?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I don’t know. I’m trying to… wrap my head around it. But I guess what I need to hear is… why? Why keep that secret from everyone? I need to know if you sought me out because you wanted my help, or if it was just because it was convenient for your plans.
Velameestra Windrunner says: The secret you’re referring to is the… fact we faked our deaths, yes?
Gil nodded.
Velameestra Windrunner says: We didn’t tell you because it was too dangerous to tell you. If any whisper somehow got back to Prestor about our survival… that would have put Victor in danger. He told his father that he had killed us. If there were rumors we were still alive, we would have not been able to help him. In truth I didn’t want to tell anyone this soon… circumstances just unfolded that sped everything up, you could say. If I had told you, I would have had to trust everyone you had surrounded yourself with. People I didn’t know and had never met. There was no way to safely do that. From what I understand there’s a black dragonflight ambassador at the Wyrmrest Accord right now… she or anyone else could have been a leak.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: So what was your plan then? How were you going to reveal yourself if everything went the way you wanted it?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Once we got Victor back… and once he was safe… we were going to explore what avenues were available to us in order to assess what the safest way would be as we uncovered what information about Prestor we could. The biggest hurdle is being able to prove what he actually is. The moment word gets back to him that we are still active… he will likely begin making his own moves to stop us. He knows we know the truth. That’s why I do not trust Samia’s Authority. No matter her desire to trust him herself, he could just as easily be a leak straight back to Prestor. Not even she knows who he is pretending to be.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I… understand. It’s very… logical and thought out and correct, it just still hurts. And it’s irrational and not fair.
Velameestra Windrunner says: You’re allowed to be hurt. You’re allowed to be upset at me. I’m not going to hold that against you. Unfortunately, the nature of the circumstances were broader than… just us. Believe me, I hated every moment of it. I got… all the sendings after we supposedly died. It was very hard not to answer them. If there was another way, we would have explored other options, but we didn’t have time when the cavern was coming down.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I… I’m sorry.
Velameestra Windrunner says: You don’t need to apologize to me. Gil, I don’t want to keep secrets anymore if I don’t have to. If you want to know what’s been going on amongst the Sin’dorei, or what we’ve been doing, or anything else, I am willing to tell you. I just need to know what you need from me.
Without saying anything else, Gil took a step forward and wrapped his sister into a tight hug.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I’m just happy you’re here.
Vel hugged him back, though notably pushed her face into his shoulder instead of resting it near his neck.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I won’t be going anywhere again. Not like that. I don’t blame you, and I’m sure Victor won’t blame you either if you’re mad at him.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: No it’s fine, I think the scars accentuate my good looks.
Vel chuffed as they released the hug.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Makes me look dangerous, you know. More rugged.
Velameestra Windrunner says: There’s an… attitude that goes with that that I believe you may be lacking.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: You don’t think I’m dangerous?
Velameestra Windrunner says: I know you can be dangerous, Gil, but you’re not the type that’s brooding in the corner of a tavern.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: No, no one can see you over there!
Velameestra Windrunner says: That’s my point. Is there anything else you want to talk about now, or would you like me to introduce you to the whelps?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Oh please introduce me to the whelps, but first… how is aunt Alleria?
Velameestra Windrunner says: She’s with the elves in Northrend.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I didn’t ask where she was, I asked how she was.
Velameestra Windrunner says: She’s doing better. Obviously circumstances were… fraught, but I think she’s doing better.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: She still doesn’t think she’s a monster, does she?
Velameestra Windrunner says: If she does, she has to think I’m one now too. But she’s not alone.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Somehow that’s weirder for me to think about.
Velameestra Windrunner says:That she’s not alone?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: That she doesn’t want to be.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Hmph. People change. Bats flock together, don’t you know.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I don’t know if I know that much about bats, Vel.
Velameestra Windrunner says: You’ve always been the animal person.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I don’t know about every animal. You know how many there are? But, if you have time, I definitely want to hear about the Sin’dorei. Anything you can tell me.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Well, we’re in the midst of a renaissance, I suppose you could say…
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Yeah, half your population being undead would do that, I suppose.
Vel offered what information she could, and they spent some time catching up on the things they had missed with each other–including their mutual exchanges with dragons and the fact that the sin’dorei would likely be reaching out to the Wyrmrest Accord if they hadn’t already.
Luma had spent a lot of time thinking between working on the armor, but the thoughts fully settled in after the manic state of creation had subsided. It was about the middle of the third month on the Timeless Isle, and they had returned to staring into the cosmos in the Caverns of Time.
Logical Voice says: I see you’ve returned to your place of contemplation.
As Luma turned, they saw a gnome. She had red hair that was pinned back, and one of her eyes was mechanized. She had the iconography that would denote her as one of the bronze dragonsworn. She had an infinity symbol baked into her garb.
Liiraluma says: Ah. You are?
Logical Gnome says: Toki Tinktok.
Liiraluma says: Oh. Ts.
Toki Tinktok says: Yeah, my parents had a sense of humor. They could have chosen any number of other letters.
Liiraluma says: But no. All Ts.
Toki Tinktok says: You’re Liiraluma, right?
Liiraluma says: Indeed. Hard to miss.
Toki Tinktok says: You are unusual among those that have come from the Promised Land.
Liiraluma says: The Promised Land, hm?
There was the sound of mechanics, and the chair switched into a bench so that Toki could sit down next to them.
Toki Tinktok says: How very considerate.
Liiraluma says: You looked like you wanted to talk.
Toki hopped up on the bench.
Toki Tinktok says: I could have said the same about you.
Liiraluma says: Eh.
Luma look back out at the galaxy.
Liiraluma says: Projects are fun, but they end like everything else. Most things. Almost everything.
Toki Tinktok says: You are finding yourself bereft of a purpose?
Liiraluma says: While not bothering you with too much detail, it is a bit of a theme in my life outside creation. Being out of time yet having things to do is a new sensation compared to looking at endless… this.
Luma pointed at the galaxy.
Toki Tinktok says: Interesting. I understand your people have a long lifespan?
Liiraluma says: Quite. At 8000 I’m not even middle aged.
Toki Tinktok says: I see. You may wish to get that handled. You have a great many years ahead of you, and you wouldn’t want to be listless. After all, you can’t always be creating. To do so would be to invite… many things. Burnout. Mistakes. Frustration. Fatigue.
Luma waited for another synonym, but Toki glanced over at them.
Toki Tinktok says: What?
Liiraluma says: Nothing. Well, Toki, when someone looks like they want to talk, humor me. Do you believe you have the… not correct, as that is too general, but do you have something to add to the conversation?
Toki Tinktok says: Truthfully, after you vacated this area to work on the armor. Congratulations, by the way. I came to this place a few times wondering if there was something I had missed. I did not find anything. So I was wondering what you saw here? Why did you come here? Was it simply because the sky reminded you of a time you enjoyed more?
Liiraluma says: That could be part of it. I was born out there. I spent most of my life out there. It probably is a reminder, but I found myself doing the same thing then too. I like how big it is. You can keep going, and there is a lonely element, but it is infinite at the same time. There are people who are lonely, but also people who are fulfilled. It was not just me, for as much as it was. It begets a feeling of… safety in smallness. But also invites great and infinite possibilities. It’s both. I take a restless sense of comfort in that.
Toki Tinktok says: A fascinating perspective. Thank you for sharing it.
Luma quirked a smirk. Toki sat in silence for a moment.
Toki Tinktok says: I do not believe I can see it. Not yet. But perhaps in time. There are many things that you can help with, if it is a purpose you are seeking. Something to busy your hands. But I get the sense it is more than your hands you are seeking to busy.
Liiraluma says: I suppose. An artificer’s work is to be busy with your hands.
Toki nodded.
Liiraluma says: I believe… actually, here’s one. I’m sure that it’s an easy answer, but the Promised Land, would you want to go? If and when we are able to leave?
Toki Tinktok says: Yes. I believe I would.
Liiraluma says: What do you think you’ll find?
Toki Tinktok says: I do not know. I was born here. But it is said our people came from the Promised Land. I know Azeroth, as it is called, is where the bronze dragons hail from. It is the place they are sworn to protect. I likewise swore myself to their service. But it is… perhaps ironic that I swore myself to aid them when I have never seen the home they swore to protect. If i am to do my duty, I should probably see this place. It is logical.
Liiraluma says: Quite.
Toki Tinktok says: I also wish to let them go back to their home. I believe that there is great value in doing so. And I hope to learn more about it and what my place in it all is. Perhaps I understand what you were saying in the first place…
Liiraluma says: See? Not too hard. Just think big and small at the same time!
Toki Tinktok says: Your people are not from Azeroth, correct?
Liiraluma says: Correct.
Toki Tinktok says: What do you think of it? I am curious. I am also not from Azeroth, so knowing an outsider’s perspective would be valuable.
Liiraluma says: That’s another piece of it all. Azeroth is a world with great potential, and it is a place of extremes. Great joy. Great strife. There is a sense of… I guess destiny about a lot of it. It feels important. Things are gathering there. There is an energy and a momentum. There are so many people, none of which look the same, and we, and even all of you, will only add to it.
Toki nodded.
Liiraluma says: Compared to the calm of this…
Luma motioned to the cosmos.
Liiraluma says: It’s different than I think I thought it would be. Not in a bad way… but I believe if we are going to make a home, then we are going to have to find its importance. If I cannot pinpoint what it is, then I have to make it or discover it. Likely a bit of both.
Toki Tinktok says: That is logical. Perhaps, if you care to speak to them, one of the dragons can help you. They are ancient beings from the Promised Land. If it is to learn about its importance and destiny, I can think of few people that would know more.
Liiraluma says: That is… also fucking logical.
Toki Tinktok says: Most things I do tend to be.
Liiraluma says: I appreciate it. Well. It crossed my mind, but… look at you putting voice to my thoughts. Thank you. It’s almost like you exist for that purpose.
Luma ruffled Toki’s hair.
Toki Tinktok says: I have more purposes than that. We all do.
Liiraluma says: Of course, but you fulfilled this one.
Toki Tinktok says: I suppose I did.
Liiraluma says: See? Logical.
Toki Tinktok says: I can introduce you if you are nervous. You are taller than I am, so I don’t know why you would be, but I was.
Liiraluma says: Does tallness equal confidence to you?
Toki Tinktok says: No. But the dragons are large. When I encountered them I was frightened. I assumed you might be as well, but I will introduce you if that is a concern.
Luma was trying very hard not to laugh.
Liiraluma says: I am quaking in my hooves. Lets go.
Toki Tinktok says: I will try to alleviate your fear.
Luma bit their knuckle.
Toki Tinktok says: Are you alright? Did you injure your finger? I am trained in first aid.
Liiraluma says: It’s fine!
Luma folded up the chair and heaved it onto their back with back straps. Toki observed that it was quite clever. They headed deeper into the Caverns of Time and introduced Luma to a handful of dragons. One of them was working on some various apparatuses within the Caverns. He was in his visage form and was a tauren, but he had fluffy white hair and pale fur with glasses.
Toki Tinktok says: Master Andantenormu, I am here to introduce Liiraluma to you. They wish to know more about dragons and their histories, and as one of the experts on draconic histories, I thought it wise for me to connect them with you.
Andantenormu says: Of course of course. Aaaand. There.
The tauren finished what he was doing and turned to look at Luma.
Andantenormu says: Ah. You are one of the outsiders that came and helped to kick things into overdrive.
Liiraluma says: I have a habit of doing that, but it wasn’t just me.
Andantenormu says: Thank you for bringing them here, Toki, I had a feeling you might make your way here. As my dear Toki said, I am Andantenormu. I’m one of the bronze dragons who helps lady Soridormi manage the Timewalkers, which Toki here is a member of. There is always plenty to do, and never enough time to do it. Even here. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Was there anything in particular you wished to ask about, or did you just want a conversation partner? If so, I hope you don’t mind if I continue to work.
Liiraluma says: I wouldn’t deny you that! Ideation became realization quite fast. I suppose, were you born here, or were you on Azeroth?
Andantenormu says: I was one of the many taken from Azeroth. I’ve been doing this job for a while. Yet despite the fact, I still feel like I’m learning new things every day. I’m far from the oldest, but I’m far from the youngest as well.
Liiraluma says: Well. I suppose the question I have asked most of the natives I’ve met, is do you love Azeroth?
Andantenormu says: Of course.
Liiraluma says: Why?
Andantenormu says: That’s… surprisingly hard to answer. It’s home. It’s where i was born. Its where our flight has chosen to protect.
Liiraluma says: Hm.
Andantenormu says: I’m certain your people have a different perspective.
Liiraluma says: Everyone has a different answer, and that’s what makes it interesting. Sometimes people don’t like their home. Imagine the breadth I have received.
Andantenormu says: I can imagine.
Liiraluma says: Homework done. It’s hard to put into words… but I believe Azeroth is important on levels I do not understand. I have been and seen many worlds, but nothing has gathered as much momentum as Azeroth has. Even more since you’ve been gone. People are fighting and loving and changing, and I’m sure that takes place everywhere, but… there is a different variety. No one homogenous people like Argus. Or… anywhere else, really. I find myself stuck in attempting to divine its importance or hate it or love it, because I have not had a good time there so far. It’s been a poor experience in a long life, but that does not mean it’s the only experience to have.
Andantenormu says: I see. I believe I’m getting a clearer picture of you now. You want to call Azeroth home, but you’re afraid.
Luma’s lips thinned into a line.
Liiraluma says: …maybe.
Andantenormu says: Got it in one!
Andantenormu polished his glasses.
Andantenormu says: Nothing wrong with that. A home is, as you said, hard to define. Many people have terrible experiences in their homes, many don’t even have a home. Look at the children born here in this realm in which our flight cannot maintain our primary objective. There is a great sadness even amongst our own people. There was a time where all dragon kind made their home in a place we called the Broodlands, yet warring within our own home led us to lose even that. We built more homes, of course, but I believe you could understand when I say it’s not always the same.
Liiraluma says: No. The story is familiar.
Andantenormu says: It’s a matter of perspective. There are some that always lament those days and look to the past with sorrow and desire and hopes and dreams never fulfilled. But these things breed only sorrow. I believe looking forward is the only way. Looking ahead, down, up… understanding history is vital, of course… but history does not remember all the rocks you can trip over, and it makes things look better than it was. I think you may have already begun to build a new home for yourself. Perhaps not a physical one. But you’ve begun that process in whatever way that may manifest.
Liiraluma says: Not sure I can name it yet.
Luma looked thoughtful.
Liiraluma says: Hm. Well. What do you need help with?
Andantenormu blinked.
Andantenormu says: If you want to offer aid, we’re doing some retuning on these temporal apparatuses. We are picking up some strange fluxes on the island, and we think it has something to do with the mechanisms keeping us here. We’re hoping we can bring about its end or ensure it doesn’t collapse. It’s complex…
He looked over to the devices he was working with, and Luma squinted at them. There were crystalline superstructures, and they had gold settings and seemed to be locuses of energy. They were readers that were able to pick up ambient energy to collect data the dragons could read.
Liiraluma says: Well, if nothing else, esoteric technology is largely what the draenei are good at given the naaru.
Andantenormu says: Well, if you can help, I certainly won’t say no. I don’t know how much experience you have with titanforged technology…
Liiraluma says: I've heard that name, the titans, before… but I have more questions than answers.
Andantenormu says: We only have so many answers ourselves.
Liiraluma says: Well, is there one that is defunct?
The tauren looked at a number of them.
Liiraluma says: I’d like to take one apart and see what’s inside before I touch anything live.
Andantenormu says: I don’t see why not. Worst case scenario, we are short one. Go on and see what you can do.
Luma took apart one of the apparatuses and determined it was something like a radar, but it picked up temporal particles and similar energy. They literally read the information about the time and space of the area around it, and could pick up anomalies in said time and space.
Liiraluma says: Fascinating!
Luma spent the next few days working with the bronze dragons, and Luma realized a lot of the other devices that the dragons used worked off similar mechanics, and it also worked off the same energy the bronze dragons actively manipulated. Luma was able to then repair the apparatus.
Liiraluma says: Alright, where’s the next one?
Andantenormu says: You… fixed it already? You just picked it up for the first time a few days ago.
Liiraluma says: The power armor was supposed to take me a lot longer than two months.
Andantenormu says: …Alright.
He set about getting Luma on some maintenance and they poked more at what it actually did. This went on for several months.
One night, during pillow talk with Teemo, Luma started to muse to their goblin girlfriend out of the blue.
Liiraluma says: So. Do you think I could do it?
Teemo Manabrake says: Do… what exactly?
Liiraluma says: Oh. I told you somewhere in my head. But I guess I didn’t.
Teemo Manabrake says: You need to be more specific. There are a lot of things you can pull off.
Liiraluma says: Being a dragonsworn.
Teemo Manabrake says: Oh. So you’re thinking about it?
Liiraluma says: I’ve liked the work, but the work will dry up, and the mission will change when there’s a lot to fix outside of time, you know.
Teemo Manabrake says: I think you could, but… if you became a bronze dragonsworn… dragonsworn from other flights aren’t allowed to be together.
Liiraluma says: Oh.
Teemo cracked a grin.
Teemo Manabrake says: I’m just kidding. There’s no rule.
Liiraluma says: Fuck you!
Teemo Manabrake says: I mean, if you’re thinking about it.
Liiraluma says: I am. But Teemo, I live a long time. I can’t make a flippant decision. The commitment is long.
Teemo Manabrake says: So is mine, for us.
Liiraluma says: True!
Teemo Manabrake says: I don’t really know the policy on quitting. I’m sure if you got bored, they’d let you go. I don’t think they’ll take you out back and silence you. But there’s no rush. Like you said, you’ll be around.
Liiraluma says: I know. After some thought and after something… or somethings…
Luma winked.
Liiraluma says: To do. I think I need to be made to give a shit about Azeroth. It won’t fix it, personally, but it’s been helpful to see it from the perspective of the group we are traveling with. Talking to you, and to them, and I think if I had it my way, my way isn’t… right. I’m filling in for the beacon paragon of the draenei. She’ll be back eventually. I would probably go home and that would be it.
Teemo Manabrake says: Sounds like you don’t want to do that.
Liiraluma says: I guess not. But I’ve been aimless for a long time, if you haven’t picked up on that. It took the loss of a lot of people to show me how stale I was. A lot of people I didn’t tell I cared enough.
Teemo Manabrake says: I think you should do it. I haven’t seen that look on your face since the first time I saw you in the caverns. This is something that’s on your mind for more than a minute. Look, I don’t like hearing you calling yourself stale. You’ve been in a slump, but you’ve had every damn reason, you know?
Liiraluma says: A 6000-year slump. But you’re trying to help me, I shouldn’t be cheeky about it. Especially when I asked. I’ll think about it for a little longer, but I wanted your opinion.
Luma leaned over and butted their head against Teemo’s before settling in.
Liiraluma says: That’s enough big thinking for today though.
Teemo chuckled.
Teemo Manabrake says: Yeah. I think that’s a good plan. It’s nice to shut your brain off sometimes.
Liiraluma says: Wish I could. It’s loud in here!
Luma decided if they stalled, they wouldn’t do it, and they decided to commit. They found Andantenormu.
Andantenormu says: Luma. Good morning.
Liiraluma says: Dante! Good… post sleep cycle to you, hello!
Andantenormu says: We’ve got plenty of work if you’re free.
Liiraluma says: I am. I got one question though. Is this something you ask about? I don’t know. What does it take to be a dragonsworn?
Andantenormu smirked.
Andantenormu says: All it takes is an agreement. I would be lying if I said I was not wondering if you might ask. If you didn’t, I might have asked you.
Liiraluma says: Maybe I should have waited then.
Luma smirked.
Andantenormu says: I can always rewind time if you would like. I’m only partially joking. But… becoming a dragonsworn is a big obligation.
Liiraluma says: I know.
Andantenormu says: Our flight was born under the charge that was given to us by the representatives of the titans. Those of us born after that point were grandfathered into the obligation. While that has caused chafing from some, the majority have accepted it with open arms. The dragonsworn are mortals who have volunteered to take on these burdens, but to do so is simple. You simply need a dragon of sufficient strength, and an agreement. Then it is simply a matter of speaking the words and taking them upon your heart, then acting as you will be expected.
Liiraluma says: Well, I think you’ve seen the extent of my temper.
Andantenormu says: Anger is definitely allowed. Trust me. I’ve heard comparisons that being in the Timewalkers is much like being a… mage or a philosopher that is a week past deadline. One of the greatest ironies is having infinite time while having no time at all. As an artificer, I get the sense you understand that well.
Liiraluma says: A long-lived artificer.
Andantenormu says: You are not from Azeroth. It is not your responsibility to protect it. But if you choose to, that is a statement just as strong, if not moreso.
Liiraluma says: I believe my people intend to make a home on Azeroth. I would like to build something beyond weapons someday, good as I am at weapons. I want to make myself care. I think I can. But I don’t think that’s something I’ve ever been good at doing alone.
Andantenormu says: Well. Should you choose it, you won’t need to. The Timewalkers, the name given the bronze dragonsworn… sometimes our work is solitary, but we never work alone. And, depending on the nature of your connection, you will have a way to keep in contact with whoever you chose to be your Authority. There is also your role. Lady Soridormi has always kept things in the Timewalkers more regimented than other flights. We have different roles and responsibilities based on your strengths and weaknesses. You can choose how you want to serve, and you can change it. Historians, watchers, weavers, wardens… all have responsibilities in the dragonsworn, and you need not worry about conflicts of interest. There are many dragonsworn that hold positions of importance across Azeroth. Some even in government leadership. Their peers may not be happy, but you are denizens of Azeroth first and foremost. Whatever role you have with the draenei will not be put in jeopardy.
Liiraluma says: You basically already saw it.
Andantenormu says: It would simply be a matter of finding you a suitable Authority. You can choose anyone as long as they are adult or older, as long as it’s not the Aspect. You get the idea. Historians are archivists, first and foremost. They study events of the past and record them in archives and books so we can be aware. They are the observers and the scholars. Watchers are scouts and researchers and sometimes spies and assassins. They keep tabs on the timeways and alert the bronze dragons when aught is amiss. Dangers to the timeways and threats that would seek to subvert them. They report on them and do what they can to minimize damage. Weavers are experts of the arcane who are chronomancers. They weave time magic. They repair the damage to the timeways and open portals to retrieve objects or beings that slip through the cracks. Then there are the wardens, who defend the timeways. They are called upon to protect the others when it is needed, and they are often the spearheads that will enter other timeways when certain problems need to be corrected. They are the vanguards, so to speak. Theirs is the most straightforward role, but no less important. All the duties are equally important, and you don’t need to pick one right away.
Liiraluma says: Mmm. A lot to think about.
Andantenormu says: If you have ideas on who you might wish to be your authority, Anachronos is popular. He has several scores of dragonsworn, including some potent and powerful ones. There’s also Soridormi, who is charge of all dragonsworn.
Liiraluma says: She does have good taste in animals.
Andantenormu says: She is fond of certain beasts, yes.
Liiraluma says: Well.
Luma looked around, pacing back and forth as they thought.
Liiraluma says: What about you?
Andantenormu says: Me? Oh. Um. I, well… I suppose I technically qualify and I’ve been… I… um… I could. Yes I would be glad to. I never had a dragonsworn before, but I most certainly am able. I just haven’t gotten around to it, you could say.
Liiraluma says: Well. I’ve enjoyed our conversations the most. And if I can’t talk shop with somebody, I am less interested in them by the day, and that’s my problem.
Andantenormu says: Well if I’ve been an interesting enough conversationalist, I think we can come to an arrangement.
Liiraluma says: Only if you want.
He smiled.
Andantenormu says: I get the feeling that you are going to create some truly wonderful things in your life. I would be a fool to miss out on an opportunity to have a front row seat to a being of such potential.
Liiraluma says: It’s like I’m young again!
Andantenormu says: I am technically your senior. So, if you wish to do this, we can do it now. It takes a surprisingly small amount of time, given the circumstances. It is now simply a matter of a brief ceremony.
He cleared his throat.
Andantenormu says: Unto us is charged the great task of keeping the purity of time. We see that time must always flow forward, though there are those who would have it otherwise. We must protect it, for without the truth of time as it is meant to unfold, more will be lost than any can possibly imagine. The fabric of reality will unravel. It is a heavy task-the base of all tasks of this world, for nothing can transpire without time. This is our charge. This is our burden. But you were born with the freedom of choice, a mortal whose destiny is their own to write. Liiraluma, do you take these words unto your soul and write them across your heart, and do you follow this oath as all of us who have been charged to do so so long ago.
Liiraluma says: Lets do it. I do.
He adjusted his glasses.
Andantenormu says: There is often a physical manifestation of the oath… is there somewhere you would prefer? I don’t want it to interfere with your aesthetic… I feel like that should be your choice rather than putting it on your hand or your chest…
Liiraluma says: If I put it on a limb, what if it falls off?
Andantenormu says: Not a problem. We can skip it if you prefer, it’s mostly tradition.
Liiraluma says: If I’m going to commit, I’m going to commit.
Luma decided to go with right between their shoulder blades, and they turned around. Andantenormu took a finger and touched it upon their back. It felt like sand grating against their skin, and when he moved his finger away, there was an infinity symbol on their back.
Liiraluma says: Well.
Andantenormu says: Welcome to the Timewalkers.
Liiraluma says: Neat!
Andantenormu says: We could probably throw a party for you if you wanted.
Liiraluma says: Are there normally parties?
Andantenormu says: I don’t believe so.
Liiraluma says: I think it would be more fun for people to just notice.
Andantenormu says: I can respect that.
Liiraluma says: We’re going to have enough excitement in the future.
Andantenormu says: Indeed. I heard they were planning an event after the liberation… the Sadie Hawkins dance I believe it was? But I suppose in that case, shall we get back to work?
Luma cracked their knuckles.
Liiraluma says: Yeah.
