#i too have a crush on stellagosa

[rowenwolf]

Was not expecting Arcanist Valtrois to have a crush on Stellagosa but I'm pleased nonetheless!

[shadowphoenixrider]

Azsuna Awaits (3/7)

(A chapter up in under a couple of weeks?! Sacrilege! Anyway, enjoy this chapter! Paging the usual folk: @highpriestessbriyanna, @galleywinter, @sigurdjarlson, @fer8girl, @elfgirl931)

(Previous chapter)

“This does not look good.” Khadgar muttered grimly as they walked into the Repose. “He does not look well.”

The great ancient dragon that had to be Senegos was laying in a large pool of mana water, surrounded by his kin and Stellagosa. He was an immense creature, similar in size to Malygos, with six pairs of horns made entirely of ice on his head (with one on his nose), and thick, dark cream fur down his neck and forming a long beard under his chin and down under his neck, drifting in the pool’s water. His wings were folded against his body, but even from here, Draggka could see the large icicles that had formed on the ends of his wing ‘fingers’, and that the membranes between them were so friable and tattered, it was clear that the dragon would never fly again without magic. The troll had never even considered a dragon could grow so old to lose the ability to fly, and she’d seen the Dragon Aspects. How old is he?

Stellagosa had taken her mortal form, which was of a high elf with long sky blue hair, and she glanced anxiously over to them as they approached.

“What is happening here?” Khadgar asked, looking over to Senegos. His eyes were half-open and dull, and every breath he took wheezed with effort. Draggka’s heart panged to see such a great creature reduced to this, and Spike uttered a soft whine in sympathy.

“I don’t know.” Stellagosa said. “He was like this when I got here. I’ve never seen my grandfather like this before.” She hesitated, her long ears dropping. “I...I think he’s...” She trailed off.

“Dying.” The archmage finished, softly. “Senegos is quite possibly the oldest dragon alive, by the looks of him. We cannot simply let him slip away.” He tilted his head a moment, like a bird. Draggka noticed his eyes glaze over for a couple of seconds, as if his gaze had momentarily turned inwards. “There is something not quite right with the magical energy here. Can you feel it too, Stellagosa?”

The elf-dragon glanced away, her long ears shifting back up as she frowned, blue eyes glazing over much the same way Khadgar’s had done.

“It does feel strange.” She agreed. “The power coming from the leylines shouldn’t feel as choppy as this.” Her frown deepened. “They weren’t like this before. Something’s happened to them.”

“I thought so.” Khadgar nodded. “Good to know I’m not going senile, but we’ll have to investigate later. First things first, we must buy your grandfather more time.” He took a deep breath, and the troll felt the air around her twirl and thrill as the arcane was drawn towards the mage, shimmering around his body and concentrated into his hands. Khadgar stretched his hand out then, the arcane rushing from him towards the frail elder dragon in a stream of pure energy. Senegos took a deep breath, and blew out a equally deep sigh, as the magic was drawn into his body. His eyes seemed to brighten, and whilst his breaths were still quite ragged, Draggka could tell that they were coming easier now.

“The leylines are the cause of the potent energies of this place, and probably why Senegos and his brood settled here.” Khadgar explained, answering her unasked questions. “I can use them to channel energy into Senegos to help stabilize him without exhausting myself. But I will still need your help.” He gestured with his spare hand. “Some of the leylines’ power becomes crystallised in rocks close to the surface, and they retain the power even when pulled from the ground. If you could could collect some and throw them into the mana pool, the resulting power should buy Senegos a few more breaths. I spotted some caves over there as we came down the hill; I’d suggest starting there.”

Draggka nodded, her brows drawing together grimly.

“Dat sounds like a plan. I’ll do dat.”

Senegos groaned then, catching their attention. He tilted his head very slightly towards them, catching them both in his gaze.

“I know why you are here, small ones...” He breathed, voice low and weary. “Please...help...”

Draggka’s ears drooped at the pain in his voice, Khadgar’s silver brows knotting together in sympathy too.

“We be doing everyting we can.” She replied, before hurrying off towards the caves, where a steady stream of whelplings were flying from, mana crystals clutched in their tiny claws. They would drop their cargo into the pool, before wheeling back for more, completely ignoring the troll.

Draggka followed them into the cave, her fur prickling against her skin as the arcane thickened in the air. She might have only been a hunter with only enough of a grip to enchant her arrows with those energies, but even she could feel the effect of the leylines bleeding into the rocks and air around her. She wondered what it was like for Khadgar. He could clearly sense them, and they were allowing him to keep Senegos alive without draining him, but else was it doing to him? She had noticed there had been a slight spring to his step as they’d gotten closer to the Repose...

Spike’s sudden snarl broke her from her thoughts as crystal worms suddenly burst from the ground around her, their floating crystals glowing brightly, and emitting menacing, unearthly noises.

“Ugh.” Draggka grimaced, nocking an arrow. “I had enough of these assholes in Deepholm.”

The raptor charged the crystalline creatures, crushing the animate crystals between his jaws whilst his companion smashed the others with her dagger and well-placed arrows, though their rotating ‘teeth’ tore into her armour, causing considerable gashes in the mail.

There was an upside to this attack, however. The crystals the worms were made of were rich in ley energy, and Draggka gathered as much of the large pieces as she could before hurrying back to the pool. As soon as she reached the bank, the troll dumped the whole load into the water, the minerals fizzing brightly as they struck the liquid, dissolving instantly. To her relief, Senegos let out a loud moan of relief, and the dragon shifted his position to a more comfortable one.

“Thank you, both of you.” Stellagosa said as Draggka rejoined her and Khadgar. “Your efforts dull his pain.” She sighed. “Call me a fool. I’d always just thought grandfather would be with us forever...”

“Ya not be a fool.” Draggka murmured softly. “We all tink dat of our family. We tink dey be invincible. It be...we not be so innocent aftawards.” Her ears drooped. “But I can’t imagine what it be like fer you. To be livin’ so long, den to see dis...” A pause. “I be sorry.”

“It’s alright. But thank you.” Stellagosa replied. Draggka felt eyes on her then, and when she glanced over, she noticed Khadgar was watching her thoughtfully. They’d not spoken too deeply of their pasts to one another; neither had pried into the snippets of information the other was given. As much as they could glean from the other was that they’d both had parents, yet now those parents were no more. The troll wondered if and when they’d get the time to discuss such things, if they even wanted to.

Senegos lifted his large head up towards them then, blowing a breath out of his nose that did not sound like a wheeze, more an actual breath.

“You seek...one of the Pillars of Creation.” He spoke, strength returning to his voice.

“Yes.” Khadgar replied with a nod, causing his stream of magic to ‘bounce’ slightly. “We know one is here on Azsuna. Do you know where it is?”

“You speak of the...Tidestone of Golganneth...” His next breath shuddered with pain, and he had to rest his head back down into the pool.

“Rest now, grandfather.” Stellagosa said, rubbing a hand over his massive muzzle. “You must save your energy.”

“Don’t be so eager to mourn, starlight.” Senegos replied, eyes opening to regard her. “Give me this one last adventure.”

As this was happening, Draggka suddenly became aware of Spike headbutting her side insistently. When she looked to him, she saw that a small blue whelpling was perched on his head, bright, golden eyes staring back at the hunter.

The whelpling made a wheezy chirp, jerking its head to the north east before it fluttered off in the same direction. After a brief glance at her companion, Draggka set off after the whelpling, following it towards a large, burly dragonspawn, whose arms were full with small bodies. He barked out something in the guttural, hissing tongue of Draconic, before he caught sight of the troll.

“Hail, hunter.” He spoke in Common, though his accent was thick. “I am Agapanthus. I don’t know why you are here, but we could use your aid.” He lowered his arms to show that the bodies were four whelplings, weak and barely moving, their eyes closed or slightly open. The whelpling from before, hovering nearby, uttered a shrill cry which only echoed the pain that flashed through Draggka’s heart.

“An onslaught of withered elves have assaulted the whelplands, and though my troops are defending them as best as we can, these four were not so lucky. They are near death, and need to be treated with ley crystal immediately. Their lives are of the utmost importance, as they may be some of the last whelplings Senegos can rear.”

The last? Draggka thought, but didn’t say. This was not the time to ask questions.

“I be Draggka. ‘Course I will help ya.” She nodded. The little whelpling chirped again, jerking its head in the ‘follow me’ gesture. It led the hunter and her raptor to a cave behind Agapanthus, filled with humming crystals and mana wyrms hovering lazily nearby. The troll frowned.

“Dese be different to da ones I be giving to Senegos.” She murmured, watching the whelpling. “What do ya want me to do?”

The whelp fluttered to a crystal, taking it in its paws and giving it a tug, flapping away when one of the wyrms turned and hissed at it. Spike snarled at the wyrm, which flared its head frills menacingly at the raptor, neatly distracting it as the hunter pulled the crystal from the ground. The wyrm didn’t take too kindly to that, however, and launched itself at Draggka, only to get caught in Spike’s jaws and unceremoniously crushed and devoured. The whelpling proceeded to pick out other crystals, which Draggka would then extract, and Spike would munch away at any mana wyrm that attempted to attack them.

Four ley crystals now in tow, she hurried back to Agapanthus, wondering how she’d manage to get the energies into the tiny dragons. She thought back to when she was in Karazhan and Khadgar’s instructions; perhaps that was how to do it. The troll tried it for the first whelpling the dragonspawn offered her; concentrating power into her hand and out to the crystal, then pulling it out and to the whelpling. It seemed to work, as tendrils of whitish blue magic arched out from the crystal into the small creature, and luckily they took over from there, greedily draining the crystal dry. Colour brightened the little one’s sky blue scales and yellow eyes, and it took flight with a thankful chirrup-bark.

The next two whelplings recovered in much the same way, but the fourth did not. There was brightening of colour of its scales, but the whelp merely coughed, wheezing a plaintive mew that pricked tears at Draggka’s eyes. Agapanthus sighed.

“Ahh...I feared we might lose that one,” he said softly. “He was so weak when I found him.” He held the whelp out to Draggka. “Take him to Senegos. I must return to my keepers, before we are overrun.”

The whelpling barely weighed anything as Draggka took him into her arms, and there was no resistance to her handling. Spike’s soft whine described exactly how she felt, and she gathered the little creature close to her chest, hoping maybe her body heat could give it a few more minutes.

“Hold on, little one. Let’s be getting you to ya father,” she murmured, not knowing if the whelp could understand her, but praying it could at least sense the meaning in her words. The hunter moved as quickly as she dared, trying not to jostle the whelp in case she hurt it further.

Senegos seemed to sense that something was wrong, and he lifted his head with more speed than Draggka expected in his current state, causing Khadgar and Stellagosa to jump and follow his gaze.

“Another Nightfallen attack?” Senegos said, his blue eyes settling on the bundle in Draggka’s arms, and his thick eyebrows furrowing. “Bring my child to me, young one.”

As Draggka came closer, Khadgar’s expression contorted with pain, closing his eyes as if warding off tears, and Stellagosa covered her mouth with her hands, uttering a soft :

“Oh no. Not again.”

The hunter tenderly lifted the frail whelpling up to Senegos, the dragon nuzzling the small creature with great care, despite his size. The whelp opened its eyes to meet its father’s, and it rattled out a soft, plaintive wheeze. In that moment, Draggka felt the life fade from the whelpling’s body. She bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood to hold back the tears that stung at her eyes, watching a blurry Senegos close his eyes and utter a deep, mournful rumble that seemed to quieten the entire Repose. Both Khadgar and Stellagosa glanced down in respect, though the mage pinched his eyes with his spare hand, trying to suppress his own tears.

“Cedonu.” Senegos spoke, his eyes opening once more; they were older, full of sorrow.

A dragonspawn walked over to them, looking up at their patron from under their helmet.

“Yes, Senegos?”

“Please lay my child to rest with the others.”

Draggka’s heart panged painfully, her ears drooping as she wiped her tears away. How many has he lost?

“Of course.” Cedonu bowed his head, taking the whelpling from the troll’s hands and walking off with the body cradled in their arms. She wondered idly where the dragonspawn was going. She knew the dragons flew to the Dragonblight to die, but what of the whelplings, who couldn’t survive such a journey? Was there a way to take them there? She shook her head to dismiss the thought.

“Of course those withered devils would attack now.” Senegos hissed, shifting in his pool angrily, but still too weak to show much more of his displeasure. “They couldn’t have chosen a more effective time to strike. My brood already suffers.” He sighed a long sigh, calming himself. “Stellagosa.” He tilted his head towards the elf. “Do me one last favour. Your younger brothers and sisters need your help. Go to Agapanthus. Help him.”

Stellagosa nodded, wiping away her own tears.

“Of course.” She hesitated a moment, before she threw her arms around Senegos’ huge muzzle, resting her head against it. “Farewell, grandfather.” She pulled away and quickly ran off, not looking back even as she shifted back into her drake form.

“See you soon, starlight.” Senegos murmured after her.

A brief silence settled, in which Draggka and Khadgar exchanged looks, unsure what to say next, if anything. Draggka decided to venture first.

“I...Senegos, I be sorry dat I couldn’t-” She began.

“It was not your fault.” The dragon interrupted her. “My child was beyond help if a ley crystal could not have roused him.” He shifted his head in Khadgar’s direction, as if sensing the mage opening his mouth to interject. “You are already doing enough to keep me alive. Do not take that burden on yourself either.”

Another long sigh, and Senegos addressed them both.

“There is no denying it. We need help. Since the fall of Deathwing, we dragons have lost nearly all of our power. To make matters worse, we can no longer bear eggs. My whelplings are the last of the last.”

Draggka’s ears dropped as far as they could go, and she met Khadgar’s equally alarmed look. Agapanthus had spoke the truth then; she just couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it. That the dragons, once keepers of the many forces of Azeroth, creatures that she both feared and admired, and had won the trust of in Northrend...that they were essentially dying. One day they would be gone, only memories and bones remaining. The thought made her feel empty, and somewhat sick.

Khadgar himself looked paler than before, and completely flabbergasted.

“I...We didn’t know. Kalec, he...I know the blue dragonflight had disbanded, but he never said anything about this...” The mage spoke, sounding as empty as the hunter felt. Spike nuzzled into her hand for comfort, grounding her in the now.

“He would not have known at first.” Senegos explained. “At first, the odd egg wouldn’t hatch. Unfortunate, but not unusual. Then our clutches became smaller. And now there are no eggs at all. As you can imagine, we still have enemies, and so we are not likely to advertise it to others. Not even our friends.”

“Then why tell us?” Khadgar asked.

“Stellagosa told me that you saved her from the Burning Legion when she went to investigate their new...nest on the islands. And you are giving your power to keep me alive, and help my children. I would say you have earned our trust.” Another sigh. “Please, help defend my whelplands, and I will tell you everything I know of the Tidestone.”

“Indeed.” Khadgar nodded. “Whilst I am a little indisposed, Draggka can go in my stead, yes?" He smiled at her, eyes sparkling with magic and fondness. “I doubt she’d need my help anyway.”

Spike made a soft huffing snort, looking up at Draggka earnestly, and reminding her of their plan earlier.

“Are ya sure, Khadgar? Remember dat Cordana might still be huntin’ us...”

“I know.” The mage nodded. “But it’s a risk we must take. Besides, you have Spike. You will be just fine.” He smiled down at the raptor, who would have preened, had he real feathers that weren’t decorations he’d collected.

“Okay.” Draggka nodded. “Jus’, keep an eye out fer her.” She felt the need to reach out to Khadgar, but she stopped herself, not knowing whether to reveal their relationship to Senegos.

A smile pulled at the lips of the great dragon for the first time that day.

“You are kind small things,” he said. “Thank you. Whilst you are in the Repose, my brood will protect you from any and all that would harm you. This, I promise.” He turned his head. “Follow Stellagosa, up the road to the east. It will lead you to the whelplings. Please, help my flight as best as you can.”

“I will, I promise you dat.” Draggka holding her fist to her chest to swear it. “An’ tank you fer protecting Khadgar. I see ya later, Archmage.”

“Of course.” The wizard nodded, smiling. “Good hunting, and come back to us soon.”

Draggka bowed her head to them.

“Lok’tar.”

And with that, she turned and jogged out of the Repose.

Khadgar watched as Draggka left, trying not to let the inner doubts about his decision show up on his face. Any other time, he would have been certain that being under the protection of dragons would guarantee his safety.

But now, knowing that they were now unable to bear young and that Cordana was hunting him, empowered by the Legion, doubts started to creep in.

He remembered the times the Garona from the alternate Draenor had attempted to assassinate him with startling clarity. The first time he'd had warning, but the second time...the second time he’d only survived because Draggka had managed to chase the half-orc down in time and get him the antidote.

Cordana knew this, of course. Though they had not been close, she’d seen how Khadgar had protected himself from the first attempt by sealing himself in a thick block of ice. She’d seen that he could be caught off guard and almost killed. She’d seen how Draggka had fought, and that Spike’s vigilance could be circumvented.

That and she was a Warden too. She was truly a prize for the Legion, a horribly deadly threat to its enemies, and Khadgar was sure Maiev knew that when they had quarrelled. She blamed him for both exposing her bladesister to darkness, and also for handing the Legion a potent weapon. She needn’t have pressed the point; he still nursed the guilt now, despite his lover’s gentle assurances.

And now he worried that he’d painted a great big target on Draggka’s back. She was the Huntmaster of the Unseen Path and a champion of considerable rank, so she was already on the Legion’s naughty list, but if she was associated with him?

Khadgar chewed his lip. Cordana had been very private, and it was difficult to gauge her emotions through her helmet, so he’d never been able to tell if she’d had an inkling of his and Draggka’s budding relationship. The mage didn’t think so, as they’d never behaved as anything more than friends in front of her (the memory of her walking in just as he was going to confess his feelings for the troll still ruffled him even now), but...

“You are troubled.” Senegos’s deep, tired voice snapped the wizard from his thoughts.

“Oh, it’s nothing much.” Khadgar said, concentrating back on the magic he was funnelling into the dragon. “A lot of things on my mind, as you can understand.”

Senegos turned his head very slightly, one large blue eye meeting Khadgar’s. Though he was old and fatigued, the darkness in the dragon’s pupil seemed to threaten to swallow the archmage whole, and for the first time in quite a long time, Khadgar felt very young, and very inexperienced.

“I don’t know much about the affairs of small, mortal creatures such as yourselves, but I know a few things.” An exhale from Senegos’s nose tousled Khadgar’s hair. “You are close to the huntress. You worry about her.”

The young-old mage glanced down at his feet. There was no use denying it when it was so blatantly laid out in front of him.

“I...Yes.” He nodded. “We, we’re lovers. I care for her very deeply. And I promised her, earlier, that we would stay together, and face our challenges as a pair.” He sighed. “And yet, here I am. Sending her off again on her own. I don’t doubt her capabilities, but we are being hunted. By something - someone - who is sworn to the Legion, and incredibly dangerous. I fear I have left her alone to walk into the lion’s den.”

“And I have sent my granddaughter into such a place as well.” Senegos replied, shifting again. As his gaze briefly moved away, Khadgar felt he could breathe again. “It is a decision we wish we would never have to make. But it is what needs to be done.” He looked back to the mage. “I sensed you were close. More than mere companions on your travels, but I did not guess you were more than that.”

“It’s not something we wish to advertise.” Khadgar said quietly. “Trolls and humans share a bitter hatred, and the Alliance and Horde have only deepened it. At best, our bond would not be understood. At worst, I fear she would be cast out, or even hunted down for her attachment to me. So we keep our love a secret. Until a better time.”

The dragon made a deep humming noise (though it was more a rumble), and brief silence settled between the two.

“Your secrets are safe with us.” Senegos spoke. “And so are you. I may not be as strong as I once was, but whilst you are in my Repose, we will allow no harm to come to you.” The dragon’s eye seemed to unfocus, as if his gaze had shifted somewhere Khadgar could not follow. “And your companion too, if we are there to aid her. I am sorry we cannot offer more.”

A wry smile pulled at Khadgar’s lips.

“No, I understand. Thank you for trying, though. At least she has her raptor to protect her. She’s...more at an advantage than I am, at least.”

“She...” A pause. “You have brought me hope.” Senegos said quietly.

“Hope...?”

“Whatever happens to me...I feel that my whelps now have a chance to see another sunrise, because of the both of you.” A blink, and Senegos refocused on the archmage. “I feel certain she will help us.”

The smile across Khadgar’s face broadened, and he felt a spark of pride warm his chest.

“Yes, she will,” he said. “Draggka’s word is her bond, and if she has given her word to help you, you can be certain she will do everything in her power to do so. It is something I have experienced personally numerous times. And she is very, very good at coming out of difficult tasks alive.”

The dragon shifted his head more towards the wizard, interest gleaming in his eyes.

“We will be here a little while, and you sound like you have stories to tell about your companion.”

Khadgar noticed a whelpling flutter down beside him, as if wanting to listen in, bright golden eyes gleaming up at him. If its patriarch was not clinging to life and its other siblings weren’t relaying mana crystals to keep him there, Khadgar would have found the scene amusing.

“Well, I don’t really know too much about Draggka, but I met her in person first several months ago in the Blasted Lands...”

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Original group members

Ari

One of the original Tirisgarde council

One of the most powerful archmagi in the world

Loves to give and receive gifts (esp in 3s)

Doesn’t like to leave the hall of the guardian so the other hold their meetings there so she doesn’t feel excluded

Has a tiny icy familiar (Cyrme knit a sweater for him and Ari Loves It)

The sweater says ‘Frosty Boy’

High elf

Official mage member of the new council

Recommended Modera and Meryl to the council

Became a part of the group when Chromie and Tarcegosa were in the hall discussing the tidestone found in Aszuna and directed them to some reading material - they were really happy about her help and invited her to join them, after being told that she doesn’t ever leave they promised to take pictures of everything and tell her all about what they found

Tarecgosa (Tara)

Watcher of Coldarra

In a relationship with Chromie

A member of the blue dragonflight (Northrend)

Takes on the form of a Nightborne elf 

She has a high elf form in game but I wanted to give the group some variety

Talks very loudly

Is intrigued by magical artifacts and travels to the broken isles when she learns about the pillars of creation

Wants to go to Azsuna with Chromie to search for others

Meets the Azsunan branch of the blue dragonflight while there

Introduced to them by Stellagosa who was sent to investigate what ‘that night elf, gnome and blood elf are doing over there’

Official Dragon member of the new council

Chronormu (Chromie)

Ambassador of the bronze dragonflight

In a relationship with Tarecgosa

Takes on the form of a gnome

Helps fix timelines and searches through them for leads to magical artifacts for her lover

Not very easily angered but is a force to be reckoned with when she is

The mortal races can recognize her quite easily (especially if they have met one of her incarnations previously) but since she is in and out of different times its not always certain she’ll recognize them

Prefers her gnome form to her dragon form

Her dragon form has ram horns that resemble her characteristic buns

Very charismatic and helpful to everyone

Quips that she foresaw everyone meeting each other one day and hopes it will end well (a reference of how the bronze dragons can no longer clearly see the future/timelines anymore)

Advisor to the new council

Stellagosa (Stella)

Granddaughter of Senegos (leaer of the Azsunan branch and oldest non aspect dragon alive)

Member of the blue dragonflight (the Azsunan branch)

Takes on the form of a high elf (blue hair and blue eyes with a blue robe)

Has a crush on Kor’vas and Valtrois and everyone teases her about them mercilessly because shes terrible with flirting

Very playful personality

Likes to play tag

Worries a lot about her grandfather

Has said she is grateful for her new friends helping her to take her mind off of it for short whiles

Knows the leylines and has some knowledge of magical items around Azsuna so shes the group’s go to person for information

Official dragon member of the new council

Cymre Brightblade

Daughter of Belloc Brightblade but doesn’t think highly of him

Okay but who does think highly of him

Seriously who banged belloc and had a child with him

I want to know the answers to these questions @blizzard

Has a bunch of pets she trains

Knits sweaters for everyone (there aren’t a lot of things to do sometimes while traveling so she picked it up)

Is in Azsuna doing ACTUAL archaeology and stumbles across Chromie and Tara. Of course shes suspicious about what they’re doing and initially confronts them because they look like Alliance

In the course of them trying to explain to her who they are and what they’re doing there, thats when Stella shows up and thus the fateful meeting begins

They all meet Ari when Tara takes them to the hall

Advisor to the new council

Biased toward the blood elves and horde but honestly, at least one magical council trying to band together to save Azeroth needs that

(Coughs)

Non group members that are a part of the council

Meryl Felstorm

Undead and former member of the council of Tirisfal

An incredibly powerful magic user

Has kept himself “alive” for three thousand years by the strength of his own magic

If your magic was equivalent to muscles he could knock a motherfucker out cold

Had a dreadlord trapped inside him (Kathra’Nathir) until it escaped and then a mage champion helps him to defeat it

Reforms the Tirisgarde to help combat the legion

Recommended to the new council by Ari

The new council is not part of any organization and forms when the original 5 realize that Azeroth needs magical users that aren’t too busy picking at each other to actually help band people together and fight the legion

Also a council that isn’t a complete sausage fest filled with people with a bias towards one side (no matter what they try to say everyone knows its true)

Am I bitter? Yes

Official member of the new council

Modera

Long standing member of The Six

Archmage

Believes in the neutrality of Dalaran and the Kirin Tor and helps Aethas back in

Shes a good friend

(Rommath rolling his eyes in the background)

Member of the newly formed Tirisgarde

Honestly a total badass

Once said she could wipe an entire village of Sargerei if she wanted to

Also helped shield Dalaran with Aethas once

Was asked to join their council and agrees to be an honorary member since her true ties lie with The Six

Recommended by Ari

Aethas Sunreaver

Former member of The Six and leader of the Sunreavers

Archmage

Baby face

Arrogant and needs a good socking lets be honest here

Another believer in the neutrality of the Kirin Tor

(Rommath cannot stop rolling his eyes)

Gives the mage champion information on how to obtain Felo’Melorn as a way back into Dalaran

(Rommath about to combust in the background)

Could also do with a good group of magical user friends that help keep his ego in check and teach him how to be a better leader

Yes, thats where these people come in

Once Modera says she cannot completely join them, she recommends Aethas

He agrees to join but really just wants to be back on The Six

No you don’t, Aethas, they don’t care about you

The council

Made up of: 4 official members, 2 temporary/honorary members and 2 advisors

Wants to form magic users from all races (mortals and dragons alike) to help fight against the Legion

Rotate leaders every couple of years so nobody has any power going to their heads or abuses it

This rule is broken if there is an ongoing crisis

In Legion, their leader is Stellagosa

Started out as a group of geeks who love ancient junk and now they’re helping save the world

This is a completely self indulgent AU of what started as some of my underappreciated WoW faves (the first five) and turned into this

Lots of information taken from wowpedia and lots i just made up