"Holy crap."
The sun had begun to peek over the windowsill, catching a woman's face. The light ricocheted off of her bright yellow-green eyes as she stared out of the window, boredly. The red-tinted goggles that rested on her forehead pushed her long black hair back behind her ears. Her thin jawline tightened as she stood, her hands behind her back, over the long pheonix-red cloak that draped to her ankles.
"What is it, Hanover?" The woman continued to stare out of the window, despite the inturruption of her thoughts. It was suddenly that she found herself noticing the streets of Stormwind... they were crowded with people. People celebrating, no doubt. It was only yesterday when the elementals were finally driven off. Silly Twilight's Hammer, she found herself thinking, a small smirk playing on her thin lips.
"You should come out of your cave, Blair." The woman turned slightly and gave Hanover a gaze with one raised eyebrow. Hanover was built, despite his priestly appearance. He wore a cleric's robe of white, and light blue lining. He had a square jaw, and handsome features. Although his facial attributes were rather stern, he held an air about him that seemed... not very serious. He was bald, with a dark complexion. Blair noticed the shininess of his head.
"You have a spec on your head, Hanover," Blair replied, her sly smirk widening as she watched the ascetic expression turn to a sort of shocked and worried look. The large priest quickly whipped a white silken hankerchief from his sleeve and proceeded to whipe his bald head with it.
"Is it gone; did I get it?" he asked nervously. Blair chuckled, her eyes flashing as the sunlight flickered over her face. He gave her a grim glare. "There wasn't one... was there..." Blair laughed out loud and flashed him an apologetic grin.
"You are so gullible." she said snickering.
"And you're so mean, Blair-why do you pick on us?" Hanover growled, crossing his bulky arms over his chest. Blair raised an eyebrow again. Must be some pretty intense muscles in that brow of hers, the priest thought off-topicly.
"Because it's fun. And easy." Blair replied simply, smiling brightly, turning her whole body to face her friend. "Landazar is so... vulnerable. And you're so gullible. It's perfect." Hanover rolled his eyes and leered at her.
"You don't pick on Aventgar." Hanover pointed out.
"As far as you know." Blair snickered, winking one of her bright yellow eyes at him. Hanover blinked in surprise. Really?
"What...?" Hanover retorted, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. "You pick on Aventgar? But he's a strong warrior!"
"He's got a soft spot," Blair said nodding.
"And... how do you know this?" Hanover said, eyeing the warlock suspiciously.
"Because I know things." Blair said laughing.
"Oh, I must have forgot." Hanover grumbled. Blair smiled contentedly and strode over to Hanover, throwing one of her arms around his shoulders. Hanover gave her a "uhhh what are you doing" look.
"Listen," Blair said, throwing one arm in front of them dramatically. "Together, we can work together to make a great force that can challenge even the Dragon Aspects someday. But to make that happen, we need to be close. I'm only cutting up, you know that." Hanover glared doubtfully at his co-worker.
It was no secret, Blair was a powerful warlock, and she had much faith in Hanover as a priest. She would count on him when dealing with the Horde, as that was his specialty. Together, they would sometimes travel to the beautiful elven forests of Ashenvale and fight alongside the Silverwing Sentinals in order to stop the Warsong orcs from cutting down their sacred trees. Hanover admired Blair's style of fighting-he would probably think she was a warrior if she didn't go around blasting everything with fire. To be honest, it was frightening. She would go into a frenzy and fire would just come out of her pores it seemed. Hanover had to call upon the Holy Light to shield himself to escape her fanatics.
"Don't hurt me." Hanover said, his eyes widening as this bit of memory came flooding into his brain. Blair snorted and gave him an incredulous look.
"Nobody can hurt you, Hanover," Blair said, chuckling. "Not that I would want to, anyways. You're my pal." She grinned proudly and sqeezed his shoulders painfully and Hanover winced.
"Oh, Hanover, have you finished talking to Bl-" another man came striding up the stairs to the bedrooms. He was kind of skinny and had a frail look to him. He wore a type of violet arcanist robe. His face was slim and he had mousy black hair with a black goatee. He blinked his icy blue eyes at the two friends as he gazed from Blair to Hanover. "Ohhh... was I... errr... inturrupting something?" he said in a pained look, as if hoping he really really wasn't.
"LANDAZAR!" Blair said loudly, her face was a large silly grin and she let go of Hanover, causing him to gasp in relief. Landazar grimaced as Blair patted the mage on the back. "Howyadoin'?" The mage and the priest both looked at Blair thoughtfully, as if wondering if she were ever going to take them seriously.
"Blair... why don't you come celebrate?" Landazar asked meekly, giving her an innocent look. Blair tapped her chin thoughtfully.
"But... it's about that time." she said, smiling at them knowingly. They gazed at her stumped. What was she talking about?
"Time for what?" Hanover asked, tilting his bald head, looking at her concerned. Blair sighed and turned again to glance at the celebration going on out on Stormwind's cobblestone streets.
"I need you two to gather the Vanguard. Take them out of the city. Anywhere but here. Duskwood seems like a good place." Blair turned back to her co-workers, gazing at them seriously. Landazar and Hanover looked concerned.
"Wha... why?" Landazar asked confused. He looked over at Hanover who just nodded and turned, racing down the stairs. "Why all of a sudden...?"
"Strange things are at work. I can feel it. It's not safe to stay in the city at the moment. I need you and Hanover to take the Vanguard somewhere safe and train up." Blair said giving the bewildered mage a small smile. "The Twilight's Hammer cultists and their elemental invasion was merely a setback!" Landazar gave her a puzzled look and she shook her head and waved a hand dismissively. "Nevermind. You would have had to been there when we took down Kael'Thas..." she said smirking.
Oh... that's right, Landazar thought. Blair was present during the Burning Crusade's invasion and many other events. He admired her for her experience. But she shrugged it off everytime he tried to compliment her and merely said, "I was there... doesn't mean I did anything." There was much about Blair even he did not know, despite that she trusted him and told her much about her own origins. He wasn't sure if she was joking about it or not. Being an arcane construct humanized by the fel-energies of the Nether? It seemed outlandish... maybe he had expected something a little more normal. But then again, she despised demons more than anything, although she was a warlock. And her morals were something a little unheard of for her kind.
"Where will we go if it's not safe?" he asked slowly.
"Sail to Kalimdor, lay low in Teldrassil." Blair replied almost instantly.
"What about you?" Landazar asked, looking at her worried.
"I'll need some time to investigate some things..." Blair said, beginning to stride past him and down the stairs. Hanover looked over his shoulder and nodded to Blair. Quite a few people looked to Blair. The room was very festive, two warriors gazed at Blair from behind metal faceplates, a half-elf woman in a white robe, two golden wings adorning her white silken shoulderpads brushed a few strands of her copper colored hair behind one of her pointed ears, and a druid Night Elf woman, her head adorned with a pair of antlers, smiled expectantly, her silvery eyes blinking in surprise.
"Amoroq... Aventgar... Lunetha… Valarien." Blair said, acknowledging her team. Blair stopped to pull a loose green leaf from Valarien's shoulders and then gazed from one warrior to the other. Both looked similar, one's long black hair pulled back and one's long auburn hair nearly hiding the scar that ran from his eyebrow down to his cheek. The half-elven priest stood close to the warrior with the black hair and a dark complexion. "You two protect the women, 'mkay?" Blair said nodding once. She continued her trek out the door into the crowded streets, almost a dozen people following.
"Hanover... take good care of them," Blair said. She looked up at the stone statues longingly. Those Heroes. Us. Someday, they will become the same. "I'll be sticking around... but not for long." The bald priestly man gazed sadly at Blair. She smiled apologetically. "Don't be sad, Hanover. I'll find you guys soon." Suddenly, she was pulled into a very tight embrace. She bit her bottom lip and slowly patted him on his stiff shoulderpad.
BOOM. Blair heard it. It came from beneath the earth beneath her feet. Hanover didn't seem to notice. There's not much time.
"Take care of yourself," Blair murmured into the dark-skinned priest's ear and they pulled away. It was quite a sentimental moment... especially for myself, Blair thought, smirking slyly at Hanover who grinned and began to lead the Heroic Vanguard out of Stormwind's great gates. Blair sighed, one foot on the gear-switch for her X-53 rocket, staring proudly at the strong group of men and women that were destined to help in the battles for Azeroth.
Hanover turned to glance back at Blair as they were almost out of sight down the hill outside of Stormwind. Blair lifted her hand in a sort of lazy salute. Hanover grinned... and then deadpanned.
Blair's smirk quickly faded and her fists clenched as the energies inside of her body began to race through her veins with adrenaline. She watched as the priest shouted something, almost in a panic to the rest of the Vanguard who turned, cried out in alarm, and began to run deeper into Elwynn Forest. Hanover paused as if he were contemplating going back for Blair. Blair shook her head quickly and he nodded hesitantly and disappeared with the rest of the group. Blair sighed, tapping one toe on the stone bridge...
WHOOMPH! Blair slowly pivoted on the rocket to gaze up at what seemed to be a great fiery black laviathon diving into the gateway of Stormwind. No… no way, Blair thought panicked. The dragon was larger than any dragon she had faced before, with black scales seared with magma that looked as if it was blood that ran through his every vein. Blair's hair singed slightly from the blast of heat that followed his descent. Oh hell... Blair thought, grimacing in not what seemed to be pain, but frustration.
The great menecing dragon spread his tattered, smoldering wings as he straightened his back and looked down upon the Valley of Heroes, his chest looked almost as if it were splitting open, the fire inside would come exploding out like rage built up to be unleashed upon the world. His claws gripped the ramparts, melting the stone under his weight.
"Dammit, Neltharion..." she growled softly as she looked deep into the raging, fiery red eyes of the fallen dragon aspect. "What are you doing here." The Adamantite-plated Deathwing threw back his great head and roared, the sound was earsplitting. Suddenly, there was a large crunching noise. Blair looked up suddenly, her bright eyes flashing as one of the statues began to topple towards the bridge. Blair's eyes widened and she stomped on the gear-switch. Her rocket's thrusters let out a very loud BANG as she shot up to the skies, just as the statue crashed to the stones on the spot that Blair was, and Deathwing's talon-like claws rose and fell , pulling his pitiful, yet powerful body towards the gates.