The mind of the mage had never been this clouded. "A broken world is coming upon us... A corrupt government... Corruption all around..." he says, as he lays down his staff and sits down on the old dusty chair. The old mage opens his spellbook and repeats the text that is layed out on the withered pages. "Nashakar Falu Sendoch!" That spell had not been used in years. It was forbidden among the mages of Dalaran, having summoned a very dangerous enemy... Onyxia. Nothing could stop the force... "Nefor Calladoo!" he repeated out of the old book. An image of four travelers emerged in front of him as the form of the beast appeared. "What do you want, Maethorkan? I have no time for your petty games," Her voice boomed. "I have these... pests that I need you to take care of... They have posed a threat to even you. The travelers emerged from out of nowhere and seem to be climbing in power at enormous rates..." Maethorkan replied. "Well maybe you should have gotten Archimonde to do that, don't you think?" replied the monster with a smirk on her face. "The old fool is dead. Killed by some hero, unknown to this day. He disappeared the day Archimonde did," the old mage said, with an evil countenence. "Now, maybe you should go and destroy those meddeling fools before they actually get more powerful than YOU and kill you!" She laughs, "Maethorkan, you know that no traveler has ever been able to even best me to the air! I am quite hungry though... Maybe a few snacks could do me some good... Alright, Maethorkan, I will do this task. But you better leave their remains for me! I love them crispy, you know that." "Yes, I know this, and you will get your treats soon enough. Just let me lure them into your chamber, Onyxia" says the old man, leaving the dragon, without another word...
A shiver went down Jynt's spine. "Someting evil be risin' mon. Me don't like it. Not one bit. Phoenixx, you be feelin' it, too?" Jynt had realized Phoenixx had gone into a kind of daze. "Something is going awry, I can tell you that much... I just dont know exactly what yet." "Ah, nothing is going wrong. It's the work of the master plan!" Says Ertras with entheusiasm. Garoxxar laughs, "What is this 'master plan' you speak of, Ertras?" The corpse looks at him with a half smile, "I was just kidding, Garo. What I meant by master plan was our big plan to get us rich and famous!" Garoxxar snorts, "Rich? Famous? HA! Have fun with that, you walking pile of bones, because not just anyone can go as far as to killing the Lich King. No one has succeded yet, and his force is rising to the north. We need to do something if it is to come to an e-" "Garoxxar, just stop, you are going into one of your rants again," Says Phoenixx, with a laugh. "Maybe if you would spend more time training and less time fantasizing, you could get up there and slay that son of a-... nevermind..." As he sees Garoxxar is turning a shade of pink, something he had never seen him do before. Could orcs even turn pink...? It doesn't matter. A scarred and beaten up undead came running up to the group from out of nowhere and started yelling, "Silverpine! Attacked! Arugal! He... turned the people... Into worgen... Kill Arugal..." And without another word, he collapsed, dead on the ground...