A Rider in Azeroth
Chapter Two: Questions and Answers
Dalaran
Eragon couldn't remember the last time a headache had been this bad. Not even the exhaustion and constant magic use could have had this effect. As the pain went from crippling to a dull throb he finally started to take in his surroundings. He was on a landing of some sort if the constant arrivals and departures were anything to go by. It was then that he did a double take at what exactly they were riding on. Strange creatures, something between an eagle and a lion on one side and a lion and bat on the other side instantly caught his attention. AS he looked around some more he was even more surprised by all the different races that were here.
There were humans and dwarves, something he was familiar with. From there the races were even stranger than the urgals he had faced in battle. Different skins, body structures and other quirks distinguished the various races before him. Before he could think more on this however his attention was brought back to the group and Saphira.
"Little one are you alright?"
"Yes. It just…"
"Different?" asked the dragon warm heartily.
"I don't think that word begins to cover it."
"Indeed. For now though I think you should turn your attention to the Archmage and Kalecgos."
Turning his attention back to the others he noticed that Orik and Arya had undergone the same effect going through the portal had on him. As Orik was helped up by Khadgar and Arya by Kalecgos each of his friends took stock of were exactly they were. He noticed that Orik's gaze fell upon some of the dwarves he had noticed before. While Arya's gaze fell upon the various elves that were coming and going. Before any of them could field the many questions they undoubtedly had Khadgar raised his hand to stop them.
"Before we go on the tangent of Questions and answers I formerly welcome you all to the City of Dalaran, Home of the Kirin tor. Now how about we go somewhere comfortable while we answer your questions. And maybe a history lesson or two."
At this we waved them towards the main part of the city. He instructed Saphira to go to one of the towers and land on the platform there. Despite wanting her close by Eragon could see that it was impossible with the crowded streets as they made their way to the palace like structure. As they were walking Eragon could feel Arya's mind touch his, asking to talk privately.
"What do you need Arya?"
"Stay on guard Eragon. This is much more different than even I am used to."
"I will be on guard" He replied in the ancient language.
As her presence left his mind Eragon continued looking around at the Denizens and the city itself. It was like no city Eragon had ever seen before. What made it even more exhilarating was the sheer magical power that radiated off it. Sidestepping a towering cow like creature he caught up with the rest of his party as Khadgar and Kalec stopped in form of the palace Eragon had seen from the landing. Waving to the various people that were walking by proceeded into the main area of the palace. Inside were shelves filled with latent magical energy, not to mention the people that were currently in there as well.
"Now which room is the one I had Saphira land on?"
"I believe the old Arch mages quarters my friend."
"Quite right. This way my friends."
As they approached another portal he could hear Orik let out a low groan. Following Khadgar and Kalec Eragon was once again hit with some pain in his head, though not as much as the first portal they had gone through. Before him was a simple table adorned with books upon piles of books. Before he could blink Kalec waved his hand, replacing many of the books into the shelves surrounding the table. It still shocked Eragon that they could use magic so easily without the ancient language. Saphira's head was resting at the head of the table causing her to be right next to Kalec. From their bond Eragon could tell she was confused and elated at the same time. Taking an opportunity to talk to her while they settled in Eragon asked Saphira if she was okay.
"I am Eragon. It is just a little overwhelming at the moment. To know that there are other dragons that want to help us besides Glaedr and Oromis."
"That's not all is there?"
"I am remembering when my blood boiled on our way to Ellesmera."
"Ah."
It was hard to forget what had happened during the Dagshelgr Invocation. For Saphira to be bringing it up again meant that she was considering Kalec as a potential mate, though her rational side was winning at the current moment.
"We will deal with this together Saphira. For now though I think we are in for more revelations until we sleep."
"Agreed little one."
As they settled in Orik was one of the first to ask questions "If I may Archmage Where exactly are we? This city and its people are like nothing I have ever seen before."
The Arch mage merely smiled at the dwarf's question. "For that I will have to go get some things. Kalec would you entertain our quests while I fetch them?"
"Of course Khadgar. Now while that answer is being prepared perhaps I can answer some others."
It was Arya that spoke up "You use magic without the Ancient Language. How is this possible?
"On Azeroth there are many forms of magic. The one's you see me and Khadgar use are the powers of arcane, derived from wielding the energy of the leylines of the land. Most of the blue Dragonflight is gifted with its use, making us the best at teaching it along with the masters of the Kirin Tor, the leading mage class in the city."
Eragon curiosity got the better of him as he asked the next question "You said that arcane is not the only form of magic that can be wielded."
"Indeed I did. From arcane there is the nature magic of the Druids and Shamans who wield the power of nature as their source of magic. You have the holy magic's of the Light, most commonly used by priests and paladins. From there you have Shadow magic though not in the sense your shades are made of. Even others have been known to use magic from time to time, such as enchanters and high level craftsmen.
Even Orik perked up at the quick explanation of magic Kalec had given. It was Saphira that had asked next. "What power do the dragons wield?"
"Each of the dragonflights wields powers accordingly with their charge. The red Dragonflight, led by the Dragonqueen Alexstrasza, are the guardians of life in all shapes and forms. The green dragonflight, led by Ysera the Dreamer or awakened depending on the time, serve the forces of nature and promote the balance between us and the world we live on. The blue dragonflight, of which I and Saphira are a part of, are masters of the arcane and guardians of it. From there we have the Bronze Dragonflight who guard the timelines from interlopers and restoring them to their proper place.
At this Arya shot up and addressed Kalec "I find it hard to believe even dragons can have power over time."
"While they do have some power over it, they cannot change timelines without irreversible damage. But I will let my friend Chromie explain that another time. Lastly we have the black dragonflight. Originally they were the caretakers of the elements, similar to the green and red dragonflights but different at the same time."
Eragon could tell that Saphira was picking up something from the way Kalec was describing them. Before he could mention this to her Khadgar had returned with various scrolls in his hand. Apparently he had heard the last part as he himself chimed in on the conversation.
"Of the flights that exist the black one was most susceptible to corruption. Neltharion, the aspect of earth, was corrupted by being of pure malevolence and evil called the Old Gods. Neltharion became a twisted mockery of himself, and started calling himself Deathwing. He was finally vanquished, but at great cost. For now though I will address Orik's question of where you are exactly."
Taking out one of the scrolls he had procured he flattened it out for all to see. There were several continents on the map, each one with names and information on them. As the 4 poured over the map Khadgar brought out another one, though it looked to be freshly made After laying it down Eragon saw that it was a map of Alagaesia, roughly drawn but mostly accurate.
"From what we have been able to discern Alagaesia is on the other side of the planet we live on. It would explain why we have not been able to contact you until recently, with all that had been going on in the last few years."
Eragon instantly picked up on what Khadgar was saying "Wait what do you mean by planet?"
"From what we have gathered from old ruins it seems that Alagaesia formed naturally from what we on Azeroth call the Sundering. I am sure you all have your own history as to how you came unto the land."
"Aye that we do." Replied Orik "From the earliest histories we have dwarves have always existed in Alagaesia. Though I see that is not the case anymore."
"You are correct on both counts master dwarf. The dwarves are by far one of the oldest races on Azeroth. Though you'll have to ask one of your own for their history. And the elves?" he asked turning to Arya.
"My people came to Alagaesia from across the sea. There are records of it but not many but the oldest elves remember."
Khadgar sat back in his chair as he pondered what he had been told. Eragon had also read the history of the elves, but much of it went over his head due to his limitations with the ancient language. As he looked back to Orik he saw his friend in deep contemplation over what he had just heard. When Khadgar began to speak again he realized that Azeroth may be closer to them than they realized.
"If I was a betting man I would say your ancestors left the mainland, Kalimdor, before the actual sundering took place. I would need to know more of your culture to get a better understanding. But for now let's turn our attention to your history Eragon."
Feeling the eyes of both the arch mage and dragon on him he swallowed before answering. "From what I understand my ancestors also came from across the sea. King Palancar was a conquer who was eventually defeated by the elves."
Khadgar and Kalec shared a knowing look. It was Kalec that answered after a moment. "From what you have told us it sounds like what happened with the human on this side of the world. The Vrykul are the common ancestor between you and the humans of Stormwind. Best I can guess is that they were either exiled or were leading an expedition to another part of the world. We are not that much different form each other after all."
"But why have we not known of you until now? Surely sailors or Riders would have reported your existence before now." Questioned Arya.
As the occupants of the room pondered the question it was eventually Saphira that came up with a response. "If I had to guess it would be distance. Glaedr has told me that no Riders dared to venture further than Vroenguard. Those that did never returned. Even if Dragons could not cross the great expanse of sea I hardly think sailors would knowingly risk the danger."
"That would explain the energy required to power the portal there and back. It could only be done in a place of great power, thus Dalaran." Backed Khadgar. "From what I understand you use a different type of magic form what you have seen us use?"
It was Arya that chose to answer this one "Magic in Alagaesia is powered through the ancient Language, and given power through the energy of the caster."
"I take it there are limitations to this?"
"Yes. You have to be careful whenever you use a spell. A wrong wording, not clear enough intent, and the caster can end up killing themselves before they can end the spell."
Khadgar looked at the elf with an expression of curiosity before he spoke again. "Though we use words to channel our spells and invocations we do not run the risk of killing ourselves….most of the time. Those that do use magic depend on a latent energy source called mana to power their spells."
Kalec continued "Mana is the casters ability to tap into the power source of either the ley lines or other sources of power. The more powerful a person the more mana he can supply into his spells. Some of the more powerful druids, for example, have been able to restore some semblance of life to rather desolate areas around Azeroth."
"So when you said you would teach Saphira how to properly use magic….." muttered Eragon
"She would be tapping into the pool of mana she receives from the leylines of Azeroth. Since she is a dragon of the blue flight she would already have a good measure of power, even without proper instruction."
Eragon thought back to when Saphira had converted Broms's tomb to diamond, and instantly he could tell Saphira was thinking the same thing. Before he could voice this however Orik piped in with another question.
"While we were walking here I noticed that there were more than just dwarves, humans and elves that make up the races around here. Can ya give us a rundown of what exactly they are?"
"Certainty" replied the arch mage "Let's begin with the races that make up the Alliance. You have the Humans of Stormwind, similar to you Eragon that can master many forms of combat and arts. From there we have the Dwarves of Ironforge and the Gnomes of Gnomeregon, masters of the stone and technology respectively. Next are the Kaldorie, or more commonly known as night elves. They are masters of the druidic arts and the Light. Draenei are one of the truer masters of the Light that I gave seen. Then we have the worgen. They were once human, but a curse inflicted on them allowed them to become wolf-men, though they are still the most polite mannered people you can meet."
Kalec once again took over "The Horde is a bit more difficult to describe. You have the Orcs, excellent warriors and true friends once their respect is earned. Tauren are the great big cow-like people that Eragon almost ran into on our way here. Like the Druids they are connected to the druidistic and shamanistic ways more than any of the other races. The Sin'dorie, or blood elves, are another sect of elves from the ancestors of the Highborn elves. There are goblins who, like their Gnomish counterparts, are masters at engineering. Though don't trust anything they build to stay in one piece for long. Then there are the Forsaken."
Before he could continue there was a commotion outside the door. As Khadgar rose to see who it was everyone turned their attention back to the dragon in human form. "The Forsaken are a group of undead that regained control of themselves when they broke their bonds to the Lich King."
The room went deathly silent after that. Eragon remembered the lessons Oromis had given about the dangers of some magic, chief among them was necromancy. "How?" was all Eragon could ask.
As Khadgar made to rejoin them he had several books floating in the air beside him, which he then set down upon the table in from of Eragon. "These are the abridged versions of the history of azeroth. They lead up to current events themselves. I suggest you read them while we are contacting those that are needed to help you Eragon. Which brings us to our next course of action."
Khadgar motioned for Kalec to begin again. "We realize that there is a war going on currently in Alagaesia. A war having to do with the remaining Dragons. The Dragonflights have decided to step in. Bringing you here was merely the first step. As was stated Saphira is going to train to wield her magic properly while Eragon is healed of his injury. While we work to accomplish these we were wondering what it is you wanted to do Eragon Arya and Orik?"
Eragon leaned back in his chair as he thought about what he wanted to do while he was in Azeroth. There were many things that he could do, such as learn new magic possible, or how to fight from these various races. But above all this he knew what he needed to do to ensure the Varden had every advantage they could get.
"The Varden need allies, the more the better. Is there any way those here can help with those we left in Alagaesia?"
Both of the men before them gave wide grins as Orik and Arya looked at Eragon. Arya with a look of surprised respect and Orik with a look of gratefulness. Khadgar responded, with no small amount of confidence either.
"There are many factions here that would be more than willing to aid a cause such as this. The Kirin Tor for starters, possible some adventurers as well. Among other organizations I can think of would be the Argent Crusade, the druids of the Cenarion Circle, and many other factions that work to ensure peace. And of course there is the Alliance and the Horde, though tensions are still high after recent events."
It was Arya that spoke up after Khadgar had finished. "I would be interested to see the Kaldorei that you mentioned Archmage Khadgar. They seem to have a lot in common with my people.
"And I would like to see the city that my Brother Dwarves reside in as well." Orik stated after Arya. Eragon was grateful that he was not the only one that wanted to learn more about the people of this land. And he had a suspicion that both Arya and Orik were thinking along the same lines as Eragon when it came to getting allies. As he was about to ask another question Saphira beat him to the punch.
"When do we leave for my training Kalecgos?"
Kalec regarded her with a thoughtful expression before answering "I have things ready to begin your training immediately, though we will have to move to the home of the blue dragonflight, the Nexus, in order to start."
At this Eragon looked at the two dragons before Saphira voiced the question that was on his and her mind "I will have to leave Eragon while I train?"
"In any other circumstances I would allow Eragon to accompany you in learning the art of the Arcane. But since he will be heading to people that can heal him we thought it wise to break it too you now rather than later. If you want I can teach you while Eragon goes to be healed. But after that we must go to the Nexus for proper instruction."
"It would be a great comfort to accompany him when he is healed."
"Then it is decided." Khadgar proclaimed "If you will excuse me I need to arrange our transport to the Argent Tournament grounds. And no we will not be using portals for this trip." Finished Khadgar as he noticed the grimaces of the three new portal users. After he had left a great growl filled the room, followed by a feeling of embarrassment emitting from Saphira. Before he could laugh at the absurdity of a Dragon blushing Kalec rose and proceeded to move to the balcony.
"While I am all or continuing this chat I believe I am hungry as well. Would you like to join in the Hunt Saphira?"
At the slight nod form Saphira Kalec approached the open space alongside her before jumping off. Before Eragon and the rest could register what had happened Kalec flew up to their level and hovered while Saphira adjusted to take off form the pavilion.
"We will be back before sunrise. I would suggest getting settled in and enjoy the city while you are here. Now let us hunt for some food Saphira."
Through his link he could feel Saphira's pure joy and excitement from being near another dragon, and probably the promise of food. As the two dragon flew off Eragon turned his attention back to the others in the room. Both Arya nad Orik had taken some of the books that Khadgar had brought. Eragon picked up one of the ones in front of him and looked at the title.
Fall of the Lich King
He had heard Kalec mention the Lich King before and curiosity got the better of him. Opening the book Eragon swiftly learned that allies would be more than ready to help him in his fight against Galbatorix.
After the success of the Argent tournament Highlord Tirion Fordring with allies including the Ebon Blade and various leaders of the Northrend Campaign laid siege to the Lich King's fortress in Icecrown Citadel. Leading the Assault into the halls of the Scrouge the Crusade and Blades formed a partnership with the express intent of ending the Lich King. This agreement is called the Ashen Verdict, combining the greatest warriors and craftsman from both orders into a singular purpose. From there various heroes of both the Horde and the Alliance laid siege to many of the Scrouges' greatest champions, slaying all that stood in the way of the Verdict's true goal. The End of the Lich King. This book contains the experiences of those that led the assault against the Lich King, from the vanguard of heroes to the Highlord himself.
Turning a couple of pages Eragon settled in while he read. What he read both filled him with hope and fear at the same time.
Account of Paladin Sandewor, Officer of the Argent Crusade and Twilight Raiders
Our first push into the Citadel was actually not into the main part of the citadel itself. I and a few of my most trusted guild mates led a small force of Kirin Tor and Argent Crusaders into the side of the Citadel. Even with the years of fighting each of us had we were not prepared for the sheer brutality of what awaited us in the Forge of souls. Since the main force could not traverse the Forge without raising alarm the five of us proceeded to strike and move through the Forge, eliminating many of the guards and servants. Our first Challenge came when a human Necromancer by the name of Bronjahm.
As we fought our way through the Forge we came upon more realizations upon exactly where we were. The screams of the souls that the Lich King had obtained were processed here, giving fuel for more abominations than I care to admit. Bronjahm is the watchmen of these ….things and was put to the blade quickly enough that we moved on without hesitating. What awaited us at the end of the Forge was….Light it was an abomination that I had only seen before in outland. To describe it would relive the horror that it was. No. no I won't tell you of it. When we finally killed it the Pit awaited us, and even more horrors of the scourge.
Eragon could almost feel the power of the words in front of him. To have enemies that could rip out ones soul? And to successfully fight against them? He continued reading, transfixed by the words of the next account.
Account of High Druid Falraan, Officer of Twilight Raiders
Our first steps into the Pit of Sauron where met with the deaths of most of the forces we were with. It was Jaina Proudmoore and Sylvanas Windrunner that allowed us to proceed deeper into the pit while they went for reinforcements. The Pit was wrong in so many ways. Death permeated every stone, along with the cries of many captures laborers tending to the massive quarry. It was only because of Sandewor that we were able to make headway into the Pit. Taking out the two lieutenants we garnered the attention of the main warden of the Pit; Scourgelord Tyrannus.
The fight against the Scourgelord was one of pure survival. Even Sandewor, with his great attunement to the Light, was continually beat back by the unholy power of the Lich King. Against all odds we defeated him at the same time reinforcements stopped coming to fight with the Scourgelord. What happened next? Death, followed by despair and conviction to succeed. Our final objective awaited us, but more than once I look back at our foolishness.
Eragon could honestly say he did not want to continue. These people had seen things that would make even a Shade's blood curdle if the emotion form words could convey feeling. Turning the page Eragon couldn't help but let tears fall from his eyes when he finished.
Account of Warrior Blackhoof, Officer of Twilight Raiders
What awaited us after the Pit was nothing short of Evil. Frostmourne, that accursed runeblade, was sitting there as if taunting us about his master's use of it. Both lady Proudmoore and Windrunner were able to talk to the spirit of Uther, but we quickly found out that the Lich King was merely waiting for us. Summoning his guardians we fought against the spirits of his expedition force from his first landing in Northrend. After vanquishing the spirits we came upon both leaders fighting desperately against the Lich King, but we could see that it was for naught. Trapping the bastard temporarily we made our way to escape. He continually taunted us, sending powerful scourge to attack us while forming barriers impeding our progress.
It was the final barrier that we lost two of our own. Madwen and Ralic. They saw what we could not and rushed into the fray as I was dragging a battered Sandewor and exhausted Falraan to the airship. When I looked back the Scourge had them surrounded on all sides, with the lich king standing right in front of them. Even I knew what fate awaited them as the Lich King cut them down. When my remaining companions came to the fury and sorrow of their deaths weighed upon my fellow guild mates. We rejoined the main force assaulting the citadel, newly forged conviction in our hearts.
Eragon quickly flipped to the back of the book. He didn't know what compelled him to but it was comforting the message that the Highlord had left at the end.
To those that read these accounts,
Every word in this book details the trails and sacrifices made by those that fought with the Light at their side. Our victory is sometimes overshadowed by the loss of many a dear friend. But on the day I write this know that their sacrifice was for the new day that awaited us. The Lich King is dead. Those that still fight against the Darkness remain to continue their duty, even though the pain of loss and suffering. The abominations of the Scourge are ground under the heel of the Light. For in the Light all things are possible.
Highlord Tirion Fordring
It was the last sentence that struck a chord with Eragon. He felt a peculiar sensation, as if he was being covered in a warm coat when it was cold back at Uncle Garrows farm. Unconsciously he reached to grasp at thin air before he realized nothing was there. Except there was. A thin tendril of what could only be describes as warming light seemed to dance around his fingers, Before he could blink the tendril rushed towards a seal below the signature which glowed before Eragon was torn from his mind and landed on a floor of pure ice.
"It is over."
Eragon quickly looked up to see a multitude of people before him. Many were of different races, from Orcs to gnomes and elves. They were all cheering and clapping their backs. Some were crying openly while others were approaching what Eragon assumed was a portal. Before long all that remained on the platform were two humans, a tauren and a night elf. Eragon couldn't tell what they were doing, but it became apparent after the last of the others had left.
"Tirion. We both know that it isn't over. Both King Menethil and Uther said as much. We may have killed one king but another must take its place."
"Such a burden" muttered the one now known as Tirion Fordring "Must be mine to bear"
"IT IS NOT YOUR BURDEN TO BEAR BROTHER!"
At this the four plus Eragon turned towards the pillar of ice that was shaped into steps and a throne. Eragon thought he saw a human male sitting on the throne. But as they approached all Eragon could do was stare in complete horror at what was sitting there.
A charred man sat there as if he was born out of Dragon fire and darkness. Distantly Eragon heard Tirion exclaim in pure horror at the sight before him. What chilled Eragon to the bone was what the thing said to the Highlord.
"The Dragonfire scarred me brother. I have no place in the land of the living anymore. The burden as the Jailor of the Damned is mine to bear."
"No. You have suffered-"
"He is right Tirion." Both of the men turned towards the other paladin, who had taken his helm off. Eragon looked at the young man, noting that he could around Roran's age, possibly a little older. But his features spoke of grim acceptance, as if he had seen more than his fair share of horrors from the past and present. "We cannot know what will happen without someone at the helm of the scourge. Despite what Arthas did there was truth in the fact that if he so chose to the scourge could become a fight in which we would lose over a long time. There must be a Lich King for us to regroup and recover from our fighting. I can think of no other than Bolvar to succeed in this burden."
Tirion looked at the helm in his hands. Eragon saw the same grim acceptance that the remaining people had adopted. Turning back to the now named Bolvar he placed the helm on his head. In an instant the blue converted itself to the orange of the dragon fire laced throughout the body of Bolvar.
"You will not be forgotten brother."
"I must be forgotten Tirion. To keep the fear of another Lich King I must be forgotten. Tell them only that the Lich King is dead, and that Bolvar Fordragon died with them."
Eragon could never forget that voice. It was haunting, evil incarnate, and powerful. As he stepped back from the group the night elf approached the other human and encircled him in an embrace full of love and empathy. Both were openly crying while the tauren stood next to them, tears streaming down his face as well. Fordring was the hardest to read, form his expression alone he was regretful that he could not save the man now encased in ice. Before Eragon could think more on it he was torn form the memory into a void of warm light that seemed to flow from every side. A voice full of warmth and power flowed over him as he was getting his bearing.
"So you are the Rider that the light has seen. You have seen one of the greatest sacrifices that one servant of the Light could ever have done. Only those that were there could see this memory, or one who has potential to understand their pain. You are a light to others Eragon, yet that light remains untapped, as if you do not know how to draw upon it. The paladins you saw in this memory will come to guide you in the light. It is through them that this curse on you will be lifted."
Then it was over. Eragon opened his eyes to see that his hand lay upon the metal seal that has stored the memory of the events that had taken place at the end of the Fall of the Lich King. Tears were streaming down his face before he wiped them away. Several emotions were going through him. Grief, love, horror, inspiration. The people of azeroth could be numerous things. But form this one sacrifice, one action, Eragon was more than certain that he was in the right place for the time being.
Argent Tournament Grounds
Even after the Fall of the Lich King the Argent tournament drew many to its fights and festivities. It was here where Tirion was checking on the latest news of scourge in the surrounding area, as well as catch up with old friends. Sandewor Dhoring, along with his wife Falraan Greenwhisper, were to meet him to remember the final act they had done to end the threat of the Scourge. Blackhoof himself was to make an appearance also, if he could get leave from training the new round of recruits from the Pandaren. He was reminiscing about being in this same tent not a couple of years ago, forming the force that would end the scourge once and for all. Before he could go deeper a familiar presence entered the tent, and even Ashbringer lit up a little from the power of the paladin before him.
To many they would scoff if they were told that the young man before him was one of the most powerful paladins Tirion had come across in recent years. The Boy had fought in more battles than all but the most senior of the Argent Crusade could attest to. It was for that reason Tirion had him lead the fight into the Lich King's Citadel, and was one of the reasons that the Lich King did not win that day.
Out of all the men and women that had fought the Lich King before Sandewor was the only one besides himself that had stood toe to toe with Arthas. The support and conviction of his two closest friends, his wife and fellow warrior, were one of the reasons that Arthas had such trouble trying to kill the paladin. Even when Arthas had ripped the souls of everyone else in the vanguard besides him and Sandewor, the young man didn't give into despair. Tirion thought back to that moment with clear clarity, and knew the exact moment he had found his successor.
Icecrown Citadel
"You have failed paladins. Your light might have saved you, but your allies could not fare better"
Even encased in his ice prison Tirion could feel his anger and conviction rise to the forefront of his thoughts. Not only had the vanguard been successful in reaching the Lich King, they had cornered him. Which ended with the deaths of everyone except him and the vanguard leader, a young Sandewor Dhoring. Arthas was taunting them, and more or less tormenting the young man before him.
"What is it like to have come so far yet lose so much? Your friends, your wife. Tell me paladin. What is there left for you?"
Even in his imprisonment the light was reaching out to him. Urging him to break free and strike down the once paladin in the name of the light. As he gathered power to break his bonds he noticed that Sandewor was looking at the prone form of a night elf, a high Druid Falraan if he remembered correctly. It was then that Arthas's words struck the truth. Sandewor's wife was Falraan, and she had just been killed like an ant in front of the young man. Beckoning more light he was stopped when all of the power seemed to rush towards the prone paladin before Arthas.
"Everything" Replied Sandewor "You gave up everything in pursuit of power Arthas. Your family, your friends, even your life. You have nothing left. Your citadel has fallen, your lieutenants have fallen and soon you will fall."
"Bold words of a soon to be dead man. I wonder if you will feel anything when I have your wife tear you limb from-"
Arthas was cut off as a massive wave of light struck the paladin before him. A floating crown materialized above him and ethereal wings sprouted form his back. Before he could blink the young man threw his sword at the ice encasing Tirion, creating a sizable crack. A mace of pure light formed in the man's hands and he lept at arthas who was instantly put on the defensive. All the while Sandewor never stopped shouting at the Lich King.
"I have everything to fight for! My people, my home, and the light. You name it! You will die Arthas, and I will free those that you have in that accursed blade! For Uther. For Bolvar. For everyone that fell before and after them. For Azeroth! FOR MY WIFE!"
Tirion had only seen the amount of power the man was wielding a few times before. Light, he could count on one hand the number of times. But as he was thinking he noticed that the ice was cracking more and more with each blow dealt to the lich king. It would only be a matter of time before he could fully escape, but time was not something he had. The ice felt the weakest against his hand with Ashbringer. Putting all of his strength he shattered the ice encasing his right side and called out to the young man.
"Strike him down!" shouted Tirion as he threw Ashbringer at the paladin. Instantly the mace dissolved as he caught it. Never before had Trion seen a more beautiful picture of the Light. Arthas was once again on him, but then something that Tirion could only call miraculous happened. When Ashbringer struck Frosmourne, the blade shattered followed by an explosion of souls contained within it. He saw King Terana Menethil, Uther, and many others that the blade had imprisoned. Both Uther and King Menethil were channeling a spell of immense power, before pillars of light shown through the bodies of all of the Vanguard. Each one then picked themselves up, dazed but willing to fight. More of the scourge came to the protection of their king, who had tried to fall back behind the bodies of his legions.
"To me warriors of Azeroth. WE finish this NOW!"
From there it was a massacre for the scourge. The renewed fury of the vanguard decimated the ranks of undead until finally Arthas was the only one left. The once confident abomination was grasped by the whirlwind of souls, rendering him immobile. Everyone stepped back as Sandewor ran ashbringer through the Lich King. Instantly the whirlwind dissipated, followed by the cheers and exhilarations of the death of the lich king. All but three of the vanguard cheered. Sandewor, Falraan and a tauren warrior by the name of Blackhoof stood solemnly as the light dissipated from the young paladin. As the vanguard poured out in portals to announce their victory Tirion could not help but feel something was wrong.
Argent Tournament Grounds
Before he could get caught up in the awful memories of the ending he stood and greeted the two that had fought together till the end of the campaign, though from what he had heard they were directly involved with most of the major events of the last few years.
"It is good to see you again Highlord Fordring."
"It is Tirion to you. And good to see you again Sandewor, Falraan." Nodding to each of them. "Do you know if Blackhoof will make it?"
"Unfortunately no." Replied Sandewor "The Guild master has him training a lot of the new warriors. It seems we had an influx of horde members after Garrosh's debacle. With Prince Anduin and King Wrynn backing us on the alliance side and Vol'jin on the horde the guild has become somewhat of a beacon of cooperation."
"One that is sorely needed." Falraan inputted, taking the seat next to the young paladin. Despite the age difference the two had been quite in love from the get go, if Blackhoof was to be believed. "But that is beside the point. Have you heard what happened in Dalaran?"
"No I haven't." Replied the older man hesitantly.
"It seems that a new land has been discovered on Azeroth, though Khadgar and Kalec were hesitant to share the information with the Guild master. From what I have heard a blue dragon, human, elf and dwarf were brought from this new land."
"Interesting." Muttered Tirion. Khadgar was known for getting into trouble, but discovering a new land on Azeroth? He could only imagine the smugness that came with that discovery. Especially once he told Brann Bronzebeard about it. "They must be-"
All three of them stiffened when a memory came unbidden. The time right after the defeat of Arthas, of the sacrifice of a dear friend, of the solemn mood that pervaded the four secret keepers. It was in clear clarity, as if they were there again. But something was different. Tirion could feel the presence of a fifth person, though he could not place it as anyone he had ever seen. Then it hit him like the waters of the Borean Tundra. There was only one seal that he had bestowed with the memory of what had transpired on the top of the Citadel. A seal that was located within a book detailing the fight against the Lich King near the end.
"Sandewor, Falraan." Spoke Tirion, pulling them from their stupor. "We need to go to Dalaran now."
Neither questioned as to why they needed to go. Each of the members had forged a part of the seal, bestowing their memories upon it. They would instantly know if the seal had broken, or more specifically bestowed the truth of the Lich King unto them. The needed to act fast, lest fear once again take hold of the people of Azeroth.
Crystalsong Forest
Saphira was still in wonder at the land that they had come too. While she could see what Eragon was reading she was more or less enthralled with the History that Kalecgos was providing. The Fact that Dragons were by far one of the most powerful forces on Azeroth was nothing she did not already know, but Kalec proved her wrong to take pride in it. He had told her of the Twilight hour, of how the world would have ended if not for the sacrifice of power form all of the dragonflights. She was learning many things while they hunted, such as the purpose of the different Dragonflights, their culture, even their magic. The despair that Saphira had felt at being the last of her kind had disappeared. In its place was wonder and longing to meet more of her kind, though her hunger eventually won out over that desire. Both her and Kalecgos were excellent hunters, and soon filled their bellies with succulent meat that she had never experienced before.
"Come little one. There are others for you to meet."
It took a second for Saphira to once again take flight and follow the older dragon. They traveled south, coming upon a great spire that was surrounded by the great bones of dead Dragons. But what caught her attention was not the dead Dragons. It was the multitude of dragons that surrounded the spire. It was more than Saphira could have ever imagined in her wildest dreams. They all flew around, conversing and enjoying life. To Sahpira it was overwhelming. To see so many of her kind thriving, living their lives to their fullest. She wished Glaedr could have been here. Before she could continue with that train of thought Kalecgos brought her from her stupor.
"We are flying to the top. It is there you will meet those that have been waiting for you."
"Is it normal that I am scared and excited all at once?"
"I believe it would be abnormal not to. You are not alone Saphira. Trust that we are here for you."
As they crested the top of the temple Saphira was once again grateful to Kalecgos for his quick history lesson. Before her were the leaders of the Dragonflights, though in human form. Their beauty was worthy of dragons, in so much that Saphira felt her own beauty pale in comparison to theirs. And they were in human form! As they landed Kalecgos assumed his position with the other former aspects while Saphira sheepishly clawed at the ground.
"Greetings young one. Welcome to Wrymrest Temple. Be at ease." Said Alexstraza. Instantly the young Dragon felt comforted, as she did when Eragon cared for her while she was young. But it was also different. While Eragon was her bonded partner Alexstraza was more of….a mother. There was no other way to put it. As if sensing her thoughts the beautiful elven woman before transformed into a great red Dragon. Whom then leaned her head down to rub Saphira's affectionately. It was then that reality set in for the young dragon. If Dragons could cry then Saphira would be sobbing with Joy, to know that she wasn't alone. That she could let go of her position as one of the last Dragons in existence at the moment. The elder Dragon merely wrapped the younger one into a tight embrace. Gone were the worries of Alagaesia. Of Galbatorix.. What replaced it was the warmth of the embrace. The tenderness of the Dragonqueen. And the knowledge that she was not alone.
After what seemed like a few hours the two dragons separated. It was then that she saw that every one of the previous two legged people had become great dragons. With each their own uniqueness. From the bronze to the black each dragon was unique in appearance. Some of the dragons were chuckling at the gawking that Saphira was apparently doing. After this brief amusement Saphira heard Alexstraza speak in her melodic voice.
"It is good to see you in the real world finally. Now that we have time I would like you to tell us of your life, short as it may be."
Saphira was more than happy to share her experiences. From her first steps to her bonding. Of Eragon taking care of her so early in her life. She shared the fear and simple joys of her first few months of life. From her first words to the everyday joy that talking to her Rider was. As she continued she became more somber as she told them of the Ra'zac and their relation with Dragons. The reactions form the dragons were…unexpected. Instead of lashing out with anger the dragons merely looked at one another before urging her to continue. From there she went into their flight from Carvahall and the unexpected help from Brom, whom was later to be revealed a rider himself. Each and every experience between Carvahall and their arrival to the Varden. It was at this point that Saphira did not know how to proceed. She didn't want to break Eragon's oaths that he had sworn in regards to many of the secrets of both the Varden and the Elves. Sensing this Alexstraza leaned down to face her eye to eye while also speaking with her.
"I see you are conflicted about the next part young one. If you are more comfortable ending it here for today we can."
"It…thank you." Responded Saphira with relief evident in her voice. "This is possibly more than I could have imagined. To see so many dragons….it is a wonderful sight."
"I am glad you approve" Responded Kalecgos "And in case we didn't say it before" At this Saphira turned her gaze back to the assembled dragons before her. Each of them were at eye level with her, though their gazes were filled with nothing but warmth. She heard four distinct voices in her head, each one a different yet soothing voice. "Welcome home Saphiragos."
Dalaran – Arya
Despite all the Reading, despite all of the evidence before her she was having a hard time considering that an entirely different side of the world existed besides Alagaesia. She knew the small amount of history that had been preserved told of the elves coming from across the sea. But to have it so plainly verified? So many questions were running through her mind at the moment. As she continues reading she was continually irked that even the Kaldorei had religions. It was well known that the elves didn't believe in the concept of greater powers, from the humans to the Dwarves supposed gods. Well, at least the elves of Alagaesia. The accounts she had read of the supposed Demigods such as Cenarius and Goldrinn only added to her lingering doubts about coming here to Azeroth. While she didn't believe in these writings, she was more than interested in the culture and power that her cousins across the sea wielded.
The Kaldorei were the closest of the Azerothian elves in terms of power and culture. They revered nature in all its forms, and were closer to it than even Arya could imagine. The Druids especially caught her interest. From the little she was able to glean they possessed the powers of nature, even so far as shapeshifting into the animals that they lived alongside the differences made her graon in exasperation. A priestess of all things was their leader, along with her husband. Tyrande Whisperwind and Malfurion Stormrage. These two were the leaders of the Kaldorei, both spiritually and militarily. It was more of a headache than Arya was willing to deal with for the moment. Turing her attention to the other book in front of her she let out a huff as she once again ready through it.
If the Kaldorei were vastly connected to nature the sin'dorei were the exact opposite. They delved into the Arcane so much that when their Sunwell, the fount of power heavily relied on, was corrupted they instantly fell to the ravages of what was detailed as 'mana addiction'. Debilitation, eventual madness and many other symptoms detailed in the history of the Sin'dorei. In a way Arya could draw parallels to the decline of power the elves suffered at the hands of Galbatorix and the Forsworn. But again Arya groaned inwardly as she read more about their culture and politics. Betrayed, left starving for mana they committed questionable to outright atrocious acts in regards to the Sunwell and its restoration. All because of one Prince, whom the people believed would bring them the peace they needed. It took the intervention of a race of being called the Narru to purify the sunwell and restore a semblance of power to the sin'dorei.
Shutting that book Arya laid her head in her hands. At the first mention of other elves she assumed she would be able to garner their support in the Fight against Galbatorix. That seemed to be a fleeting dream at the moment. Without having anyone to actually talk to and gauge their responses all Arya could do was hypothesize. So many different cultures, believes, and differences were the product of men and dwarves. It was this reason that the elves did not practice religions. Logic and facts served them better than superstitions and beliefs. It would take all of her years as ambassador to even start to get them on the same side against Galbatorix, or even in the same room if she was to be realistic.
A soft thump caught her attention next to her. Eragon had progressed through more books than she ever thought possible in the few hours they had been there. She had never seen the boy so absorbed in his studies, and it irritated her a little that he was more interested azerothian history than his training as a rider. As she glanced over to the pile of read material she had to clamp down on her mounting frustration. She listed off the titles in her head, wincing at each one.
The Rise and Fall of the Silver Hand
Light and its Meaning
Memoir of the First Paladin
Chant of Light
Arya couldn't help it anymore. "Eragon. What is it you are reading?" she asked in a calm voice, though she could tell it was strained to her ears. At the mention of his name Ergon looked up and took a moment to register what she had asked. When he did he tuned the book to see the cover.
"Paladins and Light. Honestly it's more than I ever would have thought from a simple descriptive text."
"Aye" muttered Orik "In some ways the dwarves and humans here are more than connected by a common enemy. This Light bonded them together as one. It honestly surprises me."
"How so?" asked Eragon.
Taking one of the books before him he held it up for the two others to see. "In this book, Bonds of Light, it details how the Light is not something that one race race is equal in the face of the light. Equal Eragon. No one disputes this, not even outsiders to the faith. I can only imagine what a force like them is capable of."
"Actually there is a force that is like that. I believe Khadgar called it the Argent Crusade." as Eragon was talking he pulled out a thinner book, and handed it to Orik. "It details the formation of the Crusade after they realized that together they were far stronger than separate. They don't look down on other races, but merely expect them to pull their own weight in the fight against those that promote or are evil."
Arya had heard enough. She could tell when someone was enraptured with the Idea that a greater power. "There is always an explanation for things such as these." She blurted out.
"Be careful Arya. This is not a single dwarven religion you are fighting against. This is not Gannel. You need evidence? Look in front of you. These people have been through so much. How could they not have higher powers looking out for them?"
Before she could retort the door opened and in stepped Khadgar. But gone was the friendly expression they had come to associate with him in the short time they had known him. Instead a calm anger directed itself to Arya. It was in that moment that Arya could truly see the pain that the elderly man hid behind his exterior.
"Indeed it could be explained. Tell me Eragon, from what you have read, what purpose does the Light serve?"
Three sets of eyes turned towards the young Rider. Arya honestly did not know what the boy's response would be. She knew what hers would be but kept her mouth shut for the time being. She was curious as to what the Riders answer would be. After a few minutes the answer surprised her.
"It's a beacon. To those that would fight against enemies like the Lich King. It is not some random occurrence. It directs the people that wield it to noble goals, and provides them the tools to achieve that goal."
"Excellent answer. Now another question, this one for you Arya. Just because something hasn't been proven or seen does that make it impossible to happen?"
Instead of her first response she took a moment to actually think about it. Since her short time in Dalaran she saw many things she would have discounted at first. That there were magic not limited by their ancient language that was not dragon in nature. That Dragons could actually properly wield their magic to the extent that they could blend in with the mortal races. So many other things that she had discounted form the get go because of her anger towards Eragon in leaving the forests of Ellesmera. Slowly realization set in at what Khadgar was trying to say. Looking back up to the man in question he took one of the seats across from the three of them. He looked out onto the night sky, seemingly lost in thought as he began speaking.
"There have been times when I questioned whether or not my choices were the right ones. I have lost friends, and not just to death. Infighting in the Alliance and Horde, Fighting continuous campaigns against the forces of evil, and many other things. I look back and see my regrets and failures in equal measure to my successes. Then I see people like you Eragon."
He turned back to look at Eragon with eyes filled with hope, and a determination to fight. "You have been thrust into a position of greatness without having the first inkling of what is expected of you. Yet despite the adversity of it, the problems both physical and mental, you persist on. In a way you remind me of a certain Paladin I met while on my last 'adventure'."
Before he could elaborate more a heavy thudding was coming in from the balcony. Arya was used to the thud of Saphira's wing, but was still coming to terms with the unfamiliar thud of other dragons. As Saphira landed on the balcony the form of Kalec strode beside her, beaming with all the pride of a sibling. Before she could comment on this she noticed the same feeling emanating from Saphira, and was curious as to what had transpired during their hunt.
"Ah Kalec I was wondering when you would get back. On a more pleasant note we have arranged the guest quarters for all of you. If you would follow me please."
"Actually" interrupted Eragon "Is it possible to stay here with Saphira?"
Arya saw Khadgar give the young Rider a knowing grin pointing to one of the more comfortable chairs. "You should find some blankets in the wardrobe. I can attest that the furniture is rather comfortable once you settle in."
Thanking the archmage Arya and Orik followed their two hosts to what she assumed were the guest quarters. Before she settled in she grabbed the attention of Kalec, or Kalecgos. She was not sure what to call him honestly.
"Might I have a word with you Dragon Kalecgos?"
"Of course. Though you may call me Kalec while in this form."
Arya was still reeling from the fact that she was speaking with a dragon. To have so much control over ones magic… she was starting to realize that maybe it was right coming here. She steeled herself into the façade of an ambassador, putting her emotions down for now. For some reason she had a harder time suppressing them since coming to Azeroth.
"Can you truly heal the curse that Durza put on him?"
"Not me no." at this Arya's gaze started to become one of pure anger but abated as he finished what he was saying. "We are calling in people dedicated to removing corruption such as this. Fear not Arya, he will be healed."
At this the dragon in human form turned around leaving Arya to her thoughts. There was much to do that was certain.
Dalaran-Eragon
Eragon could feel the pure joy radiating off Saphira from not only their link, but in her demeanor as well. Whatever had transpired during the hunt had her in one of the best moods she had ever been in. he would be lying if he wasn't curious as to what transpired. Before he could ask her about it he was flooded with not only her voice but the emotions behind them too.
"You should have seen it Eragon. There were more dragons than I could have ever imagined. But htat was not all."
"I see. So, what else did you get to experience while I was here reading away?"
"I was given a proper name for a dragon."
At this Eragon looked at his bonded dragon. If dragons could smirk there would be a giant one on Saphira as far as her emotions could tell. He knew about true names, but what saphira was talking about was not that.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll give you a hint Eragon. Kalec adds another part to his name when he reverts back to a dragon. What does he add?"
Eragon thought back to what exactly Kalec was called in his Dragon form. It took a minute to sort through all the new information in the last twenty-four hours but he eventually got it. Looking at her with his most loving smile he knew what the answer was immediately.
"So how happy are you Saphiragos?"
"More than ever little one. More than ever."
Greetings once again everyone. I bring you the second chapter of A Rider in Azeroth. I've written a lot in this chapter, and brought my own take to the lore. Also it is my biggest chapter to date. please read and review.
And just to give everyone a little something to hold them over.
"Guild master!?"
Sandewor was not expecting the leader of twilight raiders to make an appearance because of this. When he saw Blackhoof looking away sheepishly he knew that it wasn't coincidence. He instantly felt the gaze of the guild master and decided that he would never want ot be under it again.
"Is it true?"
Looking at Blackhoof there was grim acceptance that yes, the man knew and that he was not pleased.
"Yes it is."
"I see. let us proceed then."
Sandewor was not sure what was worse. The situation with the Lich King or the fury of the guild master of Twilight Raiders.