Author: Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it (11/24/11)! I present to you another tale of Medivh to read when digesting too much food.
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Tales of Karazhan: After the Opening
Medivh felt as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders and he slumped into his chair, utterly exhausted.
He pushed back his hood and ran his hand through his hair as his other hand rested on the table beside him.
It has been done.
His entire body felt raw, and even though he had been assisted on Draenor by Gul'dan's warlocks—warlocks, plural—he alone had shouldered the burden of power to connect from Azeroth.
Although, that was…intriguing, he thought with a small smile. That other mortal races would seek to assist me in opening my portal—especially the human I saw in their ranks…
Medivh leaned back and tapped his fingers together. But what were those dragons and dragonkin? They were certainly not from the Black Dragonflight. Their insistence on my death was not remarkable, but the ways they phrased certain things…
Medivh sighed and closed his eyes, a headache forming. His breathing stopped and his hand lashed out to curl around a grain of time. He let out a long breath as he brought the image to him. With a whispered word the grain of vision expanded until it encompassed him.
He felt the wind drive particles of sand against his skin, he standing in a foreign land, one that belonged to the world, but unfamiliar.
He was given only the briefest glimpse of bronze dragons, twisting and beautiful time-lines, and a feeling of deep power before he was tossed out of the vision with a violence that nearly toppled him out of his chair.
Stay in your own time, avatar of Saegras.
Medivh found himself breathing heavily before a maniacal laugh passed his lips. "My legacy shapes the very fabric of this world!" he laughed breathlessly before the laughter died. "However, that shows that humanity survives. Curses!" he snarled before he stood quickly, knocking the chair and a few objects nearby onto the floor.
"My hard work will be undone! Humanity will live!"
He paced and muttered in the demonic tongue to himself before his steps slowed. "But the future can be changed," he murmured. "And humanity's motivation is always unclear and fickle. Humanity could survive—but who's to say how much survives and what conditions they live in?"
Medivh stroked his beard, then righted his chair, placed his books and instruments back on the table, and cleaned up whatever had broken.
"I have much to think about," he murmured to himself before he gestured and left his darker laboratory for his chambers higher in the tower.
He would rest and regain his strength.
And then he would watch humanity burn.