Author: Merry Medivh Christmas! :D Also-General Zargon, I heart you so much for giving me some awesome pre-holiday presents. :3
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~Eventualities~
Medivh shook his head in derision as another would-be assistant left the Tower in a hurry.
He lasted longer than most—a week, two? Not bad.
He tapped his fingers on the wood of Ate'ish as his cloak fluttered about him in the wind that whipped around the Master's Terrace, loose strands of time brushing against him, affording him flashes of pasts and futures, most having nothing to do with him.
That was the most irritating part. He existed within and without the flow of time that warped around Karazhan, so he saw possibilities for more than just himself. It was why he occasionally hosted a banquet or two, just to give the Tower other people to bother.
A small town had cropped up around his home as a way-point for travelers more than anything else. Deadwind Pass, as it would later be known, wasn't much in the way of scenery, and even less in terms of hospitability. He felt some affection for the villagers, but more often paternal annoyance. Guardian of Tirisfal he may be, but he didn't want to be the main economic source of the small group who attached themselves to his Tower.
None among them were mages, with good reason. The…strangeness…surrounding Karazhan tended to wear on those with any magical talent, and most often drove them away with the dreams and visions that the magical nexus breathed.
Still, it was nice to have a source of servants. Cook and Morose sufficed well enough usually, and Khadgar—
Medivh frowned. Who?
Medivh's fingers ceased their idle movement as he tilted his hands and grabbed a few strands of time that brushed against his face. He twined them against his fingers before letting them go, and a vision slowly formed before him.
A young man, obviously Dalaran trained from his clothing and baggage. He was not from a noble background, but of noble bearing. He would be young enough to be idealistic, but old enough to be cautious. He would be a handful, stubborn and willful, but not arrogant. He would be a fast learner, the perfect student for the demanding training Medivh would subject him to. He would actually survive the Tower, at least until Medivh's plans had born their fruits. He would be everything that Medivh wanted in an apprentice and needed in his assassin.
Medivh stroked his beard and smiled slowly. Khadgar. Yes, ys, you will do nicely. I wonder when you'll be sent to me. Perhaps I should send those fools at Dalaran a letter saying that I am willing to take an apprentice of their choosing. We'll see. There's so much to attend to first, so much more to do before I can begin to groom my murderer.
Medivh hummed an old, light tune from his childhood as he vanished back into the Tower, slowly, carefully planning out his death.