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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Feralas
"You're not a monster," Kitanga answered, smiling sadly at the girl. "I've seen monsters, and you're nothing like them."
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Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Feralas
"Did she say anything else?" Vashadya asked gently, her orange eyes focusing on the half-breed.
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Feralas
"Well we're going to fix her, alright," Kitanga assured the girl. "So she can't hurt anyone else. We're going to make sure you are safe, too."
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Feralas
"There, there," Vashadya said, with a faint, tired but reassuring, smile, "she is gone now, and we can protect you."
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Feralas
Kitanga sighed, having a hard time dealing with all of this.
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Feralas
Vashadya appeared crestfallen at the news, however the children had at least been spared and for that the priestess could be grateful.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Sanctum beneath the Sands
As the worgen grasped the handles, a change came over her perception. Her surroundings pressed back as though they were two dimensional, had been such all along and she could only now see it. Such an idea was reinforced as her surroundings then folded away leaving her, the sundial and the dragon all alone in a dark void. A slithering sound like cloth rubbing against itself hissed from all around them.
As though a curtain had been raised many other things became apparent. A light spilled from the surface of the stone Snowmane held, forming a window into another place. Another time. A desolate realm filled with featureless sand and lifeless skies of sodden grey. It was here she might finally find the sundial’s shadow as it traced the circumference of the disk, its motion wiping away the landscape in favour of another image, that of a portal glowing blue.
Revelations continued to unfold one’s eyes grew accustomed to the burning light. All around Snowmane there ran threads. Millions upon millions of strands undulating and flowing forward like an ocean gleaming gold, weaving in and out of one another. Knotting, unbinding, crossing, ending, beginning, branching. The dragons face swam in the glow, his tinted sunglasses opaque in the light spilling forth from the dial. Raising an arm, the dragon pointed his index finger at the worgen and held his hand directly over the dial. Casually, he began to rotate the digit in small circles.
"Do you know why a paradox strains the timeline?” the dragon asked, his monotone neither condemning nor praising. "It is due to the fact that something without a past, future or present has suddenly come to be.” He looked down into the window through space, and observed the image of a white furred worgen drinking a glass with a corpse with burning yellow eyes, wearing a duster jacket with many pockets. “A paradox passes through time to escape. Danger. Mediocrity. Expectations. It might not be aware of it, but their nature compels it. But they are always connected to where they came from.”
Something glimmered in the light. A thread, as thin as a spider’s silk unraveled from the web, snaked up through the gate, to pass through Snowmane’s chest. It was this the dragon was casually winding about his rotating finger.
Character:
Damocles Rex, 67, Vaudeville
Location:
Dragonblight
"No," Damocles answered shortly as he imbedded to metal button on either side of where he knew the gate to lie, ensuring that there would be no obstructions between them. "The likelihood of it not succeeding is unacceptable in a place so saturated in temporal magic." Assured the two devices were firmly in place he took a step back. Bending down he picked up a stone. Tossing it twice, he suddenly flung it towards where the cavern lay.
Electricity spat between the divide. The stone hovered, arrested midair by the beam of tittering blue lightning held betwixt the two buttons he had placed. Damocles smiled beneath his collar, eyes flashing in the electric charge. "This time, there will be no margin for error."
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Feralas
"I don't know," Kitanga answered the worg. "We have to get the children somewhere safe, first. Then I suppose we do whatever we were planning to do before."
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Dragonblight
Snowmane gasped as the thread penerated her chest, but she felt no pain. Guessing that this was some sort of visualization of a timeline, she looked up at the dragon.
"So are you attaching me to a new timeline, or are you pulling me back to my old one?" she asked, uncertainty on her face. "I won't go back to my world. You'd have to kill me first."
Malice scowled, her eyes flashing bright green for a moment. "Are we going to kill them, or are we attempting capture?" she asked, hoping to be allowed to cut loose finally.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Sanctum beneath the Sands
"I am afraid you are mistaken," the bronze droned, still idly twirling his finger and spooling the thread. "A paradox cannot simply be attached to a new timeline. You are connected by your past to the weave of the world you left behind. You cannot erase such a connection."
The thread around them seemed to shoot past at a dizzying speed, growing smaller, but as the individual threads began to vanish into the whole, what they formed together became apparent. A three dimensional weave all about them, and as they seemed to shoot about this world of thread and tapestry the images they formed flashed and changed as they intersected. History in its entirety surrounded them.
"No," the dragon continued in the same disinterested monotone, the billions of threads around them stretching into infinity, the one snaking from the sundial curling more and more about his finger. "True past cannot be erased. Everything, from a dragon to a kernel of sand has its past. It exists within the weave, and will never be forgotten. No. It cannot be erased. But, it can be unraveled."
Character:
Damocles Rex, 67, Vaudeville
Location:
Dragonblight
With a steady, assured pace Damocles swung the shotgun from his back. Splitting the weapon in the middle, he reached into a pocket and began carefully inserting shell after shell.
"We will capture the worgen. Snowmane. Do not touch the other two. And when we have her," he informed Malice calmly, "I want you to burn off her legs and her arms." With a crack he reconnected the barrel to the stock. Turning an eye as still as glass to the cave he gripped his shotgun in readiness. "I am confident that she can tell me what I want, so long as she still has a torso."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Dragonblight
"And what does this mean for me?" Snowmane asked, shutting out the scenes surrounding her and focusing on the dragon before her. "I won't let you take me back, if that's what you intend."
Malice grinned sadistically, felfire flaring from her hands and eyes. "Th̷̸̀e͘͡n̛ ҉̢͘i̸t̵͢ ̛͠şh̸҉a͜͏͏l͢҉l҉̸͝ be̛͢ ̷dǫ͏n̴͏e͝," she answered, clenching her fists and snuffing out the fire within them.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Sanctum beneath the Sands
"I will not," the dragon replied without looking away from the gathering thread. "I will place you within this weave. All of your history, from your birth to the day you escaped through the portal, shall be unwound from that timeline's skein. Twelve years, seven months, two weeks, thirty days, fifty two minutes, thirteen seconds," he continued in a tired tone. "That is how long it took to find the proper point. Through a millenia of history, searching the lengths of the weave, until I finally found where I might add your past in a single mass without upsetting the weave. And I shall place it all at the very instant you arrived in this world.
"You carry your past. It can never lost, nor forgotten. What you have done, what has been done, it is with you." Lidded eyes slowly glanced up from beneath the rim of the glasses. His finger stopped, the thread taut. "You cannot escape your past."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Dragonblight
"Then I was born in this timeline now?" Snowmane asked, reaching for her flask. "I'm not sure I understand... Those Time Police fellows won't be hunting me any longer, right?"
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Feralas
"Adalis?" Vashadya inquired, looking to the elder priestess for guidance.
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Feralas
Kitanga shifted uncomfortably. The only officially managed orphanage that she knew of was in Orgrimmar. She supposed that they could leave them in the care of some kind soul to get them the rest of the way, but she was hesitant to trust a random stranger with six very young children.
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