Bloodoar’s Escape.
Bloodoar had been enjoying his time actually being around the Wayfinders for a bit, but a notice comes in from the Kirin Tor of the plans to move Dalaran, so he sends notice to whoever is on the ground in Hearthglen, and then teleports to Dalaran. Walking through the streets, Bloodoar finds the Wayfinder offices here, and he begins to prepare the place for moving. Hammering in shelves, putting delicate things in protective bubbles, clearing up the paperwork, sorting out the files, and finding the lock and key for the doors, to lock them in.
There, he sat down in his chair. This had been done before, he’d been there for many of the trips across the globe. His least favorite one was when Dalaran was above Orgrimmar for a time. He wondered where they were going next, his allegiances with the Wayfinders while pleasant and substantial work, had left him less time to gossip it up with the others. Bloodoar eventually found the coffee machine, and started to grind some fresh beans. When the beans were grinded, he put them up in the machine, and started the process of running water through, down into his favorite cup for some nice coffee.
He felt the arcane surge for a moment, and knew it was about to happen. A capital city, his capital city, wandering across the world in an instant. He closed his eyes, felt the electricity and then, sound clattered across the room as the city settled in its new location. The coffee was done now, so he took his cup, added a bit of milk to it, and started to stir.
As he sat down, starting to gently sip, he heard something from outside. A scream. That was odd. Opening up the curtains to let the light in, Bloodoar looked across the fountain bazaar, admittedly from a distance as the Wayfinders hadn’t been able to find peak localization, this was close enough to the center of the city.
Bloodoar’s eyes were transfixed though. He was seeing a horde of nerubian’s begin to settle, right there on the street, and begin to attack guards, trap civilians and begin to haul them back towards a rift. A crypt lord emerged, and began to give orders, as the nerubian spread out across Dalaran, Bloodoar rushed for the door, grabbing his staff.
He’d exit into the street, and it wasn’t long before a flying mite would come towards him. He splashed it with his still very warm coffee, before letting an arcane missile fly. He gets down the staircase to be met by a guard:”You have to move to Krasus Landing for evacuation!” He screamed, readying his sword for an encroaching nerubian. “I can help, what do you need?” Bloodoar replied, before arcane rose around the young mage, and pushed towards the oncoming enemy, as its body was crushed by an arcane surge.
“The bakers, they can’t get out but I have to keep this road clear!” said the guard, looking relieved he didn’t have to tangle up with their clawed adversary, but that was all the invitation that Bloodoar needed. He knew the place, he loved to get his bagels from there. He turned around on a pivot, running through the cobblestone road, until he saw what looked like a cobwebbed door.
They had sealed their way of escape, and he could see a large hole in the top of the glass paneled windows on the second story in which the nerubian had wished to come and collect them. Bloodoar was up there in a flash, as arcane teleported him to the rim of the window, he was able to push his body through the broken glass, entering what looks like the baker’s living space.
Navigating through the house was easy, because he could hear the screams of the bakers as they were getting trapped beneath. Stumbling down the staircase, he landed himself in the middle of their shop, where a large nerubian was webbing up two half elven civilians. “Help us!” They called out to him, which made the nerubian look his way. There was not much room here for a fight, so Bloodoar had to think quickly. Grabbing his coffee mug, the object in which he has slowly and meticulously changed into an arcane focus for himself, was also reinforced by metal studs.
Drawing upon it in a moment of desperation, arcane imbues into the coffee mug and he’s able to crack it across the nerubian’s face as he pivots and runs along the side of the room. This allows him enough time to cast a clearcasted arcane missile, which barrels into the body of the spiderfolk. But it turns its head, and a ball of web escapes, flying directly to Bloodoars leg, pinning him against a wooden beam.
Panic. The nerubian closes in the space faster he could have anticipated, and two pairs of lacerating claws run over his body. He’d come straight from Hearthglen, and so was still plated up on some points of his body, but the cloth parts of the armor didn’t hold up long. He centered the electric charge of the arcane into his midst, before expelling it as an arcane explosion, rocking the house, releasing his leg, and pushing the nerubian back.
He had more room here to work with then when he was standing in the stairwell. He reached for his staff, runes and arcane lettering began to swash through the room, becoming its sole source of light, the spells flew out of his hand in rapid succession as he let arcane blasts crash against the nerubian’s carapace. One, two, three. Looking weaker after the third one, each growing in strength, Bloodoar pointed the end of his staff directly for the nerubian’s midst, and a barreling projectile pushed out and flew through the room spiraling around itself in two central orbs, its impact sent the spiderfolk into the opposite wall, blood splatters and gore.
“You did it”. Said one of the bakers with a softly haunted expression, as Bloodoar was soon by the side, cutting through the web. “The entire city is under attack, you need to evacuate now while you’ve got the time. Make your way to Krasus landing”. Bloodoar was able to finally free them, and blew a hole in one of the streetview windows, dragging them out into the street.
The smell of blood was abundant. There were casualties on both sides, and one half of the city had now been completely blocked by the invading enemies. Bloodoar had to drag the bakers through the left side pathway around the fountain plaza, up the street towards the landing.
Something heavy crashed against the wall next to them, and rubble fell down around them. A few cinder blocks bounced off his body, hitting like hammers, fatiguing his resources, he was finally able to get the bakers to the mass teleportation circle, hopefully to be safe.
“They’re pulling everyone out, Alleria’s staying behind to find Khadgar, you’re ordered to get out of here”. One of the guards gave instructions to the mages or guards that were regrouping on the landing. Well, that counted him too then. The lacerated Bloodoar moved into the circle, and a moment later, found himself standing on a foreign beach, looking up at dalaran. For a moment, one could consider it normal, except for the host of terrible flying creatures that flew above it.
That soon didn’t matter much however, as a moment later, from the citadel itself, a great purple bubble began to consume the entire place, his home. When it reached its apex, it withdrew into a singular point, pulling the rest of the city with it in the motion, and then it blew, pushing everything, everyone and all out, scattering the home of the mages into gravel for a coarse road. In his agonizing emotional state, Bloodoar was able to form one last spell, as it began to wisp around him, as he teleported himself across the world to the one place he could think of. Back to the Wayfinders, they had to know.
Bloodoar barely crawled himself out of the portal he’d made unto the soft grasses of heathglen center. He was quickly found by Shark, Ithigos and Jenna, and eventually taken into the keep for proper treatment.
The Wayfinders are moving into the War Within with a good number of running storylines and good company. We’re currently on break to let people enjoy the expansion, but will be fresh out after the 8th. We’re nearing capacity for members, and an announcement about recruitment options may follow.