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Day of the Dragon ;
The shadowed wizard propped back, as if sitting in an immense chair the younger spell caster could not see. Gloved hands steepled as the figure seemed to consider the proper choice of words. "They have not been easy on you, Rhonin. Some in the council even consider forever dismissing you from our ranks. You must earn your way back, and to do that, you will have to fulfill this mission to the letter."
"You make it sound like no easy task."
"It involves dragons... and something they eleive only one of your aptitude can manage to accomplish."
- Chapter One
The mage's entire form seemed to darken, and a hiss escaped him. "Do not ever call me by that name again. Ever. It must not be spoken, even here."
"No one could possibly-"
"Even here."
Something in Krasus's tone made the cmpanion nod. The second figure then hurriedly departed, vanshing into the emptiness.
- Chapter Three
He spat out the last syllable just as agony suddenly coursed through his body.
The sun exploded within his tiny sanctum.
Tentacles melted away like ice caught in a furnace. Light so brilliant it blinded Krasus even with his eyes shut tight filled every corner and crack. The wizard gasped and fell tot he floor clutching his maimed hand.
- Chapter Six
The macabre leviathan eyed him closely. "I lost much-too much! But you, you who call yourself Krasus, you who once also wore the form of a dragon, you lost all, too!"
Visions of his beloved queen passed quickly through Krasus's mind. Visions of the days when the red flight of Alexstrasza had been ascendant washed over him...
He had been the second of her consorts - but the first in loyalty and love.
The wizard shook his head, clearing away painful memories. The yearing to patrol the skies once more had to be quelled. Until things changed, he had to remain human, remain Krasus-not the red dragon Korialstrasz.
- Chapter Nine
He sat upon it, thenr aised the cup to his lips. Yet, before he could bring himself to drink what might be his last, the dragon human guise made one last toast.
"To you, my Alestrasza, always to you."
- Chapter Twelve
With or without your help, Ysera, I will go on. I must!
You are certainly welcome to do so... The dream dragon's form wavered.
Krasus turned away from her, ignoring the intangible images that scattered in his wake. Then either send me back to my sanctum or drop me into the abyss! Perhaps it would be best if I do not live to see the fate of the world-and what becomes of my queen!
- Chapter Fourteen
Vereesa Windrunner, hear me out. I have made some lapses in judgement-for great concerns-and the fate of Rhonin is one of those lapses. You intend to try and find him, do you not?
"I do."
Even in the mountain fortress of the orcs? A place of dragons, too?
"Yes."
Rhonin is fortunate to have you as a comrade... and I hope to be as fortunate now. I will do what I can to aid you in this formidable quest, although the physical danger will be yours, of course.
- Chapter Sixteen
It looked remarkably like the one that Deathwing had given to Rhonin earlier, even down to the patterns. The bitter mage recalled noicing it when the elf and Falstad had tried rescuing him from the orcs. Had Krasus learned how to make it from the dragons?
At some point, the stone had become misaligned. Rhonin pushed it back into place with one finger, then glared at the gem, imagining that his patron could hear him. "Well, Krasus? Are you there? Anything else you'd like us to do for you? Should we die for you, maybe?"
Useless. Whatever power it had contained had evidently dissipated. Certainly Krasus would not bother to answer even if that had still been possible.. Rhonin raised the relic high, ready to throw it off the ridge.
A faint voice in his head gasped, Rhonin?
The enraged wizard paused, startled to actually hear a reply.
Rhonin...praise...praise be...there may... there may still be...hope.
His companions watched him, not at all certain what he did. Rhonin said nothing, trying to think. Krasus sounded ill, almost dieing.
- Chapter Nineteen.
He found himself staring into the eye of a fallen giant, the same red, draconic giant the human had seen plummet from the skies but minutes earier. The dragon lay on his side, one wing thrust up, his head flat along the ground.
"You have my...my deepest apologies, Rhonin," the gargantuan creature rumbled with some effort. "For...for everything painful I have caused you and the others..."
- Chapter Nineteen.
Rhonin stared. "Krasus?"
The crimson dragon raised his head enough to nod once. "That is the name... I wear when human..."
"Krasus..." Astonishment turned into bitterness. "You betrayed me and my friends! You arranged all this! Made me your puppet!"
"For which I will always have...regrets..."
"You're no better than Deathwing!"
This made the leviathan cringe, but once more he nodded. "I deserve that. Perhaps that is the path...the path he took so long ago. S-so easy to not see what...what one does to others..."
- Chapter Twenty.
"I won't tell anyone the truth about you, Krasus," the young wizard immediately said. "I think I understand why you did what you did."
"But I will never forgive myself for my lapses. I only pray that my queen understands..."
- Chapter Twenty-One.
She nodded. "If they will forgive you, then so will I." Her tail slipped down, intertwining with his own for a moment. "The others still pursue the dark one, but before I would join the hunt, we must gather what remains of our flight and rebuild our home anew. This I think a priority."
"I am your servant," he replied, bowing his massive head. "Now and forever, my love."
- Chapter Twenty-One.
Korialstrasz could almost see Drenden blink, despite the shadow spell. "You have a...a wife, is she?"
"Yes. Forgive me if I never recalled to tell you. As I said, we were apart for quite some time...." He smiled even though they could not see it. "...but now she is returned to me."
The others shared glances. Finally, Drenden replied, "Then... by all means.... we shall not stand in your way. You certainly have the right to do this...."
- Chapter Twenty-One.
War of the Ancients: The Well of Eternity ;
So, Krasus knew, history woul d eventually record what had happened. Almost lost in that recording would be the countless personal lives destroyed, the lands ravaged, and the near-destruction of the entire mortal world.
Even the memories of dragons are fleeting under such circumstances, the pale, gray-robed figure conceded to himself.
- Chapter One.
A voice... a very familiar voice... suddenly filled his head.
A voice that could not be bringing him good tidings.
Rhonin...I have need of you.
"Krasus?" the mage blurted.
Vereesa sat up, all cheer vanishing. "Krasus? What about him?"
- Chapter Three.
"I barely had a chance to say good-bye to my wife..." grumbled Rhonin as he retrieved the large leather pack and looped it over his shoulders.
"You have my sympathies," the dragon mage responded, walking ahead already. "I have made arrangements to see to it that she is not without aid. She will be well while we are gone."
Listening to Krasus for just a few seconds reminded Rhonin how often the ancient figure made assumptions about him without even waiting for the young wizard's decisions. Krasus had already taken the matter of Rhonin's agreement as settled.
- Chapter Three.
"Are you all right? You looked as if-"
Krasus cut him off. "Rhonin...I could not change. I could not change..."
The young wizard frowned, not comprehending. "You're still weak, Master Krasus. The trip through that thing-"
"Yet, you are standing. Take no offense from me, human, but what we passed through should have left you in far worse state than mine."
- Chapter Five.
Unable to hold his silence any longer, Krasus gasped, "My queen, my world, can it be that you of all beings do not know me?"
She studied him through slitted lids before answering, "I know what I sense, and I know what I feel, and because of both I have taken the story you have told the others under serious consideration. I have already decided what must be done, but first, there is another who must be involved in this situation, for his august opinion is dear as to me as my own-aah! He comes now!"
...
She indicated the mage, who still stood as if struck by lightning. "This is-what do you call yourself?"
"Kor-Krasus, my queen. Krasus..."
"Krasus? Krasus it is, then..." Her tone hinted of amusement at his sudden choice of names at this moment. She turned again to the ill leviathan. "And this, Krasus, is one of my most beloved subjects, my most recent consort, and one to whom I already greatly look for guidance. Being one of us, you may have heard of him. His name is Korialstrasz..."
- Chapter Fourteen.
Korialstrasz was clearly flattered. "If I am as strong as I now feel, I will gladly fly at your side and stand before the other Aspects."
"Thank you...that is all I ask." She leaned forward and briefly nuzzled heads with him.
Krasus felt a peculiar jealous. Here he was, watching himself be ntimate with his mate, yet it was not him. He wished that for just one moment he could have changed places with Korialstrasz, that for just this one particular moment, he could be his true self again.
- Chapter Fourteen.
As the dragon queen moved to the passage, she paused, and with a trace of remorse, added, "I hope you will be comfortable amongst the eggs."
"I will be careful not to touch any." Krasus understood the value of any egg.
"I am certain you will, my love... especially knowing that they are yours."
She left him wordless. As the crimson giant disappeared, Krasus glanced from one egg to another...
- Chapter Fourteen.
The priestess had expected something huge and warlike, but the figure within was no taller than the average night elf. He was also thinner than most. Underneath the hood of his rather plain robes she noted a gaunt face very much akin to one of her own, but pale, almost ghostly, and with eyes less pronounced. Judging by the shape of his hood, his ears were also smaller.
"He looks like one of us...but not," she remarked.
"Like a ghost of one of us," the captain corrected.
- Chapter Twenty-One.
"Forgive my manners! You may call me...Krasus."
Now Brox reacted. "Krasus! Rhonin spoke of you!" The orc actually went down on one knee. "Elder... I am Broxigar...this is the shaman, Tyrande."
Krasus frowned. "Perhaps Rhonin spoke too much...and likely has inferred more."
- Chapter Twenty-One.
Day of the Dragon ;
The shadowed wizard propped back, as if sitting in an immense chair the younger spell caster could not see. Gloved hands steepled as the figure seemed to consider the proper choice of words. "They have not been easy on you, Rhonin. Some in the council even consider forever dismissing you from our ranks. You must earn your way back, and to do that, you will have to fulfill this mission to the letter."
"You make it sound like no easy task."
"It involves dragons... and something they eleive only one of your aptitude can manage to accomplish."
- Chapter One
The mage's entire form seemed to darken, and a hiss escaped him. "Do not ever call me by that name again. Ever. It must not be spoken, even here."
"No one could possibly-"
"Even here."
Something in Krasus's tone made the cmpanion nod. The second figure then hurriedly departed, vanshing into the emptiness.
- Chapter Three
He spat out the last syllable just as agony suddenly coursed through his body.
The sun exploded within his tiny sanctum.
Tentacles melted away like ice caught in a furnace. Light so brilliant it blinded Krasus even with his eyes shut tight filled every corner and crack. The wizard gasped and fell tot he floor clutching his maimed hand.
- Chapter Six
The macabre leviathan eyed him closely. "I lost much-too much! But you, you who call yourself Krasus, you who once also wore the form of a dragon, you lost all, too!"
Visions of his beloved queen passed quickly through Krasus's mind. Visions of the days when the red flight of Alexstrasza had been ascendant washed over him...
He had been the second of her consorts - but the first in loyalty and love.
The wizard shook his head, clearing away painful memories. The yearing to patrol the skies once more had to be quelled. Until things changed, he had to remain human, remain Krasus-not the red dragon Korialstrasz.
- Chapter Nine
He sat upon it, thenr aised the cup to his lips. Yet, before he could bring himself to drink what might be his last, the dragon human guise made one last toast.
"To you, my Alestrasza, always to you."
- Chapter Twelve
With or without your help, Ysera, I will go on. I must!
You are certainly welcome to do so... The dream dragon's form wavered.
Krasus turned away from her, ignoring the intangible images that scattered in his wake. Then either send me back to my sanctum or drop me into the abyss! Perhaps it would be best if I do not live to see the fate of the world-and what becomes of my queen!
- Chapter Fourteen
Vereesa Windrunner, hear me out. I have made some lapses in judgement-for great concerns-and the fate of Rhonin is one of those lapses. You intend to try and find him, do you not?
"I do."
Even in the mountain fortress of the orcs? A place of dragons, too?
"Yes."
Rhonin is fortunate to have you as a comrade... and I hope to be as fortunate now. I will do what I can to aid you in this formidable quest, although the physical danger will be yours, of course.
- Chapter Sixteen
It looked remarkably like the one that Deathwing had given to Rhonin earlier, even down to the patterns. The bitter mage recalled noicing it when the elf and Falstad had tried rescuing him from the orcs. Had Krasus learned how to make it from the dragons?
At some point, the stone had become misaligned. Rhonin pushed it back into place with one finger, then glared at the gem, imagining that his patron could hear him. "Well, Krasus? Are you there? Anything else you'd like us to do for you? Should we die for you, maybe?"
Useless. Whatever power it had contained had evidently dissipated. Certainly Krasus would not bother to answer even if that had still been possible.. Rhonin raised the relic high, ready to throw it off the ridge.
A faint voice in his head gasped, Rhonin?
The enraged wizard paused, startled to actually hear a reply.
Rhonin...praise...praise be...there may... there may still be...hope.
His companions watched him, not at all certain what he did. Rhonin said nothing, trying to think. Krasus sounded ill, almost dieing.
- Chapter Nineteen.
He found himself staring into the eye of a fallen giant, the same red, draconic giant the human had seen plummet from the skies but minutes earier. The dragon lay on his side, one wing thrust up, his head flat along the ground.
"You have my...my deepest apologies, Rhonin," the gargantuan creature rumbled with some effort. "For...for everything painful I have caused you and the others..."
- Chapter Nineteen.
Rhonin stared. "Krasus?"
The crimson dragon raised his head enough to nod once. "That is the name... I wear when human..."
"Krasus..." Astonishment turned into bitterness. "You betrayed me and my friends! You arranged all this! Made me your puppet!"
"For which I will always have...regrets..."
"You're no better than Deathwing!"
This made the leviathan cringe, but once more he nodded. "I deserve that. Perhaps that is the path...the path he took so long ago. S-so easy to not see what...what one does to others..."
- Chapter Twenty.
"I won't tell anyone the truth about you, Krasus," the young wizard immediately said. "I think I understand why you did what you did."
"But I will never forgive myself for my lapses. I only pray that my queen understands..."
- Chapter Twenty-One.
She nodded. "If they will forgive you, then so will I." Her tail slipped down, intertwining with his own for a moment. "The others still pursue the dark one, but before I would join the hunt, we must gather what remains of our flight and rebuild our home anew. This I think a priority."
"I am your servant," he replied, bowing his massive head. "Now and forever, my love."
- Chapter Twenty-One.
Korialstrasz could almost see Drenden blink, despite the shadow spell. "You have a...a wife, is she?"
"Yes. Forgive me if I never recalled to tell you. As I said, we were apart for quite some time...." He smiled even though they could not see it. "...but now she is returned to me."
The others shared glances. Finally, Drenden replied, "Then... by all means.... we shall not stand in your way. You certainly have the right to do this...."
- Chapter Twenty-One.
War of the Ancients: The Well of Eternity ;
So, Krasus knew, history woul d eventually record what had happened. Almost lost in that recording would be the countless personal lives destroyed, the lands ravaged, and the near-destruction of the entire mortal world.
Even the memories of dragons are fleeting under such circumstances, the pale, gray-robed figure conceded to himself.
- Chapter One.
A voice... a very familiar voice... suddenly filled his head.
A voice that could not be bringing him good tidings.
Rhonin...I have need of you.
"Krasus?" the mage blurted.
Vereesa sat up, all cheer vanishing. "Krasus? What about him?"
- Chapter Three.
"I barely had a chance to say good-bye to my wife..." grumbled Rhonin as he retrieved the large leather pack and looped it over his shoulders.
"You have my sympathies," the dragon mage responded, walking ahead already. "I have made arrangements to see to it that she is not without aid. She will be well while we are gone."
Listening to Krasus for just a few seconds reminded Rhonin how often the ancient figure made assumptions about him without even waiting for the young wizard's decisions. Krasus had already taken the matter of Rhonin's agreement as settled.
- Chapter Three.
"Are you all right? You looked as if-"
Krasus cut him off. "Rhonin...I could not change. I could not change..."
The young wizard frowned, not comprehending. "You're still weak, Master Krasus. The trip through that thing-"
"Yet, you are standing. Take no offense from me, human, but what we passed through should have left you in far worse state than mine."
- Chapter Five.
Unable to hold his silence any longer, Krasus gasped, "My queen, my world, can it be that you of all beings do not know me?"
She studied him through slitted lids before answering, "I know what I sense, and I know what I feel, and because of both I have taken the story you have told the others under serious consideration. I have already decided what must be done, but first, there is another who must be involved in this situation, for his august opinion is dear as to me as my own-aah! He comes now!"
...
She indicated the mage, who still stood as if struck by lightning. "This is-what do you call yourself?"
"Kor-Krasus, my queen. Krasus..."
"Krasus? Krasus it is, then..." Her tone hinted of amusement at his sudden choice of names at this moment. She turned again to the ill leviathan. "And this, Krasus, is one of my most beloved subjects, my most recent consort, and one to whom I already greatly look for guidance. Being one of us, you may have heard of him. His name is Korialstrasz..."
- Chapter Fourteen.
Korialstrasz was clearly flattered. "If I am as strong as I now feel, I will gladly fly at your side and stand before the other Aspects."
"Thank you...that is all I ask." She leaned forward and briefly nuzzled heads with him.
Krasus felt a peculiar jealous. Here he was, watching himself be ntimate with his mate, yet it was not him. He wished that for just one moment he could have changed places with Korialstrasz, that for just this one particular moment, he could be his true self again.
- Chapter Fourteen.
As the dragon queen moved to the passage, she paused, and with a trace of remorse, added, "I hope you will be comfortable amongst the eggs."
"I will be careful not to touch any." Krasus understood the value of any egg.
"I am certain you will, my love... especially knowing that they are yours."
She left him wordless. As the crimson giant disappeared, Krasus glanced from one egg to another...
- Chapter Fourteen.
The priestess had expected something huge and warlike, but the figure within was no taller than the average night elf. He was also thinner than most. Underneath the hood of his rather plain robes she noted a gaunt face very much akin to one of her own, but pale, almost ghostly, and with eyes less pronounced. Judging by the shape of his hood, his ears were also smaller.
"He looks like one of us...but not," she remarked.
"Like a ghost of one of us," the captain corrected.
- Chapter Twenty-One.
"Forgive my manners! You may call me...Krasus."
Now Brox reacted. "Krasus! Rhonin spoke of you!" The orc actually went down on one knee. "Elder... I am Broxigar...this is the shaman, Tyrande."
Krasus frowned. "Perhaps Rhonin spoke too much...and likely has inferred more."
- Chapter Twenty-One.