Portalocity Station; London, England
Kael'thas Sunstrider, last of the Sunstrider dynasty and lord of the Sin'dorei, was an elf out of place.
Minutes before, he had walked through the portal alongside his master, Illidan, and Lady Vashj, commander of the naga forces. Their goal had been Azeroth, Northrend in particular, with the mission to destroy the Frozen Throne, and hopefully the Lich King as well.
Stepping into the portal, he had felt the familiar pull of the Twisting Nether as he traveled to another world - but this time there had been something else, some outside influence plucking him up and carrying him from his intended destination.
It looked, he thought, somewhat like Tempest Keep. The sign saying "London" meant that it was somewhat less familiar though, and along with the sudden uneasiness of not knowing how he'd come to be here, Kael'thas already felt the nagging edge of arcane hunger. This place, wherever it was, had nearly no magic to speak of.
Returning to Azeroth was, now, even more of a priority.
[OOC: For exwatcher]
Minutes before, he had walked through the portal alongside his master, Illidan, and Lady Vashj, commander of the naga forces. Their goal had been Azeroth, Northrend in particular, with the mission to destroy the Frozen Throne, and hopefully the Lich King as well.
Stepping into the portal, he had felt the familiar pull of the Twisting Nether as he traveled to another world - but this time there had been something else, some outside influence plucking him up and carrying him from his intended destination.
It looked, he thought, somewhat like Tempest Keep. The sign saying "London" meant that it was somewhat less familiar though, and along with the sudden uneasiness of not knowing how he'd come to be here, Kael'thas already felt the nagging edge of arcane hunger. This place, wherever it was, had nearly no magic to speak of.
Returning to Azeroth was, now, even more of a priority.
[OOC: For exwatcher]