Jaws of the Apocalypse - Chapter 3'It's good to see you, Alexstrasza!' Deathwing boomed triumphantly. 'I have been busy in my absence. Twisting your pitiful whelps into mindless abominations, bent only to my will... it was a very... painful process!'The mad Aspect was nearly upon them. The shield that had deflected lesser drakes would be utterly useless against him. This was Thrall's only chance.'Now, Thrall!' urged Kalecgos.Thrall held up the Dragon Soul. He felt the energies swirling within. He felt the power of the Aspects, trapped inside, forming the core, and Deathwing's might, forming the matrix and bindings of the disc. Using his skills as a Shaman, he calmed hi
Verdant FieldsLife.That was what emanated from this land. In every conceivable way, from every corner, every crevasse, life permeated this place. Everywhere, the grass was green, the fields were both wild and tilled, the forests were dense and filled with animals. Flowers and trees grew and took on lives of their own. Spirits walked the land, not the souls of the departed, but the very essences of the life that saturated this place. The people, the Pandaren, were eminently matched to this place. They too were full of life – living for its own sake, living to be alive and feel joy and to eat, drink, sleep, and breathe.Frostblight had never felt so
Jaws of the Apocalypse - Chapter 2Atop the shattered peak of Wyrmrest Temple, the Aspects gathered, assuming their mortal forms for several reasons – to make Thrall more comfortable in their presence, to escape the enemy's notice as much as possible, and because the pinnacle of the tower was simply too small to house four full-sized dragon Aspects. Alexstrasza the Life-Binder's mostly elven form boasted majestic draconic horns curling above her head and eyes that glowed with a warm, crimson radiance. Ysera the Awakened also had horns, albeit much smaller ones, and her eyes and hair shone emerald on her elven head. Kalecgos – successor to Malygos the Spellweaver &n
Jaws of the Apocalypse - Chapter 1"Get inside, quickly!"Thrall, and the members of the Earthen Ring escorting him, had reached the base of Wyrmrest Temple. Safely concealed within his robes was the prize he and others had fought so hard and suffered so much to obtain: the Dragon Soul. Stolen from the twisting passages of Time itself by Nozdormu and the other Aspects, the golden disc represented the world's last, best hope to stop the rampaging Aspect of Death, Neltharion – or as he was known now, Deathwing.Thrall had tried to carry the Dragon Soul to Wyrmrest without incident, but somehow, the Twilight's Hammer – and the Forgotten Ones, monstrous minions of the
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