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Thrall: *moves to sit down in his throne again* Dragons, is it? I’m more than familiar with the dragons, their aspects, and their kin. But they are the ones who helped to shape this world into what it is, and they should not be disrespected.
*The image from the holocube changes to show the varoius war fronts and conquests that have been documented to date* Perhaps you are lucky in having a variant that did not originate from Tiamat. However, your planet is not far from the front. A front we have been slowly losing.
Thrall: I see what you are saying.. *continues to watch the holocube* And you say that the dragons are headed here? Surely the aspects will stop them where they stand. There are powers at work every day on this planet that even myself, the Warchief, does not understand.
*within the next few moments, a small spikey haired blood elf bustles into the room, loudly screaming with happiness. He is being chased by a sandy-red-headed blood elf, and he is fleeing from him. The youngster promptly pushes past Seferia and hides behind Thrall’s throne, giggling*
Seferia: *releases a momentary gasp as she is shoved past. She then blinks before shaking her head at the intrusion* Unusual.. *she then turns her attention back to Thrall and changes the holocube’s images to display the various battles with Tiamat’s brood* Your aspects might help, but they are likely to fall like so many other planetary protectors. Hence, we wish to press that you join our interplanetary alliance.
Clawina: *lifts her head up in distaste at the children that just interrupted the meeting* Open meeting hall… hrmph.
Thrall: *ignores the children, mostly because they’re not doing any harm, nor any harm is coming to them* I am confident that the aspects will be able to do something. And even if it is not, its beyond my calling to make such a decision for my entire planet.
*the older red-headed male stops when he sees the foreign creatures in Thrall’s throne room, then wanders up behind them, reaching out to grab at Clawina’s tail* Wow, is this for real?
Clawina: *Releases a warning growl at the child* That is not a toy. Do not play with it. *Shaking her head, she looks straight at Thrall* Very well then, who is it that we should be speaking to? If you are not the one who can have your people join, who can?
Seferia: Perhaps a display of the power of Tiamat’s brood would convince you.
Thrall: I can speak for my Horde, but not for the entire planet… I would have to call forth the leaders of all factions and towns for such a decision… I cannot make something like that alone. *lowers his head* I do not want to make a decision like that alone.
*the male blood elf seems amused* It is real then? *tries to bite into it*
Clawina: *tenses as the fur on her tail fluffs up due to the pain she is experiencing. However, she keeps it still so that she doesn’t hurt the boy* Yes, it is real. Now, stop that. *hisses then speaks out to Thrall* And where would we find these other leaders? I can have Seferia here summon them all as long as we have their locations.
Thrall: *calls out to the boy* Leave our visitors alone, youngster. *shakes his head* The king of Stormwind can be found in… Stormwind. The leader of the Dwarves can be found in Ironforge. But you would be better to talk to Jaina and the king… and the leader of the Kirin Tor, in Dalaran. *folds his arms* If we are all collected there, I beleive a proper joint decision could be made on behalf of everyone.
Seferia: *narrows her eyes, reading Thrall’s mind as he speaks of the various leaders* Very well. *She turns and nods to her queen* I shall be back shortly, my lady. *with that, she heads out of the meeting hall and moves toward a more open space so that she can use her magics to try to grasp onto the beings that Thrall spoke of and pull them to her location*
Thrall: *wanders outside* What are you doing? *grunts* You’re going to bring them in here? Don’t. You’re going to cause a fight, and possibly aggrivate conditions more than they are. I already told you where to go for this kind of meeting.
Clawina: *snorts as she watches the warchief leave the room. She then begins to follow him. If the elf were to still hold onto her tail, she’d just ignore him and drag him along with her as she moves*
Seferia: *opens up her eyes* So, you think this “Dalaran” place would be better than our ship? *she waves her hand toward the ship in the near distance. Being meant for diplomatic missions, it is a decent sized shuttle with a meeting room and a kitchen. It also has a few living area rooms*
Thrall: The… the king of Stormwind is narrowminded and easily angered. If not met on neutral ground he could prove hostile. To put him in the middle of Orgrimmar could result in catastrophic results and I do not want to see that if it can be prevented. Hmm. *glances off in the distance* The ship would be fine.
Seferia: In that case, I shall do everything in my power to escort these representatives to our ship. *turning around to respectfully bow to her queen, she closes her eyes. Shortly after closing her eyes, her body begins to shift and distort. The fur pulls in toward her skin while the texture of her skin begins to ripple with layered scales. She lowers her head as her head and snout begin to elongate. Meanwhile, her arms spread out as her wingers elongate to form the structuring for two sets of wings. As she changes into her true dragon form, her armor shifts as well so that it becomes a silver metallic plating that protects her weak points among other things. Once she’s fully transformed, she opens her eyes then rears up to stretch out her wings*
Thrall: You should be very careful where you do that… I shall have to instruct the guards at once that you are not a monster, and that they should refrain from slaying you! A dragon loose in the city is never taken very kindly.
Seferia: *shakes her herself off, as if she were covered in dust. She then lowers her head to look at Thrall* ~Then, I suppose it is good that I moved outside the city to where our ship is first, hm?~ *gives him a cocky grin before she takes a few steps closer to the ship. She then lowers her head once more and begins making what sounds like a hum. As she uses the hum to concentrate on her magic, she begins to summon the representatives from the various cities that Thrall had mentioned*
Clawina: *crosses her arms and looks at Thrall* I would fear more for your guards than for my second in command. She is a direct spawn of Tiamat. I am lucky to have found her egg and have raised her.
Thrall: *backs up slightly as the other representitives are teleported into the ship, half expecting a fight from one of the others* I hope there are measures in place to stop people from starting a fight. I would hate to see somebody lose an arm. Or a limb. *gruffs*
Seferia: *chuckles then gives Thrall a haughty smile* ~Oh, there is a force indeed. There’s me.~ *the scales on her neck momentarily bristle as she turns her attention to the delegates that are beginning to appear*
Clawina: *hisses as the human king, Varian, appears next to her. Her fur bristles in agitation at the very scent of the human. However, she simply snorts and moves away from him*
*Seeing as the ship still has its hatch open up for access, if the two blood elf boys had followed the group, they would be able to easily sneak onto the ship’s deck and various other rooms*
Thrall: *looks around the room, then sticks out his lower jaw again, making a gruff sound* We’re all gathered here because a threat looms over our planet. Blame me all you like for your problems or accusations of war-mongering and violence, but your attention should be here right now – *motions to Seferia and Clawina* Talk to them for your answers.
*a loud banging begins to go on outside, as one of the nearby Orc residents poke and kick the landed ship, wondering if it will break when he does enough damage*
Clawina: *insures that everyone that is needed is in the ship. She then releases a faint grunting noise before stepping toward the holoprojector controls. Soon enough, she begins making the same explanations and displays that Seferia had made to Thrall not too long ago*
Seferia: *remains outside the ship for obvious reasons, being that her dragon form can’t fit inside. However, she hisses as she hears a banging noise. So, she steps over to investigate. Soon enough, her shadow looms over the Orc* ~Do not do that.~
*the Orc continues to bang on the ship, seeming amused* But this be made out of shiney. Me investigating. I want to know why it here. If it good for supplies, we Orc come and pull it apart for city.
Thrall: *just folds his arms and stands back, allowing Clawina to explain*
*meanwhile, the elf fight that had occured around the throne room has come down to the ship. The smaller male has run down to the ship to investigate it. He tries to get onboard, soon finding the open door. He grins and promptly hides inside, yelping as his older brother finds him and goes inside, causing him to run in further*
Clawina: *is completely unaware of the elves that have sneaked onto her ship. Instead, she continues to explain the interplanetary alliance and how the war between the Horde and the Alliance on Azeroth means little in comparison to the impending dangers of Tiamat’s brood. She also explains how they have already managed to mitigate peace amongst several warring factions, such as humanity and just about everyone else, including her own people.*
Seferia: *is also too busy with the Orc to have noticed the two small children enter. Instead, she just presses her snout against the Orc’s chest and snorts* ~This is not good material for anything of yours. Be gone or you will not have an arm to gather those materials with.~
*If the elves make it to the living quarters, they would find that the most prominent room is filled with several pieces of plush furniture and other finely crafted materials. Meanwehile, the only other room with any signs of having had someone rest in it is Seferia’s room, which is rather plain and simple. However, there are a few assorted gems that have been hoarded into the room from time to time*
*the smaller male runs into Clawina’s living quarters, immediately amazed at the plush furniture. He climbs onto a couch and sprawls out on it, grinning to himself. This causes him to be immediately found by his brother just minutes later, who also decides to relax on the room furniture*
Orc: You threaten me? Gorchek no like being threatened by big smelly creature. I like my arm too, so I’m not going to touch your smelly ship. It smells of poo. *kicks it for good measure before walking off*
Seferia: ~Right…~ *snorts then moves to lay down at the entrance to the ship. Shaking her head, she eyes off the various orcs in the area as she keeps guard*
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