[Seviilia is broadcasting to all the orbs she is able to reach, including those not in the sanctums. After all, the message is relevant to anyone who happens to give a damn about their own lives -- and it would discourage others from coming anywhere near her hideaway, which was now smack in the middle of a large amount of enemy territory.

She would probably need to relocate. Pity.

Her investment in the Dragon War is small, and her investment in the Dragonsworn is even smaller -- but she is not sure if she is able to broadcast to the one or two people she would care to notify of a new threat, so she is forced to warn everyone.

And she does not look particularly cheery about it. She has not even spoken to most of the 'sworn, after all -- not even her own.]

Those of you who are keeping up with current events might be interested to know that there is hostile movement in the north.

[ooc: Just a small political update.]

[The paladin in his Lightsworn armor looks fairly grim -- coincidentally enough, the exact sort of look you'd expect from someone who spent a week dodging capture by hostile forces. Despite this, he looks none the worse for wear, no visible injuries or exhaustion. Behind him, his borrowed nightsaber yawns and stretched lazily, somewhat damaging the dignity of his message.]

[He is sending this message out to each sanctum, indiscriminate in his supply of information.]

I have mentioned this to a few people, but history is not proceeding according to how my modern studies of it say it should. The emergence of demons from the Well of Eternity is supposed to have led to certain events that have not occurred or have occurred differently in Azeroth. That, in and of itself, isn't surprising, since Azeroth's timeline has been riddled so full of holes that Kael'thas Sunstrider's mental state looks solid in comparison. But it does lead to certain questions.

To seek the answers, I borrowed a nightsaber from the Silverglen elves and have spent time traveling along the outer borders of what I know the Dragonsworn to have experienced, to determine what else is out there. I found what I more or less expected to find -- four hostile empires, inhabited by three different races, which appear to correlate with what history told me I should expect. The trolls broke the aqir, the Kaldorei broke the trolls, and now the demons are close to breaking Kalimdor itself... so it's education time, and I hope you're listening.

The aqir were a race of insectoid creatures, alien to us in many ways and yet as intelligent and disciplined as us. If not more so. They are, and I must stress this very highly -- [Mar taps the scrying orb, to make the point clear] -- creations of the Old Gods, and as such, their loyalties lie entirely with those great evils. They are not invincible, though. The actual aqir empire, Azj'Aqir, has been broken by the troll empires after a very long war, and now they exist in two or three separate places.

[To help the view orient, Mar shifts backwards to point to his left.] The northern descendants of the Aqir are the Nerubians, who maintain an empire far greater than it looks because it's primarily underground. They're pretty fervently xenocidal, but actually make very little appearance in the history books after the Sundering until just recently since they ended up in Northrend, where many other races that would oppose them weren't. For all their power, however, they are unable to win a war of attrition. If the Burning Legion reaches them, they will fall to its superior numbers just as they fell to the resurrecting waves of the Scourge in my time. That may be our only hope to persuade them to aid us.

To the south, the quiraji are probably holed up in an old Titan research center they call Ahn'Qiraj. [Mar grimaces slightly.] I say 'probably' because there was no way I could reach it to confirm, but I have no reason to doubt that history has fallen out here as it did as I know it. They're much worse than the Nerubians because of this, since AQ -- [Yep, he just used the initials] -- is the prison of the Old God C'thun, and remember who made these guys to begin with? The only advantages we have are that first, historically speaking, they won't muster the strength for another massive war for several millennia after the Sundering, and that second, they're no more allies of the Legion than we are.

[The paladin allows a moment for absorption, but then continues on. The news doesn't really get any better, after all.]

On the other side of the continent, we have the trolls. The trolls are one of the most ancient races of Azeroth, perhaps the original humanoid race -- without getting into the races created by the Curse of Flesh, at any case. My guess is that the progenitor tribe of trolls, the Zandalari, is already in hiding by this point in preparation for the Sundering, leaving us to deal with two of its descendent empires, the Amani and the Gurubashi.

I'm not privy to the histories of the night elves, who... I should probably mention are descended from the trolls, but changed by the influence of the Well of Eternity, much the same way as we Sin'dorei are descended from the Kaldorei and changed by exposure to the Sunwell. [That's right -- the fair-skinned, shorter elf is a distant cousin to the ones you've all been meeting!] Judging from the present boundaries of the Amani Empire, the Kaldorei have cut through it just as history speaks of. I'd expect to find them on the decline internally, although they certainly mustered enough of a response to keep me from any investigating. The Gurubashi empire is stronger and more cohesive, probably because of its location.

Keep in mind that these twin empires defeated Ajz'Aqir and broke the power of the aqir, and yet with the power of the Well of Eternity behind them, a small splinter sect broke them effortlessly. [A snap of the fingers punctuates the statement.] This is the force we have to deal with, augmented by the might of the Burning Legion.

I also am going to emphasize that all four of these empires are hostile. Not one of them took my effort at diplomatic contact as anything other than an opportunity to capture me, and it's only because I had a borrowed nightsaber and am experienced in running the hell away that I'm here to deliver this message to you. Do not approach them on your own.

[Mar is being serious, which should tell anyone who knows him just how much he means his words.]

Another thing to consider is that several races I should have been able to find, I did not. The mantid, the vrykul, and the mogu are probably the biggest three missing races. The mogu and the mantid may simply be buried behind the Gurubashi where we're presently unable to pass. but the vrykul... the vrykul are odd anyway.

I'm giving everyone this information not to encourage you to go running off to see the cool other races of Azeroth, but so you have the information, and so it informs us all as we continue to make decisions and efforts to oppose the Burning Legion. Be mindful.

[And at this, Mar rests a hand on the orb -- dismissing his message, but remaining present so anyone else could speak to him further if they so desired.]

[ TO ALL FLIGHTS ]

[ For the first time since those kidnapped by the elves of Sin'thalas were recovered and returned to their respective Flights, someone else is seeing fit to make use of the scrying orbs. An image of a redhaired human woman with bright green eyes becomes visible, wearing an overly serious expression on her face and aqua-coloured powerarmor that's a little too modern and plain science-fictiony for the current era on Azeroth.

Contrary to the armor's colour, the heavy grey cloak worn over it bears a shoulder clasp in red and gold, signifying her true allegience. ]


Hello. I am Agent Carolina, formerly of UNSC Project Freelancer. Now with the Red Dragonflight.

Some of you have been here a while, others may be newly arrived. But we've all been brought here for the same purpose - helping to fight a demon horde that plans on spreading out across to other worlds, other dimensions, such as our own. Things may not be well between our respective flights, but if we are going to make any progress against our common enemy, then the dragonsworn need to be able to work together. We've already proven that we can, after recent events. [A slight downturn of lips - well, except for having to regrind rep with Silverglen: not fun.]

So to that end, at the start of each month the Redsworn will be hosting an open gathering within our Sanctum, open to all flights to attend for a few hours. Those interested in coming should contact someone they know in the Redsworn, or meet some of us at the clearing near to Silverglen Village. We'll then escort you in. Those who are disruptive will be removed. [deadeyes the orb] And you won't be welcome to future gatherings without your Flight's dragon mage having it cleared with ours. [because they need more work, obviously] To my fellow Reds - mind your manners, or you get to explain your behaviour to the Dragonqueen up front and in person.

[ Don't think that she won't personally frogmarch you directly to Alexstrasza herself if need be. ]

I recommend bringing something to contribute to the pot, if you can, or some alternative if you don't eat meat.

Our first gathering is tonight. If you're coming, we'll see you then.


[ With that, her hand passes over the orb and her image vanishes. ]

[To all Sanctums.]

[The young woman that appears on the new-fangled orb things may look an awful lot like someone some of the dragonsworn encountered in their dreams during the previous month. Instead of being in a black leather jacket, Rose is wearing a scale-patterned mail with a slight greenish cast to the metal, a dark green cloak and a pretty large sword across her back. What could be seen of her location showed a heavily forested area where an eagle may be seen briefly at one point.

Alright, let's see if this thing actually works.]

Listen up, Dragonsworn. Yes, all of you - Red, Bronze, Blue and Black. I'm talking to you. I'm Rose Hathaway from the Green Flight for those of you who don't actually know who I am.

So, we've got a huge giant mess in front of us with these elves. We of the Green Flight are the only one that doesn't have someone sitting captive inside Sin'thalas. Instead of fluffing up some nice comfy pillows and taking a nap while you all deal with this problem, we're going to help.

'Cause we're nice like that.

Me and some of my flightmates have secured the area around this communication app the dragon mages put in place for us. It's outside of Sin'thalas, far enough away to not be part of their daily patrols, but close enough to use as a base camp. We've set up a concealed camp here and fortified the position. This is where we need to work from to get our people back.

And these are our people. I don't care what color each captive flies - we were all brought here for the same purpose, and by god, we're going to work together to get them out of there. To do that, we've gotta be on the same page.

I want representatives of each flight to come to the Sin'thalas camp once you know what your flight's stance on this and possible solution to it. Give me a heads up as to who to expect so I can keep the plant life from eating you. Let's keep the numbers to no more than three per flight.

We're waiting.