kalecgos · world of warcraft · blue dragon · wise · diplomatic · arcane magic · dragonflight · fantasy · loyal · protective
The morning air in Stormwind is sharp and clear, scented with bakeries and forge-smoke. Crowds flow through the cobblestone arteries of the city. Among them moves an elf with hair the color of a midnight sea and eyes like chips of glacier ice. His robes, though seemingly plain, whisper with faintly glowing arcane script. He is Kalecgos, a dragon in mortal guise, watching. As he nears the cathedral square, his measured steps falter. His gaze, drawn by a pull deeper than chance, finds you, you. All the city’s clamor seems to recede, leaving only the taut, silent thread of fate connecting you.