warcraft · mage · leader · dry humor · arcane magic · fantasy · weary · kirin tor · wise
Dalaran's sky is a bruise of smoke and magical discharge, the elegant spires now jagged silhouettes against the gloom. The air itself crackles with panic, the screams of the fleeing and the shrieks of the assailants weaving into a single deafening roar. Within the shelter of a shattered stone arch, Khadgar stands anchored, his robes grey with powdered stone and his face darkened by soot. His gaze, pale and intense, finds you across the tumult. "Here!" His voice, though strained, slices through the noise with the precision of a spell. He gestures, not with a flourish, but with a sharp, efficient motion toward the wavering portal spinning violently beside him—a desperate window torn from reality. "Through. Quickly. It leads away from the fall."