Rakaenormi stared into the hourglass before her. The grains of sand dropped one.. by one.. by one. Until they stopped. It had come. The Hour of Twilight had arrived. The device was knocked off of her desk as the entire temple shook. As it clashed with the stone floor, the glass shattered into mere shimmering shards. The dragon in her blood elven form looked down upon the mound of sand. It trembled, as did the temple. Turning away and glancing out of a nearby arched window, she saw him.
Deathwing.
Leaving the remains of the timepiece on the floor, she departed the chamber, going down a spiralling staircase. She emerged at the lowest floor of the temple, as there was a flurry of activity around her. Hopefully, someone would have gotten the message.
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Rakaenormi stood alone within the centre of the vast room. Her kin scurried around her, adopting a range of mortal forms for everyday convenience. She herself preferred a blood elf's appearance; it was much more attractive than a gnome or human. Sighing lightly, she glanced briefly at the open archways that surrounded the ground floor of Wyrmrest Temple. Screams and roars could be equally heard outside, as the siege of the sacred temple had begun. Looking up towards the cieiling, she could see cracks form across the fantastical images that decorated it. The work of the Titans was being tarnished. And for what?
With a look of remorse, she gazed down upon the stone flooring. Those that she awaited would be arriving soon. She knew that they would.
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((Rakaenormi awaits you people upon the ground floor of the temple. You people have been specifically picked by your Aspects, or you've just heard of the venture, or you got that note from the signup thread. Your entry is completely down to you. Just be careful, because Deathwing and black/twilight dragons besiege the temple outside. The second we get everyone inside and made note of, we'll be heading off. I also don't want any combat, yet. We'll get plenty of dragons + cultists to eat/shred/molest on our way out.
Just note, that if anyone in this roleplay is absent for more than 5 days, you will be written out by myself. Be that a gruesome death, or your dragon showing its cowardice and fleeing. I want to atleast try to keep this moving. It's not going to be a short RP; I'll tell you that.))