Grim Views

"Thank you for the training, Nerisen. The Grim acknowledge your service." Emmons had just finished his last lesson at the rogue academy at Silvermoon. The city was too alive for him, but he found comfort in the shadows of Murder Row, and the Blood Elf trainers were second to none. A faint whisper caught his ear as he strolled out of the building. Who was it? He stood in the middle of Murder Row, examining his surroundings, checking for any possible unseen assailants but seeing no one. It couldn't have been a noise from his hearthstone, a whisper would have been drowned out by Chingaso's hateful bellowings towards one of the new Blood Knights. He heard it again, this time clearer. He was sure it was that strange tongue he had heard so many times before. It was not Gutterspeak or Orcish, yet oddly he understood it. There it was again, slightly more audible, he could almost make it out. Come... Was it calling him? Calling him where? Come Emmons and realize yourself. Emmons was blinded by a bright light, for a moment time itself seemed to stand still and suddenly he found himself once again in the dark cave he had seen so many times in his dreams, and been once before.

A young blood elf stepped forward from the shadows. Emmons' hand went directly to the hilt of his new dagger. "You will not be needing those," the blonde elf spoke softly, and Emmons found his blades suspended in the air, meters above his head. "Emmons, you can understand this odd tongue, yes?" Emmons nodded and relaxed his clenched fist. "Yes, you will suit us, we have been watching you for some time." He was confused, but it soon melted away to awe as the elf before him grew in size and sprouted wings. The fair skin turned to a scaly copper color and soon in front of him was a new figure, a fully grown drake of the Bronze Dragonflight. His deep voice bellowed out, "Welcome home, Emmons." Home? What does he mean? Home is Lordaeron. "No doubt you are confused, Emmons. There will be time for explanation soon, but the Bronze Dragonflight needs you now. Andormu has erred. He has become desperate to fix the timestream, and is allowing anyone of strength to enter the Caverns of Time. There are those that would take advantage of this." Emmons listened on intently. "We are tasking you, Retainer of Bronzeblood..." Retainer of Bronzeblood? "You must protect the Caverns, the Timestream...Gather the most powerful of your most trusted. We will teach you everything of our flight, and in turn you will teach them. Purge the timestream of those who corrupt it, be they the Infinite, the Alliance, the Horde...or even Grim. You are with us now, we will call you Indozmu and you will form this Brotherhood of the Bronze Wing. Hide the Brotherhood well, secrecy will be your weapon..."

Emmons took the Dragon's words to heart. He had many question, but knew the dragon would keep his word and would answer them later, though he was slowly coming to conclusions as to why he was being chosen. Nagging suspicions he had had ever since the strange events surrounding Syreena, Vuudu, and those whelplings that always seemed to bother him. He quickly put these thoughts aside and got down to the task. The most powerful of my most trusted...he knew precisely whom to speak with first, and he set out to find Razev.

by Razev

"Too much to do, not enough time to doit." Razev sighs. "At least some things never change."

In the Mage's Quarters of Undercity, Razev waslooking through his quarters. It had been some time since he hadreturned here since the Portal had opened. And there was much todo, much that needed to be written down, catalogued, and filed aboutwhat Razev had seen and what he had done. Thrall's ancestryalone... Much to do.

So, when Emmons appeared from the shadows,Razev was unprepared. "Dammit Emmons, do any of you rogues knowhow to knock? Locks aren't meant to be simple decorations. Well, you're here now, what is it?"