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#13556547 Dec 05, 2017 at 11:55 PM
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"Three hundred sixty-five point seven three one by eleven hundred twenty one by forty-five point two."

The wind of the frozen cliffs ripped through the robes of the auburn-haired Pyromancer. Even his gloves could not fully protect his hands from the biting rushes of air. Nonetheless, he persisted with scrawling the coordinates of the ley line into the floating book in front of him as directed by Istan.

"Three hundred sixty-five point seven four one by eleven hundred twenty one by forty five point three."

He glanced up to see the young man further toward the edge of the icy cliff, staring down what appeared to be nothing, though Ilmarinen knew differently. All of these numbers together would draw out a line that only Istan could see and a destination that neither of them knew. Yet.

"Three hundred sixty-five point seven five one by eleven hundred twenty one by forty five point four."

It was odd to watch Istanogos on the precarious ledge of frozen tundra. In spite of the thin frame and faded blue robe struggling against the arctic blasts, the young man before him looked unfazed by the weather. Not even his wild, shoulder-length snow-colored hair moved to the wind's command.

"Three hundred sixty-five point seven six one by eleven hundred twenty one by forty five point four."

Thoughts drifted to the strange event at the senate meeting as he glanced at the setting sun. He wasn't sure what had made the darkness, nor did he know what could be done about it. His discussions with the young boy about it didn't yield any more results. A trick by a rogue mage? That seemed doubtful knowing the talents of the mages assembled. Was it something from the void? That seemed more likely, but there wasn't anything of evidence to siggest that it was thus. He did worry that the work he and Istan were doing might be related, but how...

"Ilmarinen?" inquired Istan as the Pyromancer realized the young man approaching him slowly. "You seem more distracted than usual."

The red-haired mage blinked once, then shook his head. "I think we've mapped the ley line enough for the day, Istan." Indeed, they had been working since the sun had risen, though daylight was brief this time of year in Northrend. Even a few hours exposed to the wind would cause health concerns for most humans.

Istan gave a brief shrug. "It's just as well, I guess," he replied casually, looking back over his shoulder to where he was tracing the ley line a few moments before. "I'm still concerned about how long this strange ley line is, and where it's going."

Ilmarinen peered over the young man's shoulder as if he could see the same thing. "It could take us months to find out where this leads. You are sure this one is not charted?"

The white-haired youth twisted his mouth as if he was unsure of how to answer. "If it is, it has changed its course. And besides, it doesn't feel normal. I swear it feels...darker, somehow, the more we travel down it."

"You still think it's somehow affected by the void?" The Pyromancer could only guess as to what the ley line looked or felt like, but it was his assumption baseed on Istan's repeated descriptions.

The young man sighed, turning his icy blue eyes back to Ilmarinen. "Do you think we could consult the Senate on this?"

The red-haired mage paused. It was unusual to hear Istan's desire to speak and interact with the Senate, considering that for most of the boy's life was spent avoiding the mageocracy. It wasn't that the boy hated Dalaran, but advice from just about everyone but Ilmarinen advised him to be cautious of mages that would be aware of his true dradonic nature. It seems like that caution was thrown away lately - and perhaps Istan was right to discard it. The blue dragonflight had changed dramatically since he was discovered by Ilmarinen on this very continent nearly ten years ago, and old rules set by a desceased aspect were difficult to keep up.

"Perhaps when the Senate re-convenes in the new year," the Pyromancer finally replied, absently stroking his auburn goatee. "We may have something else by then; something other than his strange ley line."

Istan shrugged again, walking with Ilmarinen away from the windswept cliff of ice with the sun finally disappearing below the horizon. "I don't know if we'll have any more than that, considering we've been at this for months. Besides, if this is a sign of something worse, we should probably not keep this to ourselves. Especially in light of the last Senator session you had attended."

The Pyromancer took a deep breath, coughing slightly against the bitter air. He was right, he thought internally. "Let's get some rest this evening and head to Dalaran tomorrow," he spoke with a grim tone. "We might as well not waste any more time than we already have."
#13563034 Dec 10, 2017 at 08:51 PM
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Ilmarinen sighed as he finished reading the press release attached to his door. He unlocked the magical bolt that secured his dormitory and pushed the door open to see his belongings arranged in an unfamiliar way.

"Istan," the Pyromancer whispered over his shoulder, "someone has been here."

Istan approached the door, glancing at the notice, then to Ilmarinen, then to the room within. "Do you know who?" questioned the young white-haired man.

"I'll know soon enough..." the red-haired mage closed his turquoise eyes, reaching out his right hand, palm outward, slowly rotating his palm to ninety degrees, which caused the entire room to glow softly. Though he deliberately shut himself from normal sight, he was able to view the outline of all of his belongings, even the furniture and wall decor. On objects that he knew were altered, he could sense very familiar signatures, and after a few matching arcane patterns, he lowered his hand and opened his eyes again.

"The city guard have been here," he replied softly, though louder than the previous whisper. "They were searching for something."

Istan turned around and looked out from the apartment to the city of Dalaran. "Do you think...they were after what we found?"

Ilmarinen didn't respond, but instead walked into the room slowly, looking over everything with the naked eye, noting particular objects that had been disturbed for clues as to what they were looking for. "I have yet to present my findings to the Senate. In fact, I doubt that most of them even know what we have been doing for the past several months. Trust me, I have been quiet about this."

"However," he continued as he held up a small paper from the floor that had his notes about various ley line search ideas in Northrend, "I don't think I should keep quiet about this much longer. If someone in the Senate knows, they may think we're intentionally trying to hide our findings."

Istan approached the other with a concerned look on his pale face. "Would they not ask you directly about our research if they were concerned? Why go to such a deceptive length?"

Ilmarinen twisted his mouth and stared at the note he had picked up, not responding for several moments. "One of the security protocols outlined in the press release noted that those who have had 'lapses' in their ring connection," he paused as he held up his right hand with the senate signet ring on his pinky finger, "and due to interference with your leyfinding, I've shut the ring off for very long periods of time while out in the field."

Icy eyes stared at the signet ring for a few moments, then frowned slightly. "Seems like a leash more than a ring."

The pyromancer ignored the comment and put down the paper upon a nearby shelf. "I will need to approach the ministers and chancellor immediately." He turned back to face Istan with an agitated look to his face. "I don't think it's wise to stay in Dalaran. If this is related to our research and I am detained for questioning, I'll need you to continue on your own."

The young man backed up a small step, quirking a snow-colored brow. "That seems a bit extreme, does it not?"

"You change shape, do you not?"

The retort seemed to clamp the young man's jaw shut. Though he did not reply, it was clear what Ilmarinen was trying not to rouse additional suspicion by having Istan around those that could detect his true nature.

"It's a precaution." Even after all these years, the pyromancer did not fully trust the politics of the mageocracy. A brief memory flashed in his mind all those years ago when he stood in front of the Kirin Tor and refused a high-ranking position; and those that his grandfather warned him about that reacted negatively to his refusal. Seventeen. Though most of that number were gone for various reasons, a few were still out there...

"Ward yourself and take flight as soon as you can," he continued as he put a hand on Istan's shoulder to lead them both out of Ilmarinen's domicile. "If I am being paranoid, I'll continue the research with you in short order. If what I fear is valid, then I will get a message sent to Peb'on."

The white-haired young man paused at the door frame, looking at Ilmarinen searchingly for a moment, then gave a quick, knowing nod. "I'm sure I will see you soon."

The pyromancer closed the door behind him, locking it, then placing a hand to the press release tacked to the door. The paper flashed, then dissipated with a slight arcane twinkle left behind. "I've acknowledged it so they will have no doubt that I am here. You will need to go quickly before we are noticed.

A slight glow enveloped Istan as he jumped into the air, his vertical leap followed by the sprouting of large, cobalt serpentine arms and legs, then azure wings, then torso and head. Where the young man once was, a skyrazor now hovered.

Ilmarinen nodded to the blue drake as it took off, the soft glow still enveloping it. He sighed and made his way from the apartment to the city center, hoping that it was all paranoia.

And if it was paranoia...what was really happening in Dalaran?
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