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Who: Khadgar
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Dec. 1st.

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[His cloak is missing, that's the first thing he notices. And it annoys him, that was a good cloak, very comfortable, very warm. The next thing he remember is that he had just killed the Guardian, which makes him roll onto the floor in a panic (knocking the communicator down and on) and try to find a mirror to double check his eyes.

Once he's reassured that there's no green glow lingering, he heaves a sigh of relief. And turns his focus to the communicator. Which... he knows how it works? And picks it up.]

I can't be here. I have things to do, people depending on me! [Kind of.] There's a war and-

I need to get back to my friends! They need me!

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[He wanders because of course he does. Khadgar has found himself in a strange place, subject to the whims of whoever or whatever was responsible for his and everyone else being there. He wanted to know whatever he can, carefully keeping a couple spells at the edge of his thoughts in case someone tries to attack him.

Eventually he stops to take in the view of the stars, somehow looking much younger than he really is as he looks out. And suddenly feeling very small.]

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[Ah, this seems familiar. He's... definitely been in that situation before.]

I'm-- I'm sorry, but you can't go back. Not yet. If you calm down a moment, I can explain...

[He's going to stare because- oh hello, he knows what race you are! Maybe!]

How can I calm down?

[He huffs.]

Well, if you'd like to scream into the abyss for a while, you may feel better afterward. But when you are done, you should know that we are far removed from our timelines.

It might.

[It won't. Being frustrated though at least exhausts him so he has to calm down at some point though.

He lets out a huff though.]

That shouldn't be possible.

It shouldn't, but I've gone home and returned, or at least I have memories of doing so. The magic that brought us here is very strong-- stronger than the guardians of my world who ought to prevent such tampering.

[He rubs at his nose.]

We've been brought here for entertainment. Like a stage play, except we are the actors and there is no curtain. If there is an audience we've yet to actually see them, though occasionally, representatives of the kidnappers speak to us. They are thoroughly incapable of giving a straight answer about anything.

That means there is a way back then.

This certainly isn't entertaining to me and probably not to anyone where I come from. I can't imagine anyone here would either and they can't be allowed to get away with that.

There is, but I have yet to find it. We're not severed from our timelines-- only temporarily removed. I think that tether might be the key to sending us home by our own will. All I know is that we have no control over it whatsoever.

Light knows I can't get my portals to work, and I am normally quite good at those.

[His ears pin against his dark hair.]

The best we can hope for is a clue, perhaps some way to-- to organize, and then use what powers we retain against our captors. But it is rarely so easy.

['Light?'

Some things are sounding, and looking, too familiar.]

I'm decent enough at teleporting but I haven't tried yet. I have nothing to write the symbols on the ground with.

[He wishes he had a notebook. Too bad the Guardian burned the one all his research had been in.]

Easy or not, we'll figure something out.

[Yes, well...]

You still have to write the runes out? [He sounds a little judging. A little.] I suppose some worlds are just that behind...

The most I can do here is teleport onto a nearby ship-- except the Marsiva, of course. They are hiding something, I am sure of it.

[Rude!]

My training didn't exactly have a focus on teleporting. I never needed to until I renounced my vows.

[Except the Marsiva, huh?]

I should try looking around while I can then.

Your vows...? [All right, he's curious. It's been a long time since he met another mage who actually studied rather than flying by the seat of his pants (sorry, Eithan).] -- Ah, my apologies. I should not pry.

You probably won't find anything... but if you do, don't hesitate to share.

It's fine. My vows as Guardian Novitiate for my world. I was supposed to take on the duty of protecting it one day but I didn't agree with the idea of one person being responsible for protecting everyone. It wasn't- It wasn't right.

Can't hurt to try.

[Oh dear.] I cannot fault you for your decision. People are always stronger together... my father taught me that.

[Belth still considers himself rather weak, but there's not much he can do about that except continue to train. He doesn't need to kill people in order to prove his worth.]

Eat the food while you can. It's considerably better than the rations they give us on the smaller ships.

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That's always my opinion. Unfortunately, the Archmages never really thought much of that opinion.

[That'll teach them, now that there's no Guardian anymore. And Khadgar would happily make himself available for training.]

I'll keep that in mind.

Obviously they didn't want to do any of the work. Bureaucracy is always like that.

[Belthazar has ever been in the pursuit of knowledge-- something many magisters lack.]

What is your augment, by the way? That would be the thing in your neck... and no, don't touch it. You'll have a very bad time of it if you do.

They probably didn't! I actually wouldn't be too surprised.

[This is Khadgar, he loves learning new things.

And good call, his hands moves up towards it at the question, only stopping when he's told not to.]

Ah, communications?

They sound like Silvermoon's magisters. [Bluh.]

I'm a cook-- Belthazar, of the Bishop. If you, ah, need anything.

Silvermoon? I know that name.

[So it's not just a coincidence, how he looks.]

It's nice to meet you, Belthazar. I'm not much of a cook. My name is Khadgar.

What?

[It's not the mention of Silvermoon that surprises him, but the name that comes after.]

[His mouth sorta falls open and stays like that for about ten, fifteen seconds.]

What? K-- Khadgar? Archmage Khadgar, legendary wizard who was thought lost to the Nether?

You... you must be--

[He covers his mouth and looks critical.]

Lying! You're barely more than a boy! [SAYS THE GUY WHO LOOKS MAYBE FIFTEEN AT BEST]

What?

[Archmage? Legendary?]

I don't know about being legendary or an Archmage but I know who I am! And I'm seventeen, hardly a boy!

[Belthazar turns away for a moment. He's mumbling to himself.]

I suppose it could be a matter of timelines, but still, to be taken from such a young age! And there is hardly anything written that I can verify about his personal life. Perhaps I could test him, but his abilities would certainly be above my own-- what an embarrassment. I've already disrespected...

[When he returns, it's with a discerning look.]

I think Atroma has done something with the timelines again. May I ask about current events in your time?

[That's more than a little concerning. And confusing. And he missed a lot of that.]

That's common?

[Okay. Fine then.]

Ah, orcs have invaded Azeroth. They're using fel and tainting, well, everything. You can practically smell it.

My father was taken from a time before he knew me.

[So... there's that.

His eyes widen. That's no trick of the light-- they're fel-green.]

By the Light! That was more than thirty years ago! No wonder...

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