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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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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...

Thirty years?

[Oh Light-]

I guess I would look pretty different, thirty years from now. But an Archmage? The Archmages and I don't get along too well, I doubt they'd want me to be one.

Well--

[His ears pin against his hair, like a cat's.]

You are one of the greatest mages alive. I imagine that counts for something.

[He can't help but laugh a little.]

One of the greatest, really? [He has a little trouble believing that.]

I have not met your future self in person-- I am not that important, I am afraid-- but you did some incredible things in Outland, or so the story goes.

[He's only visited Outland briefly, to run an errand.]

I suppose it can be hard to see the storm when you are in it.

I've never heard of Outland. Something from the future then, I'm guessing?

[He hasn't even tried leaving the continent yet.]

Storm. That's definitely a comforting thought for the future.

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