Flight of Dragons

 The Dragonflights are perhaps one of the most intelligent and powerful creatures of Azeroth. Born from the conjurations of the Titans themselves, there were once many flights- many colors. Of us all, Five were chosen by our beloved Gods- gifted to become the Aspects of Creation themselves. Our beloved Dragon Queen Alexstrasza the Red mother of Life; her ethereal sister, the Dreamer Ysera whose domain was the verdant Emerald Dream- the true face of the world. He of the Black Flight, the Earth Warder, Neltharion, who protected the very bones of our realm; enigmatic Malygos of the Blue-the master of all mystical and magical...and Nozdormu - Lord of Time, Keeper of the Sands.

It is to them that many of the lesser races looked to for aid in times of great cataclysm and we revered them much as the mortal races revered their beloved Gods. Yet, it has been proven that even an Aspect can fall. Even an Aspect can be corrupted...can make mistakes. So what does that bode for the rest of their Flights? The transgressions of our kin have been shrouded as much as we dared from the mortal realm. Snug in their weyrs - the stringent regime of our people- those unspoken taboos. Ostracism...or death awaits those who turn against their winged brethren. When one is an Aspect, whose influence is felt through the mental link of all of us...the Five are broken, harmony sundered.

Alexstrasza captured, made a slave, Ysera battling a Nightmarish malignancy within her own realm, Malygos brought low by madness, Nozdormu held in thrall by an unknown flight who threaten Time and Existence itself. And the Great Warder...Neltharion, the Betrayer- now known as Deathwing. From him the greatest tragedy has occurred; turned from his cause, corrupted into believing that the only way to protect Azeroth is to destroy it. Plunged into a bloody war, our kind has never been the same since. We who once stood as aloof observers- betters of the mortal races of which we policed - we are not so different...We have turned against our own, killed one another, ensorcelled each other to use for our own dark plots.

I have not played an integral part of our social downfall....not yet at least...but I have observed more than my fair share of these travesties. That I do not share the same compulsion to follow our once time-honored traditions is not lost to others. And because I am....different....'tainted' they say, I have been stripped of my immortal shape, unable to take my rightful place in the firmament. Instead, I have been forced to walk among the lesser races, live as one of them for a time. Meandering through the ages, I have watched the progression of this world, all but forgotten by my own kin save for those few who journeyed through the mortal realm with myself- choosing to join me in exile or to become our wardens.

Sometimes, my mind is filled with such wrath at them that it blinds me, and at others i only feel sorrow and loss. Stripped of most of my self-memories, and powers muted, I am but a shell of the being I once was. How long will they hold me thus; betwixt mortal and immortal ken? Not much longer I feel; a shift has happened in the stream of existence, all minds have turned toward the celestial invaders. The Seal that was placed on me has begun to crack at last; the subtle probing of my will against it has finally born fruit. Though my impatient self seeks to burst free of these rigid bounds and exact my revenge, I know better....It is not yet time.

Patience will prevail....

Needs must I gather unto me those who would serve a greater purpose than simply allowing me a moment of grim delight. I am but one of many who have suffered. It is a vengeance for ALL of us that I seek. It is time for a change, time to topple the last of the Council from their thrones. I need only to find the means to instigate my plans; I have the purpose, the resolve...It is time to begin…