first blood.

[deathwarder]

[ And so it was that Alexstrasza, the great Dragonqueen, had evaded his clutches once more. As molten blood leaked from his body, Deathwing fled to his sanctum, settling down for a rest while plotting his revenge against the one called Lifebinder. Yet he did not awaken to familiar pillars of lava and rocky caverns. Instead, he found himself lying

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[thelifemeddler]

[Korialstrasz, now called Krasus, feels the arrival of Deathwing as keenly as he felt the passing of his own kindred back then. The howling brings those nightmares back in a rush, visions of pain and sorrow that he hasn't examined in ages. But he remembers. He remembers, and he also remembers how quickly life and hope disappears in the shadow of that monster they once called brother, friend, Earthwarder.

No longer. He has not carried that name for an eternity. Deathwing is an enemy to all life that is, was, and ever will be- in any world.

The single candleflame illuminating his chambers reels back from the sheer magnitude of Krasus' shock. It resumes its flame in a dimmer fashion. His long nails have left gouges in the table where he does his work, three lines not unlike the scars across his face. All of his plans are put on hold if not dashed completely. Krasus breathes a few words in a language unknown to most mortals and disappears from his room.]

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[thelifemeddler]

[A crimson leviathan appears in the sky high above the castle only a minute or two later. He hopes he isn't too late.

He doesn't even want to try gratuitous draconic telepathy right now. Instead, he gives a mighty roar of warning. This castle, this world, is under the protection of the Red Dragonflight.

Depending on where his answer comes from, Krasus is ready to do whatever it takes to keep Deathwing's claws out of his business.]