(2025-01-26) The Vortex Pinnacle (S15 E3 - Blue Squad Log)

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Author:	Luridel
Summary:	Blue Squad goes on a rescue mission in the Vortex Pinnacle. The rescue part of the mission is easier than expected. Thunderfury is at home. Aviana might have saved her hero, but maybe that was just Colson. Silvestre is superior to the air elemental assassins. Azizia has some very controversial opinions about dragons. Dane yells at clouds. Azizia wears a hair net. Cressidha doesn't. ~4.9k words.
Rating:	T for Teen

Arc: Season 15: The Sands of Uldum

As White Squad departs, Cressidha turns to her team.

Atley sips more water. "Hope you lot are ready for a fight. We've three objectives for doing this. I'll go over it once we're all assembled."

Sil nods. "I'm ready."

"Azizia will be here very soon," Cressidha says.

Colson nods. "Understood." He looks ready for a fight. Maybe it's just his face? But also he is kind of a battle paladin.

Azizia, as if on cue, reaches the group. "Hello, Blue Squad," she bows.

Sil waves to Azizia in greeting.

"Azizia, good afternoon." Cressidha hands her a few bottles of water, paying attention to Dane.

Atley grunts at Azizia and raises his waterskin. "Right then. Primarily, General Ammantep has charged us with rescuing a civilian leader of the Orsis, taken captive. Someone named 'Itesh.'"

"That's got to be top priority, right?" Sil says. "I hope we're not too late."

Atley continues, "Secondly, we need to show King Phaoris and his High Council that victory can be had against Al'Akir and his minions."

Colson inhales deeply, readying himself for what will come. "Understood," he repeats. He's understanding.

Atley grunts. "Today will be the win they need to strengthen their resolve against these wretches. Thirdly, we show Al'akir and his minions that the races of this world will not be undone so easily." Atley looks between them. "How's that sound, then?"

"And that he is in wrong. We stop Al'akir by all cost today," Azizia nods.

"Al'Akir may not be present," Cressidha tells Azizia just like she told Alysson earlier.

Sil nods. "All three of those fit together. We rescue Itesh and strike a blow against the Windlord."

Atley points at Azizia. "I shall be deferring to your expertise after we venture in. This is your speciality, afterall. Mount up, you lot."

Colson inclines his head. "I will stand beside you on any battlefield, Dane," Colson says, repeating an old vow.

Colson mounts up.

Cressidha unrolls her carpet and climbs on.

Atley peers at Colson and inclines his head.

Sil hops on Nimbus.

As they get closer to Skywall, Cressidha's control over her carpet seems to cost her more concentration, or perhaps more mana, to keep it on course.

Thoras screeches, basking in the additional challenge in flying. Atley lands and sends the gryphon on his way. "Have a care! We may be the first mortals to enter this place in millennia!"

Colson has a care.

Atley steps through the portal and initially winces at the brightness, raising his shield to protect his vision as he glances up at the towering architecture.

Nimbus fights the winds more aggressively as they enter Skywall. When they land, the gryphon seems relieved to no longer be on a set course.

"They will be surprised by Draenei," Azizia nods. "We have element of surprise."

Colson murmurs blessings as they step inside Skywall.

Cressidha packs up her carpet once they are on a solid platform.

Speaking of surprise, one of the tol'vir stands near them, unchained.

Atley doubletakes the lone tol'vir and marches over. "Itesh?"

Itesh shivers. "Escaping from this place is proving harder than I thought. Where do you go when there is nowhere to go in sight — wait, what did you say? You actually came here looking for me?"

"Yeah, glad to see you're okay!" Sil smiles.

Colson glances at the weird shifting clouds outside. This seems fine.

"To look for you and make Al'Akir understand he is in wrong," Azizia crosses her arms.

Itesh does not seem overjoyed at the moment. "The great city of Orsis was attacked by the armies of air. We were taken prisoner…" He glances at Azizia. "We were the lucky ones."

"We helped as many as we could," Sil offers. "There were survivors in the sands."

"Most died," Itesh says. "Trapped beneath the choking desert sands." He balls his hands into fists. "Asaad, Al'Akir's caliph, ordered the attack… and he must pay with his life."

"We can see to that," Atley pledges calmly.

Sil glances at Dane. "That sounds like a good blow to strike against the Windlord?"

Atley nods at Sil.

"We will make him understand by destroying worker of his," Azizia cracks her knuckles.

Itesh sags with relief. "I've a feeling I was able to escape my captors because, frankly, there is nowhere to go. Stranded on these platforms, they are bound to find me sooner or later… Unless." He glances at them.

Atley knits his brow.

Colson looks back at Itesh with a Neutral Aspenwood Listening expression. It kind of looks like every expression he's made so far.

"I could slow fall you down," Cressidha says thoughtfully, "but I do not know if my magic is powerful enough to compete against the Windlord's magic here."

Itesh says, "It is said that the heart of an elemental noble can grant whoever holds it the characteristics of that element. Which, in the case of air, would be most useful during a downward trip."

"Ah." Colson looks at the Shaman of Air among them.

Sil frowns. "I suppose… in a way that would be fair. Given they brought you here against your will."

Itesh says, "Please, bring my Grand Vizier Ertan's heart so I can use its magic to land safely on the shoreline of Uldum."

Atley scoffs with dark amusement. "We were going to bring you his heart, anyway."

Cressidha presses her lips together and nods slowly.

Azizia shakes her head. "'It is said' is not enough proof. If worse happens, we will have Miss Cress make you magic carpet." The draenei nods, as if she had a say in all of this.

Atley grunts. "We'll see to it all, nevertheless. Let's get to it, you lot."

Colson gets to it. "Yessir!"

"Understood. Be safe, Itesh." Cressidha gets to it.

Itesh nods them on, eagerly.

They fight some air elementals.

Colson sips his water.

Sil looks at his blades, entirely un-bloodied by fighting with air. "Looks like the air elementals aren't very friendly."

"So it would seem," Colson agrees mildly.

Atley grunts. "Well fought," he says.

They fight more air elementals. This is going to be happening a lot today.

One of the elementals charges up a powerful gale strike, strong gusts of wind gathering around them. Cressidha yanks that spell to her, where it flows around her own staff instead.

After the elemental falls, Atley eyes Cressidha and gives an appraising nod before he presses on towards a fountain of air.

Azizia's eyes widen slightly. "Well, that is impressive. You will have to teach me that."

Sil glances over at the stolen wind around Cressidha's staff and nods. Nice.

The wind dissipates quickly enough, because Cressidha does not get close enough to bonk anything with her staff.

Colson smiles gently. That is his sister! She is the best.

As they come across a Lurking Tempest reduced to its manacles, Atley shakes his head. "Wot'd you do it…?" he asks Azizia.

Azizia glares at the lurking tempest, terrifying it into disappearing. "Put fear of death inside elemental body."

Cressidha makes a faint noise of approval.

Atley grunts. "Aye, well, let's put it to the sword, anyway. Don't want it ambushing us from behind."

"That makes sense," Sil nods. "They can die here, in their plane, if I understand right."

"Ah," Colson says. "That would do it. Yes. Much as demons are, within this plane, they are truly mortal."

Cressidha nods. "That is why I am not summoning Marina today. I do not want to risk her."

Azizia watches as the elemental jumps off the edge to avoid them. "Hm. Unreachable."

Atley tongues the inside of his cheek. "Right, then. Let's move."

Colson moves.

"After I charge in, shackle that one in the back there, will you?" Atley asks of Azizia.

Azizia prepares swirling stones around her hands. "I will."

Atley points with Thunderfury. "We take this group head on."

As Cressidha's danger escalates, a [Hand of Protection] shield blooms around her, encasing her fully in her brother's Light.

"This is really weird, an army made out of air," Sil mutters. "Like no resistance to the blade."

Ately grunts and works his shield arm. "Passes directly through." He examines his weapon.

Cressidha sips at her water.

"They might not seem like it, but they are still bodies, physical, we can break," Azizia nods.

Atley squints in the brightness at a nearby Magical Brazier. "Right… Wot's all that, then."

Colson is no longer just sipping his water. He's drinking significantly as they fight through a heavy powered army.

Though there have been plenty of elementals of varying strength to fight, so far there is no sign of Al'Akir.

Cressidha shrugs. "A light source."

Azizia glares at an elemental as it tries to climb back up the platform and sneak up behind them. It lets go and disappears back into the clouds. "That is what I thought."

Sil shrugs. "And maybe a little bit of their style of decor?"

Atley shakes his head. "No, it's something else… Requires something we don't have. Let's move on."

"Hm," Colson says.

Atley frowns as he steps out over the glass bridge, looking down.

Sil gets caught up in wind a few times. He shivers afterward, trying to shake the bonds of wind away.

All they can see below is clouds.

Azizia looks at the glass bridge. "At least this architecture is good. Like Draenei do."

"I guess it's not scary if you're an air elemental," Sil remarks. "It's not like they'd fall."

Cressidha admires a pair of crane sculptures. "This place is truly beautiful."

Colson blinks as he looks down at the glass bridge. "Ah."

Atley grunts and looks up as another Lurking Tempest tries to hide from Azizia. "Right. Just this pair, then."

What appears to be just two large elementals immediately becomes two large elementals and a multitude of tiny ones.

Azizia smirks as she sends a lance-like lightning bolt through several elementals at once. Fighting fire with fire, except that the fire here is air.

Atley grunts as he admires the crane sculpture himself after the fight. "That bloody thing may be older than our civilization."

Grand Vizier Ertan has some truly massive floating pauldrons. That's how you know the guy's important.

Atley points Thunderfury at Grand Vizier Ertan. "That one looks important."

Azizia hasn't joined the other towards the Grand Vizier yet. She looks at the crane statues. "Aviana, as hero of yours I ask you protect us," she whispers."

Cressidha flexes her fingers, frost forming along the backs of her hands.

[Atley]: "Be mindful of wot'ever this thing has in store, you lot…"

Sil readies his blades. If the edges are doing little, at least the poisons seem effective.

Colson waits patiently, and calmly, for the first charge in against this Important Looking elemental.

Colson is very mindful, very demure.

Azizia charges at the Grand Vizier with the fury of an angry bird, Aviana by her side.

When the air elementals try to take vengeance on Azizia, Aviana aids her. Well, maybe it's Colson with a [Hand of Protection], but you can't prove Aviana didn't tell him to do it.

After the battle, Atley looks over his comrades. "All in one piece, are we?"

Sil nods. "He was kind of sparky, wasn't he?"

Cressidha's hair is rebelling against the combat bun, standing on end. She smooths her dress down. "I am all in one piece."

Sil smiles at her rebellious hair, but doesn't say anything to draw attention to it.

"Well done, Colson," Atley grunts.

"His heart, then. Azizia, would you prefer to…?" Cressidha offers her a large jar.

Colson looks over the group with a Healer's evaluation, as he chugs half a water bottle. He exhales slowly. "Thank you, Dane."

Azizia puts her hand through Grand Vizier's remnants and grabs the aquamarine stone that must be its heart. OR maybe it's its liver. "Enemy of ours not in one piece."

"Only the piece we need," Atley confirms with a growl before he glances around. "Now how do we get off this … chapel?"

"Yeah, I think we're doing a good job of showing we're formidable enemies," Sil nods.

Colson glances around.

Atley squints. "I've an idea…"

Colson follows Dane With An Idea.

Cressidha readies a handful of feathers, just in case.

"This place isn't made for folk like us. We need to travel by the wind." Atley points at a roaming slipstream.

"I go first," Atley says.

"Is that… safe?" Sil looks to Azizia and Cressidha for confirmation.

"I'll come with you," Cressidha says, holding up her feathers.

Colson regards the slipstream with a mild expression. "Perhaps to be safe, a slow fall, yes. I have only two shields in an emergency."

Atley nods. "Hold onto me." He extends a hand to Cress.

Azizia puts a hand through a tornado, the earth grounding her to the ground. She doesn't instantly die. "It seems safe, this wind is guide for us."

Cressidha moves her feathers to her left hand so she can take Dane's hand with her right.

Colson murmurs prayers to the Light all the same.

"I guess that means not all the wind is on Deathwing's side?" Sil asks, eyeing the stream of air.

Atley counts down with a few nods. "One way to make certain." He leaps off of the edge and tugs Cress along.

"Of course, or I would have hard time fighting, if all elements agreed together," Azizia nods. Azizia follows them almost instantly.

The wind carries them safely across to another platform.

Sil sees them reach safety, and follows.

Colson goes last, watching his people carefully in case the wind suddenly rejects them.

Atley lands, hair blown back. "That'll wake you up." He releases Cress and waits for the others.

Sil laughs. "Yeah, that was almost fun."

Colson arrives at the end, looking as awake as he was before. Maybe that's just his face.

Atley scoffs with amusement and nods at foes awaiting them.

Sil nods at Colson, confirming we're all here safe.

Atley nods. "Well — … fought." He gets distracted by the glowing font and approaches it. "This place is more like a dream than anything real."

"Hm," Colson says.

"It's definitely a different look than Deepholm," Sil says, looking at the carving on the marble-like structure.

Atley raises a hand and points at another patrol. "Undo them. We kill everything we come across. They've wrought enough havoc on our world. Time we return the favor."

"I love it here," Cressidha says a little wistfully.

"Understood," Colson says to Dane.

Sil smiles at her. "I hope it can be a friendlier place, someday."

Atley glances around with wary, grudging awe and nods at Cress. "It's … Not a thing I'd ever expected to see."

"We will make it safe for humans to come here," Azizia nods. This is personal, now. Cress loves this place. "Maybe open store."

Atley raises a fist and points. "Lookit'…"

It's a storm dragon.

Atley shakes his head. "I don't recognize that breed. Kill it."

[Silvestre]: "It looks kind of sparky too."

"I never cared much of dragons," Azizia shrugs.

After the Young Storm Dragon falls, Atley marches over to inspect its teeth. "I know that. Why?"

"Just big lizards with wings," Azizia raises an eyebrow. "Maybe they breathe one element or other, but they are nothing special if you are not born learning of them as child."

Atley furrows his brow and ponders that for a moment.

"I… don't know if I'd describe 'em like that," Sil says carefully. "But that one for sure needed to be killed."

Atley squints. "There's another, up ahead, beyond this … trap."

Cressidha seems absolutely speechless about Azizia's description of dragons.

Colson frowns in thought. "They are living, sentient creatures. They are capable of good and evil, as people are, beyond animals such as lizards," he says mildly.

"I would say their breathing elements is really the least important thing about them," Sil offers.

Colson looks up ahead. "Hm."

"Yes well, lizards with wings and people's minds," Azizia rectifies.

Wind buffets the bridge, swirling around two glimmering points of elemental energy.

"With me!" Atley says.

Colson is with Dane.

"I'll say my idea of dragons have changed since I was a lad…" Atley posits.

"Those that aren't barking mad have proven themselves to be noble." Atley adds.

"We all owe a great debt to the Lifebringer," Colson says.

The "assassins" who just hang out in the open and wander around keep trying to poison Dane. Colson keeps taking it off. It's a battle the assassins lose every time against the paladin.

The assassins also do not excel at removing poisons applied by the Cobalt's 'assassin'. It does its work.

"Another one. Prepare yourselves." Atley says.

"Not to mention our whole world would've collapsed into nightmare without Ysera," Sil points out.

Atley tilts his head back and forth. "True and fair, though there is one dragon trying to end our world."

"Yeah, that one, I'm happy for you to headbutt, Azizia," Sil nods firmly.

"We'll kill that dragon. No blow against Stormwind has ever gone unanswered," Atley says.

"That is true," Azizia nods. "Lifebringer did very great, and Ysera did good job," Azizia raises a shoulder. "But big powerful and kind dragons do not make dragons as a whole particularly impressive to me."

After clearing the court, Atley frowns and marches over to place his hand underneath a 'well of air' for a moment.

There is a VERY big storm dragon.

"This one's larger. Be ready for anything," Atley growls.

Colson is ready for anything.

Sil raises his daggers. He's ready.

Azizia cracks her knuckles. She's ready too.

Thunderfury crackles now more than ever — it seems to think it's come home. Atley regards the blade warily, and possessively.

Atley squints and brushes some hair from his face after Altairus falls.

Atley approaches Altairus and sinks Thunderfury into the scaly skin at his throat. He slices a cut off and frowns, examining it. "Someone'll know how to identify this breed."

Azizia came prepared for this dungeon. She has hidden all of her curly hair under a hair net, under her helmet. No curl will be uncurled by wind.

Atley grunts. "Another slipstream. On we go, you lot."

Azizia on she goes.

Once again, Colson waits to the last.

Sil takes one more look at the dragon, and then hops into the slipstream.

"Neferset… Recently converted. Have a look," Atley says.

"Eredar of tigertaurs," Azizia nods.

Cressidha has a look. "Ah."

Colson has a look. "Ah."

The twins strike again. Perfectly synchronized.

Atley points. "That little one, in the middle. Polymorph it when it's time, will you Cress."

"Understood." Cressidha moves to get in place.

Sil considers the Neferset. "At least there's something to stab into. The air elementals were kind of weird that way."

Cressidha readies her fleece and nods to Dane.

"Aye, a return to form," Atley says.

Colson moves to keep both Dane and Cressidha in his line of sight.

Even though they are stone and not flesh, the Neferset can still become sheep. Neat.

Sil finds that the Neferset are also very stabbable.

"Seems these mortals have beaten us to it," Atley says. "There's more where they came from. Let's move."

Colson moves, drinking water on the go.

"Ah…" Cressidha frowns. "Wait. Are those the Neferset? Or are those the rest of the prisoners from Orsis?"

"Behind us," Colson cautions as the wind comes up from behind them.

Atley frowns in thought. "They may be transformed Orsis, made beyond their will, but I warrant they're Neferset."

"The.. .the ones we're fighting?" Sil asks. "They shouldn't be Orsis, or they'd be prisoners, yeah?"

Azizia jumps into the stream of air, running faster as she's carried by it. "Follow me!"

"My concern is that they were prisoners, and were converted against their will… and now no longer have one." Cressidha sighs. "I could be wrong."

[Atley]: "Sil, knock out that one on the far right. As they draw back here. Cress, polymorph the one on the left."

Colson nods. "As the gnomes in Northrend were," he agrees with Cressidha.

"It is too late to save, right?" Azizia asks.

"As we have no way of restoring the 'Curse of Flesh,' we have at present no other choice but to attack," Colson tells Azizia.

Atley grunts at Colson in agreement.

The carefully coordinated plan goes downhill immediately as Cressidha's polymorph hits a cage of lightning and reflects back at her. She very narrowly dodges turning into a sheep herself.

After they fall, Atley performs a head count, looking specifically to Cress. "There we are, then."

Colson has everyone's head still on their shoulders, and no one is a sheep who shouldn't be. Winning.

"Tread lightly, you lot." Atley says.

Colson treads Lightly.

Atley squints as they come upon Skyfall Stars.

Everyone is bombarded with shimmering energy in a very chaotic manner.

"Well fought. This place is as beautiful as 'tis treacherous," Atley growls.

Sil darts around, trying to attack sparks of light that somehow really hurt.

Colson does what he can to heal as quickly as possible, a calm bastion in the chaos.

[Atley]: "Sil, warrant you can knock out the one on the left there? And Cress, polymorph that on the right?"

Sil nods, and slips into the shadows.

Cressidha nods and readies her wool.

Colson rebukes one that tries to cast a Holy Smite on them. Excuse you, he is the smiter.

"On me. We try it again," Atley growls.

Colson is on Dane. Respectfully.

Atley nods. "Well done. Mind yourself as we pass through this … thing."

Cressidha goes around the edge.

Sil eyes the lightning pyramid warily.

"Yessir," Colson says.

Atley grunts. "That may be Asaad."

They get too close to another group of those 'stars' and are bombarded with energy.

Sil dives in frantically to attack.

Atley rolls his shield arm. "Bloody pests."

Sil wipes his forehead. "Whatever those are, they're dangerous."

Colson nods in agreement, as he adjusts his gauntlets over his hands, still bright with the Light.

Ahead of them is an air djinn, presumably Caliph Asaad.

"Azizia… step forward with me a moment," Atley growls.

Azizia follows.

Colson calmly chugs another water bottle. Normal things, don't worry about it. He's fine.

Atley gestures to Azizia before he yells out at Asaad, voice booming as he raises. "Witness, Caliph!"

"Your own powers turned against you! THIS IS YOUR END!" Atley screams.

Cressidha narrows her eyes.

Sil stands next to Dane, straightening to look more impressive. He bares his daggers.

Bright gold wings shimmer almost into existence behind Colson. Here we go.

Air flows around Azizia's fist weapons as she adds to Dane's speech. "We will make you see reason one way or other!"

[Atley]: "YOU TRIED TO BURY ORSIS — WE'VE COME TO BURY YOU!"

Thunderfury's energy bounces around within its confines like an unruly flock of caged birds, the elementium vibrating with restrained power.

"YOU tread upon the sacrosanct! Mortals have no place amidst the clouds. Al'Akir, your servant calls for aid!" Asaad shouts back.

Colson frowns as the world's worst storm forms around them. "Do not be in the lightning!" He shouts, a commander's field voice, as he moves out of the storm.

Sil does his best to be a good rogue and not stand in the lightning.

Atley raises a shield over head and leaps into the triangle-shaped lightning.

To be clear, this is not Dane disobeying Colson's healer's recommendation - it's the safe spot. There is worse lightning everywhere else.

Atley takes a breath after he falls, and is left staring at his ceremonial cap.

"Orsis has been avenged. This'll show the Ramkahen that there's a fight here." Atley growls.

"Al'Akir did not come for help," Azizia says. "He is traitor of Azeroth, what made you think it would not betray you too?" She asks Asaad's ceremonial cap.

"Well," Cressidha says. "No sign of Al'Akir after all. Come, let's get the heart back to Ikesh."

"I am saddened we did not meet Al'Akir here. We could have put end to reign of his," Azizia shakes her head.

[Atley]: "Soon. Al'Akir will hear of this."

"I am not sure we could've taken a Windlord in his own domain, not without a little more preparation," Sil says, looking around. "But this is a good step."

Atley looks to Cressidha and nods. "Aye. We've the heart safe?" Atley asks of Azizia.

Colson nods. He checks on everyone one more time. Healer eyes.

"I have, yes," Azizia nods.

Cressidha hands Colson another fresh bottle of water.

Colson accepts it gratefully with a gentle smile. "Thank you."

"I was prepared, Mister Sil," Azizia shakes her head. "I have hair net, to protect hair from wind."

"Think the friendly wind will carry us back?" Sil asks, eying the slipstream.

"Of course," Cressidha says. She pats Colson's arm once and moves along.

Sil nods seriously at Azizia. "For sure, Al'Akir would not have messed up your hair."

Colson watches cautiously, ready, just in case this is where the wind stops being helpful.

They follow the slipstream and return to Itesh, who seems surprised to see them alive.

"It will, Mr. Sil," Azizia nods. "Air spirits here are more consilient."

"We've gathered vengeance for Orsis, Itesh. For your people." Atley explains.

Itesh humbly bows low before them. "Blessings upon you — all of you."

Colson's hair is windblown, but it settles back into place as they approach the tol'vir.

Itesh fidgets uneasily. "I hope you recovered the heart. I best not ride in with you on whatever … those things were you flew in on."

Colson inclines his head politely back to Itesh.

Atley looks to Azizia and waits.

Cressidha nods and gestures to Azizia.

"Oh, yeah, I'm not sure Nimbus could carry you," Sil eyes the bulky form of the tol'vir.

Bunny would try. Bunny would not succeed.

"The heart." Atley deadpans Azizia.

"Ah, yes," Azizia hands him the crystal. "I hope you are right about its powers and that you will be lead back to ground thanks to airy luminosity of it."

"Maybe we could fly alongside, just in case?" Sil suggests. "Cressidha, you could slow him if things go wrong."

"A sound plan, you lot. Let's get out of … " Atley glances back at the towering spires of Cyclone Summit. "Here."

Itesh accepts the heart and bows. "Thank you. I was beginning to think I would never return home."

Colson nods to Dane. "Very well." He inclines his head to Itesh. "Light be with you," he says.

Cressidha mounts up on her carpet.

As they step outside, Atley glances over The Vortex Pinnacle, sun burnt features squinting in the bright light. "Asaad, madman and lackey, was right about one thing."

"Oh? What was that?" Sil asks.

"Mortals truly never were meant to tread on the clouds, like that. I'll never have the words to describe this place." Atley grunts before he mounts Thoras. "To Ramkahen, then we're dismissed."

Colson's aura shifts, as a white gryphon comes screeching down. Colson barely has time to get most of him on the saddle before she hops up.

Nimbus swoops nimbly down into the clouds.

They return to Ramkahen.

Atley lands and produces his waterskin. Some of the Ramkahen guardians look surprised to see Blue Squad alive.

[Atley]: "Well bloody fought, today. We risked a great deal, and Uldum shall reap the rewards. This ought to give King Phaoris the strength he needs to defy the Twilight's Hammer."

Colson nods to Dane, as he pushes his hair back from his face. He doesn't look tired.

"Unless you've anything for me, we are dismissed." Atley says.

"Good work today, everyone," Cressidha says. "Remember to reapply your sunscreen if you intend to remain out here."

Azizia frees her hair from the helmet and the hair net. Boom. Minimal damage to the curls

Sil nods. "Good work. I'm proud to be a member of this team."

Cressidha smiles faintly.

Atley grunts and inclines his head to Sil. "As am I. Each of you are here for a reason. Frankly, along with White Squad, we are the best of the best. That's not a boast, but a fact."

"Me too. I hope we get to stop Al'Akir soon," Azizia nods. "We send good message today. If he does change way, we take him down."

"As am I. Well led today, Dane," Colson says. He exhales slowly. "Light be with you all. Cressidha, if you could…?" He asks.

"Pass along my regards to Mordecai," Atley asks.

"I will, thank you. Please give my regards to Ivri," Colson says.

Cressidha glances at Dane. "We are not the best of the best, but I would accept that we are among them, yes." She pulls out a portal stone and tosses it up in the air. "Stormwind."

Colson closes his eyes before he steps through the portal. "Thank you."

Atley balances Cressidha's words for a moment before he tilts his head left and right.

"I will stay here, in case air elementals are angry of victory of ours and try to retaliate. I will keep Ramkaken safe." Azizia says, not realizing her mispronunciation.

Atley doubletakes an Oasis Moth drawing closer and closer to Thunderaan's essence in Thunderfury. Atley sighs and pushes the dog-sized bug away.

"Ramkahen," Cressidha says automatically.

"A fine idea," Atley says to Azizia. "I'll be about to report to General Ammantep and Prince Nadun."

"Ramkahen? Are you sure? I thought it was Ramkhaken," Azizia tilts her head.

Cressidha nods.

"'Tis Ram-ka-hen." Atley adds.

"Uh," Azizia says. "I have no reason to not believe. Thank you for good fight today, goodbye, Blue Squad." Azizia bows goodbye and turns away. She approaches a guard. Who knows what she may be talking about.

Atley watches Azizia walk off and sets his jaw in mild mannered thought.