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Pathia tilted her head back and stared straight up to the launch projecting off the Lower Rise of Thunder Bluff. Her mouth gaped slightly as a crooked smile worked its way over her features. She would finally see the city! The lift descended amid shuddering groans and creaks that changed her grin to a suspicious tightening of her lips; after all, she was hardly capable of flight if that thing should suddenly plummet back to Mulgore's plains. A gust of wind buffeted against the structure, and it swayed with what she considered an alarming amount of jostling. Tentatively, she took a step backwards away from the conveyance as it landed, only to

The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now will later be fast As the present now will later be past The order is rapidly fadin' And the first one now will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.** It had been strange times for the young druid in the intervening years since her departure from Outlands. After reaching the culmination of her druidic training, she had wandered for a bit, sight-seeing as it were, and losing herself in the majesty of new lands and the comfort of old ones. She lost touch with not only her extended tribe, Horns of Shu'halo, but also her family and friends. Indeed, she became quit

"Are you kidding me?" Runeclaw shouted. She wasn't shouting at anyone in particular as she stomped around her garrison like a clefthoof on the warpath. "All that work! All those flowers! You're telling me it's just…just gone! Just like that! And what do you mean I can't be a Saberon anymore? I WORKED FOR THAT STUFF!!" Her voice cracked as she screamed her displeasure. She had never been so angry in her life. She had spent years and years working on her perfect penmanship and making her glyphs into works of art. She had trained until she collapsed to achieve new forms and abilities. Now it was all gone like a wisp of smoke. She had awok