You’re buffeted by snow and biting wind as you travel north, far above an ice-sheeted sea. You know the way well, as do your companions. You turn your frost-covered head to peer at one of them. They look back at you and their eyes catch the dim light and glow like newly shined bronze before they focus on the path ahead. There are more like them flanking you, following you over the shore and across a frozen tundra until a familiar structure comes into view.
Wyrmrest Temple. It stands as a symbol of the destruction of Galakrond, the terror of prehistoric Azeroth, at the claws of the Dragon Aspects, as well as the Wyrmrest Accord. As the chosen representative of the Bronze Dragonflight, you will answer directly to the Dragonqueen.
Your party does not go unnoticed. A squad of red dragons comes to meet you and surrounds your dragons to secure their safety as you travel together.
One of them slides into the place of your bronze companion to speak to you.
“The Life-Binder will be pleased to see you’ve arrived, friend. I will take you to her,” they say. As you fly closer, you see blue and red dragons, dying or dead, littering the grounds. It’s a solemn view, witnessing the result of ancient allies relentlessly attacking each other. You’re led to the top of the temple by your red ally. They hover beside the platform as you land and transform in a small cloud of magic.
You approach the Dragonqueen respectfully. She’s much taller than you and much more powerful, but by the way she looks at you, she thinks well of you. You trade smiles before introducing yourself.
“It’s an honor to finally meet you, Life-Binder. My name is Chromie. I’ve come to represent the Bronze Dragonflight.”
Alexstrasza briefly bows her head. “I am relieved to see you, Chromie. My flight requires your aid. Wyrmrest Temple is beset by both the Blue Dragonflight and the Scourge.” She gestures to the side of the temple with one of her gold-plated hands. “With the cooperation of your dragons, we will secure the survival of this world.”
“Say no more,” is your stern reply. “We are yours to command.”
Memory 2: The Nexus War
Wyrmrest Temple. It stands as a symbol of the destruction of Galakrond, the terror of prehistoric Azeroth, at the claws of the Dragon Aspects, as well as the Wyrmrest Accord. As the chosen representative of the Bronze Dragonflight, you will answer directly to the Dragonqueen.
Your party does not go unnoticed. A squad of red dragons comes to meet you and surrounds your dragons to secure their safety as you travel together.
One of them slides into the place of your bronze companion to speak to you.
“The Life-Binder will be pleased to see you’ve arrived, friend. I will take you to her,” they say. As you fly closer, you see blue and red dragons, dying or dead, littering the grounds. It’s a solemn view, witnessing the result of ancient allies relentlessly attacking each other. You’re led to the top of the temple by your red ally. They hover beside the platform as you land and transform in a small cloud of magic.
You approach the Dragonqueen respectfully. She’s much taller than you and much more powerful, but by the way she looks at you, she thinks well of you. You trade smiles before introducing yourself.
“It’s an honor to finally meet you, Life-Binder. My name is Chromie. I’ve come to represent the Bronze Dragonflight.”
Alexstrasza briefly bows her head. “I am relieved to see you, Chromie. My flight requires your aid. Wyrmrest Temple is beset by both the Blue Dragonflight and the Scourge.” She gestures to the side of the temple with one of her gold-plated hands. “With the cooperation of your dragons, we will secure the survival of this world.”
“Say no more,” is your stern reply. “We are yours to command.”