My name is Chromie. I know this is an odd name for some, but for a person that's been as many places, seen as many things. Time , places and names mean little to nothing. Why else would I speak in such broad terms of infinite if I was not just that. For some, they see a cute, petite little gnome with silver hair entwined in those little buns at the sides of her head.
Move over star wars, Princess Leia, I am not. Naturally, I am what we could say a relic in time as that's what I am. A warden in the great wheel that tries to keep things spinning, whirling and twirling in the proper sequences to which they are to be. However, on occasion there are a few flaws in this great wheel. It is my job and the other ambassadors of the Bronze Dragon shrine that see to it that these little hiccups go back into place.
Time should run smoothly but let's face it, nothing really does without a little bit of help. Nothing really goes the way it should without the helping hand of someone. Which is where and what I am. It is my job to pop up in places, times to see to it that things are straightened out. Alas, sometimes things well aren't always what they should be.
However, we don't live in an idealistic world to which everything is rainbows, lollipops and gumdrops. This is a world where blood, war and honor murk up the waters. This is a land where foolish dreams and aspirations often cloud good intentions and turn good to bad, and day to night. As such, it is my job and a handful of others to see to it that things to back into the correct prospective, as best we can.
Without, directly revealing whom and what we are. Sometimes, it just not that easy. Try being as old as I am and not have a few slip ups, I'll tell you what. When you see the rise and fall of nations, the birth of races and death of all that existed only for a new world to be born. Then you can tell me how to live my life.
My life is a dedication to time itself, and the great magic's of the land. As such as an ambassador of the Bronze Dragon flight, I stand often at the side the great Red Leviathan. Alexstraza the Dragon Queen. Although the Bronze were picked long before she, it was our choice to fall in line with the natural law and order.
Time is only but a mystery that not even those that wield it to right the natural flow, can guess at. It is the law of the world, the call of the land and the siren's song that sings in my veins. Perhaps that sounds a little egocentrically but as I said, when you live and do as much and as long as I have. Then you may judge me.
Alas through all my wanderings, weavings I have witnessed great tragedy. The rise and fall of young Arthas Menethil, the once Lorderaon prince turned Lich King. I have witnessed the Jailor of the Damned, what's more, I have watched the rise and fall of another heart and couple more important then that of Jaina and her Prince. Alexstraza the Dragon Queen once had a love that is not her current Consort. He was awakening and soon the mists of a time that we had hoped would never be revealed, is stirring. All that is known, will become no more.
It was this perilous tragedy that I find myself now, saddening in a task that must be done. Peace amongst the enemies was something that had to be done. Peace like once upon a time had to be restored for the sake of the Dark appearance and times on the horizon. As such, I must talk to those that hold the sway. King Varyn of stormwind is well a hard headed man that sees nothing right now but the pain of his losses.
It is his foolishness, that I lament as he refuses to see. Perhaps Thrall will be more patient and understanding to see what has to be done, for the sake of all. A treaty of peace for all, so that way with the rise of the Change, there is something that gives hope. No more war between the Alliance and Horde, a peace for the time would be best.
Yes, I'm sure that some are scoffing at me for my mission seems like a fools dream, but hell it's worth a try.
Sometimes, there is a flaw in the best laid plans.............
Orgimmar
The home of the Warchief of the Horde, where once the Lady of Theramore would go as my emissary, I find that the position is well rather tenuous at the moment to send her to do anything. Jaina, although useful, her heart and life destroyed by emotion is well useless for once in her life. No longer the rumored paramour of Thrall would she be. Alas, with the death of her once Prince Arthas, there is but a shadow of the woman she once was.
Arriving in Orggimmar I walked along the Drag towards the Hall of Wisdom and Strength to where Thrall often sat court with the Leaders of the Trolls and Undead called Forsaken. Lead by their perilous and treacherous leader Sylvannas, it was no big surprise that Thrall sat there as always looking almost bored as the banshee spoke words to him.
