The Council of Six, Dalaran's governing body, was a gathering of six arch mages, one of which was the de-facto leader of the city-state. There were two most notable members amongst is rank as of that day. Archmage Khadgar, former student of Medivh, a man who had lived to age in reverse, at least in a slight way. When he had been in his twenties, the man had been depleted of much of his lifeforce by the demon-possessed Last Guardian of Tirisfal. It had turned him into a grizzled old man long before his time.
Nowadays, the only thing that made him look as old as he was, was his grey hair. Even that was full to a degree some twenty-year olds would have been envious, and combed backwards in an orderly fashion. Mages lived longer than average humans and as his power grew, so much of his vitality was restored. He stood upright, with broad shoulders, certainly for a mage, and a fashionably stubby beard, wisdom in his blue eyes.
The other was Kalecgos. The ex-boyfriend of Jaina was a good-looking man for sure. Flowing, azure blue hair, sparkling eyes of the same colour, a body equally lean and muscular. As a dragon, he could choose his humanoid appearance quite freely and he had chosen well.
Anduin had been prepared for some sort of confrontation by the Aspect of Magic. Instead, Kalecgos just glanced at the pregnant Jaina and kept his gaze low afterwards. He seemed, while not exactly fine, accepting of what had happened. Internally, he tried to convince himself that it all was okay, as long as she was happy. There was no show of a fight to change this course of fate.
Aside from them, the other four council members and Anduin with the new three women of unfair attractiveness, was another trio of participants. They were fashionably late, but regardless attended, stepping out of a tear of pitch-black darkness that suddenly opened in the purple-stained glass dominated council chamber.
"I loathe travelling through these things, Alleria," a stern but trustful voice echoed as the form of a golden armoured man peeled out of the darkness. All that could be seen of him was his battle scar covered face, regardless one could easily surmise a muscular, tall frame under all the plates. His slowly greying, golden hair was cut just short enough that it couldn't get in the way, but had clearly not been styled in any way. It just happened to be the current length.
"You think this is unpleasant for YOU?!" a second voice mocked, again male, also speaking with the tone of old friends bantering. "The Light has left your physical form. In me it still burns like the sun."
The council of six and, indeed, Vereesa as well stepped back in surprise when a three-metre-tall creature came into view next. Although it shone with the same holy golden aura as every paladin or priest that did their sacred work on this world, seeing it around a bat-winged, bald thing, with three massive, clawed fingers for hands was surely a surprise. The purified nathrezim's hooves caused echoes with every step. Steps he almost stumbled in when the last person shoved him forwards.
"You two need to just hurry it up if you find it so unpleasant," stated a high elf with pale-blue glowing eyes, much closer to the colour of Xal'atath's than they were of that of other high elves. Regardless, her skin was naturally pale, even if tanned to some degree, not blueish or purple like that of void elves. Golden hair fell down her chest, harmonized well with her green and golden armour. Blue tattoos curved over the left side of her noble face and arm like warpaint. Bow and arrows were hung over her shoulder in a relaxed fashion, but firmly adjusted. "Little Moon!" she exclaimed, the second the portal closed.
"Lady Sun!" Vereesa responded as the sisters met halfway through the room, joining in a hug.
Alleria Windrunner, eldest of the Windrunner sisters, had arrived. With her came her husband Turalyon and the nathrezim Lothraxion. "I told you that name is no longer true for me, not after what I have become," the eldest sister told her sibling. "Have you not listened last time we met?"
"Not too much, I must admit. That aside, I am hardly a Little Moon anymore myself, yet you insist on calling me that."
"We both did, me and Lady Moon," Alleria said, narrowing her eyes in a dangerous fashion. Not towards anyone in the room, but towards her memories. "Regardless, I never thought this Old Goddess would contact me a second time. A pleasure to finally meet you, High King Anduin, may your rule be long and prosperous."
"Very long," Turalyon added. "I've had enough with one cherished leader baring your name dying in my lifetime. I will not have another."
"Is that a threat?" Anduin asked, feeling pulled into their carefree mood.
"A threat towards whoever aims to harm you, certainly," Turalyon nodded.
Although the two of them had not meddled much in the political since the end of the Argus campaign, they had made their support of Anduin's policies known in... more direct ways. The two of them hadn't taken to building a harem, were clearly perfectly happy with just one another. However, the ability to just fuck wherever they wanted without society thinking anything of it had been quite clearly utilized. Sometimes to the detriment of whatever infrastructure they broke with their superhuman strength, utilized in full force during their nasty encounters of passion.
They had not, however, been a great part of the war. Instead, they had been with Army of Light. Right up until Velen had essentially disbanded that organization by recalling the Vindicaar. The majority draenei faction had been absorbed into the Alliance seamlessly. Turalyon and Alleria had then vanished, presumably for a vacation, but Anduin had sent Xal'atath to find them and Lothraxion, as he needed their help. As they were quite positive towards his lordship, they had obliged. A few different things he had shared with them via his third wife had likely helped to convince them.
"I come here today with a number of proposals," Anduin took the liberty of starting this session. "And I want to get through them in order of importance. Is the Council of Six willing to listen."
"Certainly, Anduin," Khadgar said, the other five mages nodding along as they stood in a semi-circle, restored now that they had recovered from Lothraxion's appearance. "Although you must respect the vote of our council. Dalaran is not one of your subjects."
"Not right now," Vereesa chimed in, to the surprise of many. "But Dalaran has realistically been part of the Alliance for ever. The Silver Covenant is serving the Alliance as we did during the wrath of the Lich King. The whole city had been re-united with the Alliance until the events with the Legion forced us to re-align our priorities."
"A call," Jaina added in her firm voice. "That I should not have made. Although time has proven me right once again in relation to the Horde..."
"Jaina," Anduin firmly interrupted her. "This is not the time for hostilities."
"...Yes... sorry, master..." she immediately ceased, lowering her head, her entire body, in a motion that she saved to look like she was just bowing, but had really been her reflexes telling her to drop to her knees and start sucking his cock like a good little slut. Only the size of her breasts and the baby bump had slowed the motion enough for her to stop herself. "What I was saying: the call for hostilities should not have been made. The Legion was our biggest concern and I failed to see that. The Alliance and the Horde joined forces in the end, Dalaran leaving the Alliance to the end of fighting the most concerning foe was unnecessary in the first place."
"Regardless, Dalaran has not officially been part of the modern Alliance," Khadgar argued.
"But where else would our place in the world be?" a different member of the Council of Six spoke up surprisingly. "Certainly not amongst the Horde. The only people that we even care amongst them are the Sindorei. We have been floating in the frozen north and now we are stuck above the ocean. I say its high time we finally went somewhere we can actually settle down for a while. Dalaran is a city with people, people that are sick of eating conjured food, breathing thin air and be unable to go for a walk. Not some... glorified base for militaries and adventurers."
Agreeing murmur echoed amongst the other council members and even Khadgar had to nod slowly to that. "Alright then, how would the Alliance alleviate this problem? We can hardly return to the Hinterlands. That's in spitting distance of Undercity and the Blight."
"Northshire," Anduin said a single word and all council member's mouths fell open as they understood what it meant. The small temple was of historical value to humans, for sure, but relatively unimportant when compared to having Dalaran land next to Stormwind. It was a basin in between the massive mountain ranges that dominated so much of Azeroth's continents, simply perfect for the city-state to land in. It would be easy to cleave a way through the few hills that then separated the two cities. One long road would connect the two cities, until there really was only the one.
Anduin laid all of this down over the course of thirty minutes. How he would allow them to govern themselves as they did until now and only ask of them that they provided magical energy towards a new city-sized heating system around Stormwind, that could surely be extended to include them in time. The ambition of it left them speechless. However, they were smart men and women, so they made the mental calculations whether all of this feasible, and arrived at the same place as Jaina had. Not only was it all possible, it was possibly the best option nobody had ever considered.
What logic alone didn't help to do, Anduin's charisma certainly did. The men and women of the council alike were swayed by his words and when the vote finally came, it was 5 for and 0 against. Only Kalecgos had withheld his vote. "The blue dragonflight cannot lend its strength to any one power on this world," he explained. "As Dalaran joins the Alliance, I will happily rescind my seat to Jaina Proudmoore."
