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Khadgar earned a look of loathing and that was pretty much it. The sheep refrained from moving one way or the other currently, though the idea to leave the area until this wore off was tempting. However, there was no telling that the Banshee Queen would still be here upon such a return.

Genn would bide his time and wait for another window of opportunity to arise. This was not over. Not even close.

A long-suffering sigh escaped the mage and slowly got to his feet to wrangle the sheep into his new collar. Honestly, this was going to be hell either way. After getting Genn leashed, he closed his eyes to focus on how they'd be getting out of there without being seen.

The easiest way would be to just tell someone, it would also cause the most trouble and horror and Khadgar did not think Genn would appreciate that in the long run. The other was manufacture something that looked like an attack on Greywatch. Gently tugging on the leash, he moved to the door of the room to peek out and see how many people were out and about.

Minimal, most were sleeping or out doing recon on the information he left with some heroes before he had been completely forced to sleep. He could do it. He stuck his hand out of the door, deciding to instead hold the leash between his teeth for a few moments as he made the magic balls begin to form in the air. Nothing enough to kill anyone, but enough to perhaps damage some property and some of the less experienced folk.

When there was enough up there, he began the shower of them. He started them in waves and it did have the panic he was hoping for. They would all be too distracted to see him and the sheep leaving the small shack. Khadgar moved the leash back to his good hand, wrapping it around his hand and then latching it onto the staff and he began to leave Greywatch without being seen.

He succeeded and managed to get outside enough that he could set Atiesh down and slump onto the ground. He knew there were Heroes flocking forwards to Greywatch and honestly, he hoped one that had discretion would come this way.

"Sleep for more than two hours and the world wouldn't end," Khadgar found himself mumbling towards the angry sheep, "I am never taking your advice again."

Edited 2016-09-26 05:49 (UTC)

Luciphel had been on the way toward Graywatch regardless, given that it was simpler for him to get a gryphon ride from there to where he was going next. Of course the small fact that he felt something decidedly off in that direction, not to mention he was now smelling way too much smoke for the few campfires that the outpost had...

Well, he turned the easy trot he'd been crossing ground with into a more hurried canter. A gallop might get him there even faster, but he wanted to scout the outskirts first before barreling in. Decide if he ought to call in backup before diving in feet first.

Given the fact his first sight upon coming up on those outskirts was a particular Archmage practically naked and bloody, in the company with naught but a sheep--who it would appear was the source of the uneasy 'off' sensation that had first caught his attention.

He slowed the canter down into a walk, coming to a halt in front of Khadgar, the look on the equine face one of inquiry. He's not judging you, Archmage, but seriously, what the hell is going on here?

"Luciphel?" Khadgar asked, squinting up at the stag and finally allowing himself to smile in relief. At least it was a Champion he especially was fond of, it was indeed a plus to him. Despite his pleasure at seeing him, Khadgar was aware he was losing a lot of blood, that Greywatch was on fire and well... The sheep gave off an aura that screamed like it wanted to bite everything that moved. Perhaps the way it decided that chewing on the Archmage's pants would also seem off-putting.

He liked those pants too.

Another sigh and Khadgar moved his hand, careful as to not yank Genn anymore than he had to, and rubbed at his face lightly. He was absolutely smearing blood all over his face, but the mounting irritation at everything cause him to not care much. For once, he was angry that he was right, that Sylvanas had done something to that arrow and yet he was still so off about what it would do.

Khadgar didn't look anything like the banshee queen and Genn thought he was dead as well. He was beginning to think that perhaps he should take up drinking as a hobby.

"Greywatch is not under attack," Khadgar finally settled on saying first, "I simply needed to get myself and... Greymane out of Greywatch before there were any other casualties of whatever is afflicting him."

The Archmage paused and said; "Greymane," then gestured down towards the sheep with his good hand.

"It would be a much bigger fiasco if I had brought it to anyone's attention of what had transpired, so I was left with little choice but to make it seem like something was attacking the Fort. I assure you, everything should only be a little on fire."

Okay, forgive him for staring for a few seconds after that explanation. Then the elk abruptly became a leather clad night elf, a moment's concentration at least dealt with the majority of whatever injuries Khadgar suffered from. He was rather grateful he had spent time learning those healing spells. They came in damned useful in times like these.

"With fire, there's no such thing as 'a little on fire'." he quipped back before moving carefully closer toward the sheep which had ceased its attack on the Archmage's pants to eyeball him with mistrust and a considerable amount of hostility.

"I've felt...what's affecting your fleecy friend here, elsewhere. It's rather insidious and I think getting him out of there was definitely a good idea. Especially, if what I think is wrong with him is correct. Can I ask what happened to you? And...why Graymane is a sheep?"

"It is less on fire than it could have been if I had not been focusing as much as I could."

Khadgar was pleased when his injuries were healed up and he didn't feel like he was about to die at any given moment. The bite on his arm, however... Well, that didn't heal much at all and Khadgar was well aware of the implications that were left. He could already feel something attempting to claw it's way out and dominate his body. It was just good fortune that Khadgar had better control of himself than most.

The Archmage had been flexing his newly healed -- well, not broken arm when Luciphel told him that he knew what was inflicting the Worgen and well, that implied there would be a way to fix it. Or at least somewhat fix it and slowly edge it along until it was mostly done. Khadgar's attention was focused completely on the Night Elf Druid and carefully watched him while choosing his words carefully. At least his next ones were the easier of the plethora he had stored away in his mind.

"You have felt this before?"

Licking his dry lips, Khadgar mulled over the proper way to explain what had happened without it sounding... well, improper.

"Greymane had gotten me to rest, he had just employed a different method than simply slipping someone a potion. He had rested as well, for how long I do not know, but when I awoke I found him in a huddled away in a corner. Of course, I had thought something large had happened and he had been thinking of a way to explain that I had been right about something. I approached and was attacked. He called me Sylvanas."

The last few words were almost like Khadgar was pouting over being seen as the Banshee Queen.

And of course that explanation pretty much told him that his hunch was indeed correct. Which meant that it would be in everyone's best interest if he called in other druids. Perhaps a few that he knew could be trusted to keep this to themselves.

"Yes. In Val'sharah. It's--How much do you know of the Nightmare?"

Best to learn just how much he would need to explain before he began. It would give him a place to start.

"Not as much as I should, it seems. I only know what I hear from the other Champion's, which leads me to assume that it is much akin to the Sha of Pandaria," Khadgar replied, squeezing his brows together and tilting his head to the side at the Druid, "I assume it is not quite that simple, but you did ask me what I knew on the topic."

Khadgar kept his blue gaze even with the druid's, clearly eager for an explanation.

Khadgar gets an accepting nod at that last statement. At least it did give him an idea of what he needed to cover. "It's also called the Emerald Nightmare, because it is a part of the Emerald Dream, a corrupted part. There was a war against it just before the Cataclysm. That war gave us time, but unfortunately did not completely destroy or defeat the Nightmare." He paused to gather his thoughts briefly before continuing.

"It can trap a person's mind or dreamform within it, preventing them from waking. It can also corrupt and trick people afflicted with it, even awake. Graymane called you Sylvanas because he saw her before him, not you. It has trapped his mind within a Nightmare and his actions are toward the enemies he believes are around him. Has anything happened to him since the fight in the temple, before this came to pass?"

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Khadgar soaked the words up, catalogued them away for future reading and studying for this could be another thing he could help with in the coming battles. Another thing to add to his already heaping plate, really. Maybe there had been a reason Greymane had insisted he rest.

"I see," he said before choking at the last question and remembering what had transpired.

Coughing, the human mage put a hand over his face and stared hard at the sheep. Could that have honestly have been the trigger? The 'nightmare' had been focused on him dying by Sylvanas's hands. Interesting.

"Not that I could think of," he answered coolly as if he didn't choke and have a small coughing fit from the question. He began thinking that this would be one more thing Genn would appreciate him keeping from the general populace.

Who knew who else was listening beyond Luciphel, after all? Champions could be terrible gossips if the sheer amount of people who had come up and tickled him out of nowhere was any indication.

Well, that reaction was interesting. However he did have more important things currently to worry over than just why that one question had earned such an interesting reaction.

There was also the fact he hadn't suffered anything akin to this from the attack at the temple. Yet, it was possible it was the spell in tandem with the weapon that had struck Graymane could be responsible. "Did they save the arrow that pierced him?" he asked once his thoughts had sorted themselves out into something of a plan.

"That could have opened a path for it to strike. Did you examine the arrow for any magical traces? She seemed to summon some type of magic as she pulled the arrow back to fire." Perhaps he ought to examine it himself to see if might hold traces of the magic the Nightmare used to corrupt things. Things that a mage might miss, given they wouldn't know what they were looking for. Thinking back on it, the colors while not an exact magic were uncomfortably close enough.

"I do not have it on me," Khadgar said, gesturing to his current state of undress with a raise of his brow. He had grabbed nothing but the sheep and Atiesh, his mind had been focused on staying alert, out of sight and well, not dying mid-transport of the Nightmare Sheep.

"I do not think now would be the best time to go into Greywatch either. I perhaps misjudged the amount of fire..."

Khadgar could see more smoke from where he was sitting and glanced down toward the sheep and murmured another apology, before turning his gaze back upon Luciphel.

"Perhaps we should focus on the issue of... ah, the sheep first."

"Of course. I'll go fetch help to tend to him." Hopefully a frost mage or shaman champion would come by soon to tend to the fire. One could but hope.

"Excuse me. I'll be back shortly." With that said, he knelt and closed his eyes, working for a few seconds to calm his mind and focus on what he wanted. As he did so a shaft of moonlight abruptly fell upon him and shortly upon doing so, he faded from the Archmage's sight, and departed Stormheim to arrive within the Emerald Dreamway.

Arriving in the Dreamgrove, he spoke to a couple druid's before tracking down Malfurion, silently grateful that he was here within the grove and saved him the time of tracking him down elsewhere within Val'sharah. It was as he was explaining the situation concerning Graymane, that something he'd overlooked abruptly came back to the fore of his mind again.

Khadgar hadn't stated that the king had shifted in his attack, but given the severity of the injuries and the amount of blood shed. He suspected it was a given that Graymane had delivered them as a worgen. Which meant that the Archmage would very soon be fighting an entirely new battle against himself.

Great.

Fortunately, it wasn't overly long before he returned with the other druids to Stormheim, perhaps an hour or so had possibly passed he suspected, but he had tried his best to hurry.

Khadgar watched, fascinated by the Druid's method of leaving and stored it away as another thing to probe Luciphel about when things were more settled. And, well, being left with the.sheep and with drying blood all over him... It gave him time to think more clearly about what had transpired.

Undoubtedly there would be the need to remind Genn that it was better that he had taken it then had someone else walked in and let him loose upon Greywatch. Though, perhaps sparking rage in what Khadgar did to make sure he wasn't a danger to the majority of the small settlement would be a bad idea. Sigh,

By the time the four Druids returned, Khadgar was resting his head against a tree, eyes closed while he held the ends of the leash firmly, appearing as if he was just resting instead of being in deep thought.

Khadgar was not proud to say that some of the things that the three more experienced Druids had said completely blew over his head, but if he was questioned after the fact he knew he had the excuse of attempting to keep himself together after the Worgen bite.

One thing came to another and Khadgar had been asked to teleport them to Darnassus, which he did so gladly.

Khadgar was fascinated by what he ended up watching, how they drew the Nightmare out of Genn after using one of their spells -- Entangle, was it? -- to hold him down instead of the more humiliating form of the sheep that Khadgar had done in the moment, to keep him in one place. He wouldn't know if it worked, they didn't even know if it would work completely and while it was a horrible thought, he was still enamored by the knowledge they were providing him with.

Sadly after it was done, Malfurion had turned on him and reached for the bitten arm. The bite was angry looking, almost as if it was infected from this short of a time. (Baffling really, he would need to study Worgen bite marks another time) He was forced to drink a potion as Malfurion would not let him be until he did, though Khadgar was unsure if it was just a precaution or it was actually what was needed to be done.

He was left to be after that and sat down near the prone form of Genn Greymane to wonder what Medivh would've said about this turn of events.

As Genn woke, his mind was a muddle with conflicting memories of the last few hours. One set had him dealing with the Banshee Queen, the other--the other set he didn't want to really consider too in depth. Not right now.

Yet upon waking up he was presented with the undeniable truth of those unwelcome memories. It was immediately obvious just where he was and he wondered silently just how much the mage would either fear, or even hate him for the attack, for what he'd undeniably cursed him with.

"...words cannot express how sorry I am for my actions toward you." he finally said quietly as he sat up properly, eyes falling and lingering on Khadgar's wrapped arm. He grimaced at the memory of how it had felt between his jaws and turned his gaze away from the other man to the ground on the other side. He would take the appropriate responsibility to see that Khadgar would have control over this new curse he'd been inflicted with.

Edited 2016-09-27 19:48 (UTC)

Khadgar peered up at Genn when he spoke suddenly, thick white brows lifting in surprise at the first words out of the man's mouth was an apology. The corner of his mouth twitched up and his blue eyes gazed at him with a questioning glint in his eyes. He was not expecting that, honestly and maybe a little put off by it. It was like Greymane expected him to lash out at him or worst.

"It wasn't your fault," he told the Worgen, flexing the bandaged arm, "we were just lucky that it was me and not someone or multiple someone's."

He didn't think it was something to hate Genn over, then perhaps morbidly he paused and looked up at him with a slow smile while he said; "it would not be the first time a friend attempted to murder me, nor is it the first time that I was cursed by one. I blame you no more than I blame Medivh."

A small part of him was hoping that reminding the man of those sad facts and that he didn't hold him responsible that he would not dive into depression too hard. And maybe, just maybe he was hoping that Genn would quickly catch on that he was not scared of him in the least, at least how he was then. When that gaze was pinned on him, however... that was another story and he'd like to not repeat it.

"You do have to walk me through what's to come, Greymane," Khadgar said with a smug smile, "I find myself sorely lacking on information on Worgen in general."

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