one; video; sigil of wisdom

[indirection]

[The face that greets you is inquisitive, friendly, and distinctly red-eyed. The young man looks to be in his late teens, and he's dressed in fine clothes: an intricately embroidered, long-sleeved tunic with epaulets, worked in black and gold and fashioned with a large ruby in the center of his chest. His turban glitters with rubies, as well, and there's a gold hoop dangling from one ear. The overall effect suggests royalty--or, at least, significant affluence. He's dark-skinned and dark-haired, and seems human, at least aside from the bright, piercing glow of his eyes.

There's some shuffling of the image as Wrathion moves about his room, trying to find the best light and angle for his address.

Once he's relatively sure that everything is in order, Wrathion smiles toothily into the camera.]

My, what fascinating technology this is! I can honestly say that I've never seen anything quite like it. Am I really broadcasting to an entire network of people? Amazing.

[He pauses for a moment; clears his throat. He's been here a few days and he's spoken with a few people, but most of the population is as yet unknown to him, and vice versa. Introductions are necessary.]

My name is Wrathion, last of Azeroth's black dragonflight, and it seems I've been pulled right from one dire conflict to another.

[The ingratiating smile widens. His teeth really are quite sharp.]

Back home, I was doing my best to find an expedient and decisive solution to the war at hand. I hope I can make myself useful here, as well. To that end, I'm eager to meet all of you--whether over this device, or, more preferably, in person.

I'm sure we'll all get along splendidly.

Comments

[nonedible]

Oh good! You don't really look like a dragon anyway.

[indirection]

You know, I'm getting that a lot from you people ... but I assure you, I'm just about as draconic as they come. At least on Azeroth.

[nonedible]

So dragons look like humans where on Azeroth? How strange!

[indirection]

Dragons are able to look like anything we choose. It is merely magic. Illusion. And so forth.

[nonedible]

Oh, I see. Is it a kind of magic that only dragons can learn?

[indirection]

Well, anyone can learn illusions if they study carefully enough ... but most mortals do lack the innate shape-shifting talents of dragons.

[except druids, he guesses. but they're limited. and they mostly just turn into animals. yawn.]

[nonedible]

I see. Dragons back home aren't capable of such things. Although do have some powerful magic but it corrupts everything and turns it bad and rotten.

[indirection]

[corrupts everything?]

Hmm. And this is universally so? They are nothing more than a force of destruction?

[nonedible]

I am unsure about universally but that's how they are where I'm from.

[indirection]

Not a good one in the lot, eh. How terribly unfortunate. [he smiles broadly.] I only hope I can alter your impressions! Favorably, of course.

[nonedible]

Well from what I've heard they're supposed to bring about the end of the world...so... [Naturally none of them are good. At least none of the current dragons. There was one that tried to help but she's dead.]

You're already quite different from the dragons back home so I'm sure you will!