Nyx

Ezraella lifted her fireball towards her, the faint reddish hue rebounding from her armor. She had been up here for many a week, on and off, exploring and assessing the level of threat. There was not much that she could truly do anymore alone and she hoped that the Oracles had recieved her message. Exhaling noticeably, she recollected the missive she had penned, her eyes sweeping over the expanse.nn"The Citadel is moving and preparing." She had written, frowning subtly, "Before the month is out, I expect that we will have yet more to deal with from the Lich King." She had never been one for long, drawn-out missives, prefering the confines of her tomes and history than actually having to deal with people, but this had to be known. She continued to recollect the message for a few more moments, "Meet me on the cliffs surrounding Icecrown Citadel. That's all I fear sending, considering the recent wars."nnAnd then she sighed again, rubbing her face. She couldn't light a fire this close to the Lich King's domain. She feared being swarmed, not only by his forces, but the Alliance as well. All she could do was sit, wait and hope.