Late Arrival

Just as when it was first opened, the Dark Portal shimmered and crackled with energies fro the void. Its magic whipped out into Azeroth's atmosphere, dissipating upon contact. From over the hill, hidden behind a rock to avoid the wandering felguards, a lone troll mage watched the daunting portal. His bright purple hair crackled with magical energy, almost responding to the portal's. He had traditional Gurubashi marking etched into his face, and a flowing robe indicative of a tribal elder. Regardless, that was a history long dead; now he was now simply Zvool Zul, the troll mage.

He stepped down the hill slowly, his blue-green feet gripping the ashed rock and sand. He was like a fish out of water, despite being only a region or two from his jungle. Gripping his staff for support, he leaped down in front of the portal, hitting the ground with a grunt.

"Crazy beeg magic up dare..." he looked up at the portal's frame, his hair standing up even moreso than usual. He shivered from all the energies resonating in the air. Was this love?

"Oooo, mon, I tell ya.. dis goin' ta get me so much powuh!" He rushed to the portal, though a felguard leaped out of it in time to block his path, landing in front of him and pounding the ground. Zvool cried out in surprise, reflexively blinking 20 yards away. He laughed maniacally, seeing a chance to have some real fun. Twirling his staff and doing a flip in the air to taunt the demon, the felguard wasted no time in charging at the troll.

Waving his arms about flamboyantly, a stream of white and blue magic shot out at the demon, freezing him in place.

"Sorry bad-mon, you bein' too big fo' a sheep, ya?" And with that, Zvool blinked up in front of the portal. Rubbing his hands together excitedly, he jumped up to move inside. As he made contact with the energies, the portal gave a loud *CLAP* and a shockwave slammed into the troll, sending him up... up ... up... way up into the air. Over the wastelands and over a dragon; over the felboards and over Nethergarde Keep..

"Ees ... ees dis flyin'?" Zvool was exhilarated to be this far up and perhaps have found a flight spell. In reality, he was falling... falling... back to his jungle, back to - was that his tent? Yes, it might be... but it was approaching awfully quickly...