Clean-up Duty
Part 2
Part 1
This is a re-telling of the Veiled Ossuary questline, but if we were accompanied by Khadgar. I just really wanted him to interact more with Senegos and after seeing sdei’s comic, I had to write this. Since it turned out longer than expected, I decided to upload the story in parts, and eventually I will publish the full version on AO3. For the adventurer I used my current main.
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“Senegos’ condition troubles you too, does it not?” Narami asked as they crossed one of the streams running through the ossuary's interior courtyard. Thanks to the spell, she could sense something that direction, wisps of arcane power.
“He was very weak when we first met him in Azsuna, and though he recovered I fear I only delayed the inevitable.”
Her heart felt heavier at his words. “You think it won’t be long now?”
Khadgar looked over his shoulder to where the dragons had gone, his expression already saying all she needed to know. “I fear as much, yes. And I know how powerful Raszageth is, what power it took to shield the three of us. It...troubles me to think that the battle at Vakthros might have hastened his end.”
“Is that why you joined me?”
He gave her a sad smile. “It might be my last chance to help a friend and repay him for saving us.”
They continued on, remaining mostly silent, which more than a little unusual for them. There was always something to talk about, especially with all that had been going on since arriving on the Dragon Isles. For now, however, they focused on finding Senegos’ tomes, searching the various tombs on both sides of the streams, each connected to the others by bridges and plenty of stairs. From time to time they needed to shoo some of the insects or move rubble, but thanks to Stellagosa’s spell, it didn’t take them long to locate the books. Khadgar at times was evidently tempted to linger in some places, and Narami couldn’t deny that her own curiosity was piqued by the ruins around them, but they soon rejoined the dragons farther upstairs, who were overlooking the courtyard.
Senegos seemed a little lost in thought when the two arrived. “Ah... these ancient halls. In the old times, blue dragons would claim a small location in the ossuary where they wished to have their remains sent. We used Dragonblight in Northrend as a final resting place when it was impossible to return to the Isles. Those who could make it back here after Neltharion nearly wiped us out passed within these halls. I was ordered to leave their remains undisturbed. I was the last remaining gravekeeper... tasked to update all the graves before we departed. I was younger, more rebellious then. They gave me the gravekeeper role as a way to teach me responsibility, you know?”
“I assume it didn’t work as intended,” the Archmage said.
“Not at first. It wasn't until the War of the Ancients that I took it seriously.” Senegos sighed, remaining still for a moment before he turned to them. “You have the tomes?”
Narami held up all three. “Of course.”
“In surprisingly good condition,” Khadgar added as she handed them over. “Though I suspect the magical aura I sense has something to do with that.”
“I am glad some things have survived all of this time.” Without missing a beat, Senegos began browsing through the pages, nodding from time to time. Eventually, he put the tomes aside. “Now, for the spell I’ve mentioned. It is my special arcane ball, which you may use to roll up the creatures around here.” An orb of arcane light appeared in his hands, which he gave to Narami, who hesitated for a second before taking it. “The more creatures you roll up, the bigger the ball becomes. The bigger the ball, the bigger the creature you can roll out.”
Khadgar laughed, as he studied the glowing orb in the night elf’s hands. “That’s certainly an entertaining way to handle these pests.”
“You’re welcome to help me,” Narami told him. “This is a big place, and you wouldn’t want me to have all the fun alone.”
“Excellent idea, here.” Another arcane ball appeared in Senegos’ hands, and he tossed it to the Archmage. “I remember having so much fun rolling these creatures up with my spells. Unfortunately, I fear these old bones will not let me move as quickly as I once did. I would love for you to give it a shot. Let me live vicariously through you!”
Khadgar, meanwhile, was already scheming again. “Fascinating. Perhaps I can...” The orb’s hue began to shift a little, going back and forth between purple and violet.
“You’re adding to the spell-work,” Senegos noted.
“Yes, I was thinking it could also draw in objects of a certain size in a small area around it.”
The old dragon leaned closer, though Narami wasn’t certain, if he literary saw what Khadgar was doing or more perceiving it in a way only a practised mage could. “Ah, I tried that, but it kept pulling in all manners of stones. Not very practical.”
Khadgar’s hand motions changed slightly, the orb’s hue starting to drift more into blue. “Perhaps I can limit it to organic objects only. I’m sure picking up a few leaves along the way won’t be a problem. Narami, would you like me to modify yours as well?”
“I’m good, thank you.” Given past experiences, the night elf didn’t want to end up stuck to her arcane ball or for the thing to blow up in her none-mage hands.
As the Archmage continued to manipulate his orb, Senegos looked up to a building even farther up and the mountain. When he spoke, he didn’t seem to be addressing them; it was more like he was whispering to himself. “I have so many memories of this place... though I fear I've forgotten far more than I remember.” A little flash of light from Khadgar’s orb brought him back, his expression brightening in an instant, before he stepped back and shifted into his true form. “Now, we shall meet you at the uppermost tomb.”
Stellagosa followed her grandfather’s lead and both dragons took to the air, leaving the other two to deal with the pests. To maximise efficiency, Khadgar and Narami decided to split up, each taking another route up the ossuary.
The arcane orb did work as promised and each insect it touched was immovably trapped. For now she avoided the bigger ones as advised, until suddenly the orb expanded under her hands. Remembering what Senegos had told her, Narami tried one of the larger bugs, delighted to find that it indeed was now also getting caught in the arcane ball.
A few moments later two shadows passed her by and Narami could hear the old dragon from above. “You're getting the hang of it now! I spent so much time rolling up creatures in my youth...”
Stellagosa’s seemed less impressed. “Grandfather, this seems highly inefficient. Don't you have spells to clear the creatures out instantly?”
“My dear Stellagosa, when you live as long as we do, you must sometimes favor enjoying life over being efficient.”
From somewhere to her right, Narami could hear the Archmage chime in. “He’s right, young one!”
The night elf arched an eyebrow, however decided not to say anything. Despite his appearance, Khadgar was probably the youngest one among them. Narami wasn’t entirely certain how old Stellagosa was, but knew for a fact that she herself was almost twice Khadgar’s age.
She looked over to the other path, were the Archmage was cleaning up. Unlike her he didn’t need to push, instead he motioned his fingers in a consistent pattern and the arcane ball rolled in front of him wherever he directed it to. His modifications seemed to work, as his ball pulled in insects from all around it.
He caught her looking and grinned, adding a mock salute, just as she reached one of the staircases. Narami rolled her eyes, suppressing the sudden childish urge to stick her tongue out in response.
The ball wasn’t heavy, but it had caught plenty of insects, making it big enough that it was becoming increasingly difficult to steer. She couldn’t even look over it, which wasn’t helping. Still, if Khadgar used magic, maybe she could put her own skills to the test. For moment Narami studied the stairs, the curve they followed and shifted her stance. Channelling a little chi, she whirled around and kicked the orb with enough force to knock it forward and up the staircase, gathering even more insects as it went. Near the top it bounced off the railing and thankfully came to a stop at the very top, without rolling back down.
With a satisfied smile on her lips, Narami followed her arcane ball up, the way now perfectly cleared from all wildlife. Meanwhile, the two dragons continued to circle above, watching them. “Hrm... I admit the charm is growing on me a bit.”
“Very good, you two!” Senegos shouted. “Bring the balls closer to the top tomb entrance and launch them into the sky!”
Narami and Khadgar made it to the top around the same time, meeting at the centre of the tombs forecourt. “So, which one of us got more?” the Archmage wondered aloud.
Both arcane balls seemed to be of similar size, filled with helpless insects. It was impossible to count them, but the monk had a different idea. “How about we see, who can launch them further up?”
A moment later both orbs were catapulted sky high, one by magic, one by another chi-empowered kick.
“I think yours is going a little higher.”
They were still travelling, but Narami had a feeling hers was already slowing. He was going to win this one at this rate. “Trying to make me feel better?”
“Is it working?”
Before Narami could answer, a loud bang drew their attention upwards once again. One arcane ball was still flying, the other, however, had been torn to pieces along with the contained insects, while the released energy continued to sparkle like fireworks, illuminating the Ossuary with arcane light. It hadn’t been hers.
“Did yours...just explode?”
“It must have become unstable after I relinquished control.” And he’d tried to give her the same modifications earlier, someone, who could not have controlled the magic in the first place. Narami gave him a look, and he appeared to have realised the same, as he suddenly looked a bit embarrassed. Perhaps he also remembered his promise in Stormwind, to at least try not to add to her list of near-death experiences in the future after his already considerable contributions in the past. “Anyway.”
“Well done, well done.“ Senegos landed beside them, turning into his visage. “Ah, brings back memories, though I think your modifications need a few more minor adjustments, Khadgar.”
“One or two at most.”
He pulled something from his robes. The three books they had just recovered. “Then I think my tomes will be in good hands.”
Khadgar seemed surprised by this gift, but took them, carefully running a hand across one of the leather covers. “Thank you, Senegos. They’ll be well taken care of, you have my word.”
“I know. This way now.”
Narami was about to follow, but noticed that Khadgar wasn’t moving. His eyes were still on the books, and his smile was gone, replaced by a look of sorrow. Considering their earlier conversation it wasn’t difficult to guess why. This felt like a farewell gift.
“Everything alright?” she asked, nonetheless.
A slow nod. “Yes, of course,” Khadgar assured her, as he put the tomes into his bag, though she knew him well enough not to be convinced. “Come, let’s not keep them waiting.”
With Senegos walking at a leisurely pace, they caught up quickly, just as the two dragons entered the tomb.
...to be continued.
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