The dragonflights had called their champions to the roof of the world once again, summoning the heroes of each flight except the black. Each of the dragonsworn champions stood at the roof of the Wyrmrest temple, shivering in the freezing cold. They stood before Alexstrasza herself, whom seemed deeply troubled.<br/><br/>She then began to address each present in a hasty, worried tone of voice. "Greetings heroes," she began, "I call upon you with worry, and with dire need. A dangerous threat to Azeroth has arisen with the invasion of the Burning Legion coming, and we have discovered cultists within the depths of the earth... And they have taken a prisoner of each flight... Two male, two female. I am worried why they do this, and ask you free our brethren. Even without our old powers, an army of Fel dragons would be dire..."<br/><br/>"Indeed, aunt," Wrathion suddenly interjected, cutting off the Dragonqueen. Yet nobody stopped him, knowing he had something to say. "Champions," he continued, "I ask you complete this mission with haste. Azeroth is in danger, and only you can defend it now. So I will ask one more thing, knowing it may be of use... I have a weapon for each of you, bestowed with my magics, and the magics of... Well, it doesn't really matter, but these are powerful. Take them. Use them. And skewer whoever in their right mind wants to ruin our beloved world."<br/><br/>He presented four weapons suddenly, each shimmering with a strange aura of the respective dragonflights. One was red, another blue, another green, and another gold... A sword, staff, mace, and axe...<br/><br/>They had their mission, and it was to be completed, for the sake of all of Azeroth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>