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Race |
Human (Worgen) |
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Year of Birth |
574 K.C. |
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Place of Birth |
Gilneas |
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Title(s) |
Chancellor |
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Occupation(s) |
Former Chancellor of the Magus Senate of Dalaran |
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Faith |
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Family |
Cathryn Halliwell (Wife - Deceased) |
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Alignment |
Lawful Good |
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Status |
Alive |
Chancellor Damon Halliwell was a former leader of the Magus Senate of Dalaran. He is a strong and noble man who prefers to lead from the background. While he allows his close and trusted advisors to be the face of the Kirin Tor, it is he who reports to the Council of Six. While he has fallen on what could be considered hard times, his resolve to the mission of the Kirin Tor has never been stronger.
Early Years[]
Damon Halliwell was born in the year 574 K.C. to the noble family of Halliwell. His parents are Paul and Martha Halliwell. The Halliwell family ruled over the barony of Tidal's Reach, known for its large fishing village it was also known for its use and teaching of magic. In the middle of their lands lies Halliwell Manor, a rather large and grand manor that the Halliwell's have lived in sense their rise to nobility. To the west of their manor lies the coast where smaller villages surrounded the main fishing village of Tidal Bay. To the east of the Manor lies some of the many open fields of Gilneas. In the middle of the fields stood a large mage tower where the students of the Halliwell family learned and practiced their magic.
Damon grew up surrounded by his family, magic, and the love for his studies. While still only a young boy he was always being pushed by his uncle, John Halliwell, to be a leader. He always said that one day Damon would command the barony, and that only a strong leader could hope to keep everyone and everything in line. Damon while always trying to nod and seem interested had no intention of leading, he only wished to study and relax without the burden of nobility.
One day while trying to make a feather float around his room, his mother came in and started to pack his things. Confused, young Damon stopped what he was doing and asked her what was going on. With a kind smile and a sort hug she told him that things were changing and that they were going to Dalaran for a visit so that he could get more help with his studies. Overjoyed that he would be going to the city of mages the one place he had always wished to see, he said not another word as he started to help pack. When they were finished, he was hurried out the door and to the carriage already packed with his parents things.
As he stepped into the carriage he saw his father and uncle walking out of the manor his uncle looking as red as blood. "My own brother! Abandoning his people, HIS OWN FAMILY! I will not have it, Paul, you leave this land and I swear to you that you will regret it!" Damon looked on as his father replied. "I will not be a prisoner in my own homeland! Who does the king think he is to throw away of alliances and hide behind a wall! I will not keep my son here to be a slave to ignorance! We are leaving for Dalaran brother and if you cannot understand it then I am sorry for you."
Damon look on confused and scared, he had never seen his father or uncle so upset before. His mother held him trying to convince him to look away to never mind them but he kept looking as his uncle continued. "It's that blasted women! I never should have let you marry a commoner! She has poisoned your mind from your duty and filled it with mud! I swear to you right now boy if you get in the carriage and leave I will disown you! You will be seen as a traitor to your own people and shell never be able to return!" Damon's father looked back in shock as he simply spit on the ground and got into the carriage, replying, "Then good riddance I say to you and to this land! May it forever stay as ignorant as the people who live in it!". Without allowing any more words, he motioned for the carriage to go and Damon left behind his home, his family, and his nobility.
The Move to Dalaran and a new Life[]
The years past and Damon grew up in Dalaran. His parents vowing to never mention Gilneas again took up jobs as librarians. Dalaran had welcomed them with open arms as they did to all mages and they soon had their own home built just outside of the great city. Damon learned to forget what he saw that one day as he left and focused on his studies. He had started to become a very good mage having many teachers and friends inside the city of Dalaran. One of his favorite teachers was a High Elf by the name of Sorin Magehand who helped him to understand magic and what he wanted from it out of life. The two became very close friends and in fact Sorin one day offered Damon and his family a place in his family. Honored and with full understanding that they had been disowned by the Halliwell family they agreed and even changed their last names to Magehand. Damon looked ahead hoping for peace and safety in this new land.
During the Third War, the unthinkable happened, Dalaran was attacked not only attacked but decimated. Prince Arthas and the vile undead stormed the city. Damon, scared and confused, did what any boy would do and ran. He doubted he could stop any of them and wanted nothing more than to find his family. Damon found himself trapped in a corner and the undead around him, he feared that it was his time but then a blast of magic killed the undead and Sorin grabbed him and they ran. Damon was put into a safe area and told to stay there while Sorin returned to the battle. Damon did as he was told until the very ground of Dalaran started to shake. Scared and alone, Damon ran back into the streets only to see a huge demon towering over the city as he looked up he heard a crash and saw the towers of Dalaran start to fall. With Dalaran crumbling around him, he ran once more but this time to help. Damon does not know how long the destruction took or how long he fought the undead or how many he tried and failed to save but he found himself at the Library where his parents were suppose to be at last. Shock and fear ran over him as he saw the city has already fallen, and, to his horror, he saw his parents on the ground dead crushed under the building. Damon fall to his knees unable to move until another Archmage of Dalaran found him and dragged him away to safety.
Dalaran Restored[]
Barely able to function Damon, stayed close to his friend Sorin after the destruction of Dalaran. Like many of the Kirin Tor he refused to leave the city for he had nowhere else to go. In the end it was Sorin who pulled Damon back to reality as he forced him to help keep what was left of Dalaran safe. Damon was still young but had a gift for magic Sorin taught him the spells he needed to know and with the rest of the Kirin Tor he helped them to forge the shield that surrounded Dalaran to protect it as they started to rebuild.
Years past and Damon kept learning and kept working, his studies had gone from a joy to a needed evil as he forced himself to grow stronger. His days of reading from books turned to learning spells from others to aid in the rebuilding of the city. Gifted with enchantment he aided in ensuring the new walls of Dalaran were strong and that the shield remained up. Sorin kept Damon working until we was old enough to take care of himself. Damon was given his own living area and had now advanced to the rank of Arcanist. Damon found himself walking the streets of Dalaran as he looked around he could only smile at everything.
At long last the city was finished and he had helped. One day Sorin came to him and spoke of a plan to lift Dalaran into the sky for protection and that strong mages where needed for the spell. While he was no Archmage he was still gifted and agreed to help. He understood what was going to happen and he knew that many would need to keep the lay line below the city incheck. After the spell has been cast and the city broke free of the ground he elected to stay behind and aid the other Mages in containing the power of the Lay line. So as Dalaran floated up into the sky he stood on the ground channeling the powers of the Lay line away he watched as Dalaran moved and then left his sight.
Sometime after Dalaran had left Damon got a letter from Sorin. The letter brought him up to speed. Dalaran had become neutral and was now working with Alliance and Horde to bring down the Lich King. Damon was almost in shock to read this but then again he had been kept out of the worlds events for over 12 years. The Letter went on to mention that the Blue Dragons were waging a war on Dalaran now and that it was not looking good. The letter asked that he leave his duty at the carter and return to aid Dalaran once more or risk losing the city yet again. Damon gathered with the other mages at the carter and it was clear that they could manage the job without him so with the help of a few others a portal was opened to Dalaran and Damon returned home to aid in what ways he could.
Damon aided the Kirin Tor to the best he could. He mostly found himself in the city. When at last the Blue Dragons were defeated and the Lich King lay dead in Icecrown Damon debated if he would return to the carter but decided to remain in Dalaran. Time past and news hit Dalaran of another sundering. Floating in the skies of Northrend Damon had felt or really heard anything. While few mages were sent out to aid both Alliance and Horde to stop the dragon Deathwing Damon remained in Dalaran studying and just living his life that is until he started to see and hear the one thing that would bring him up for air from his books...he started to see Worgen in the city.
Stories started to flood in about how the once great nation of Gilneas had fallen to the sundering and then to the Forsaken. Damon was shocked and horrified to learn that over 85% of his people were now Worgen cursed and changed forever. Damon sat in his room one night trying to picture what his life would be like now if he had reminded in Gilneas and he decided that he would be dead much like his uncle now was. Having been so young and having changed his last name no one knew that he alone was the surviving member of House Halliwell and he liked to keep it that way. After all he had been disowned.
Damon was approached one day by an Archmage of the Kirin Tor and was asked to make a trip. The Kirin Tor had decided that they did not know enough about what was going on in the world and were sending mages to both Alliance and Horde factions to join the and learn of the world and what had become of it. Damon was sent to the city of Stormwind where he had been enlisted into the Seventh Vanguard under the command of Grand Marshal Baldrec Ashcroft. Damon stayed to himself as he tried to learn. He discovered that the dragon Deathwing had been destroyed but now a new land mass had been discovered.
He left with the Seventh Vanguard to Pandaria and ended up having to fight the Horde. He was discouraged when he found himself fighting with some of his own Kirin Tor friends. Battle after battle he fought trying to stay in the background and out of trouble. One day while on a scouting mission he was in the forests when he came across his former commander Colin Taylor who had been MIA for some time. Together they made their way back to the Seventh Camp. Soon after the Seventh was disbanded and as a parting gift Damon gave Colin a bag of Portal shards so that he would never end up being lost again. Now as he left the Vanguard behind Damon at last returned to his home in Dalaran.
Damon returned to the City of Mages only to learn they were having their own problems. Lady Jaina Proudmoore was now in control of the city and after a betrayal by the Sunreavers was purging the city of all Horde. Damon looked on in horror as once friends were imprisoned or worse killed all around the city. Damon later found out that his old friend and mentor Sorin had been killed by the sunreavers while trying to escape. heartbroken over the loss of his friend Damon found himself outside of the Dalaran Hold looking at a mage. He learned that the mages name was Verus Baelheit and that they both had in common the idea that this was not how Dalaran should be. Verus told Damon of a group that was forming with permission of the Six to keep Dalaran in Order. Verus much like Sorin must have seen something in Damon that he himself could not see as he was invited to join and become one of Verus's Advisors and so together with Verus and Elberich Haltring The Magus Senate of Dalaran was born.
Damon Halliwell done with shit
Damon with the help of Verus and Elberich finally rose to the rank of Archmage after mastering Transmutation and Enchantment for the schools of magic. As all Archmages do Damon made his own spell, a spell he keeps secret and to himself as says it is a spell to only be used as a last resort when all else has failed and Dalaran is at stake. While an Archmage and a powerful magic user Damon has always been too relaxed. He preferred to advise and let others lead. at least he was until everything changed and he was forced to look onto the real world and what he saw looked back at him.
The Magus Senate of Dalaran was in full swing now. Students from all over were returning to the Kirin Tor to learn under them. together they found and recovered many artifacts and put away many the rouge mage. One day Verus came to them and said it was time to reclaim Ambermill his old home and a land Dalaran had long held before the Forsaken had taken it. Eager to see another part of Dalaran restored Damon followed the senate into the Forsaken Lands and then into the broken town of Ambermill. When they arrived it was off. The great shield that had once protected Ambermill was still in place but so weak it might as well not have been there. The Elementals around the city still moved and protected the broken buildings but seemed to not notice or obey any commands. As the Senate moved closer to the town center they were attacked by an Arcane construct that seemed broken and thought them Forsaken. After a long a hard battle the senate was able to defeat the construct. The mages reactivated the Ley-line under the town and Damon made his way into the town hall where he found the key to activating the shield around the town. with little trouble he was able to put everything on and rephase the town away from Forsaken eyes but something was wrong...why had it been so easy.
The next day Verus, Damon and a few others went out to scout and find out where the Forsaken where. To their shock and surprise the Forsaken had their hands full with a huge wild pack of feral Worgen. On their way back from scouting the small group was attacked not by Forsaken but by the same Worgen that had enabled them to take Ambermill. Without warning Damon was jumped by no less the three feral Worgen and if not for the fast actions of Verus would have died then and there. When he was at last saved the damage had been done. He was scratched and bitten all over he looked like a thing of meat that had been thrown to the dogs but he was alive. Damon was rushed back to Ambermill and Verus demanded a Portal to Dalaran be opened at once to get Damon treated but it was pointed out that Damon had been bitten... and that he was already starting to heal on his own because of the curse. Verus and the others watched on in shock and horror as Damon started to change and become what he hated and feared the most. Verus did all he could to try and stop the change but it was no good. with a burst of power Damon charged from Human to Worgen and broken free of his chains and attacked the Senate. With the last of Damons will he forced himself to run from Ambermill..this last memory was of him clawing at a mage guarding the road and thinking of home..his real first home Tidal's reach before it all fades to black for him.
Damon was at last captured by the Senate a week later and bound in chains and brought back to Dalaran where he was placed in the Hold until something could be done for him. There help came in the most unlikely of places as a Women from the senate named Zeph came to his cell. There he spoke to him about control and power. He talked around how she knew other worgens and how even the most feral can regain control if they have the will to. Risking everything she lowered the shield of his cell and stepped inside. Damon charged at her but at the last moment stopped dead in his tracks. With Zeph guiding him Damon managed to regain control of himself and they spent the night talking... for Zeph it was an act of Kindness for Damon it was the night he fell madly in love.
Damon with the aid of Zeph and the rest of the Senate was able undergo the rite from the Night elves and regain himself completely. Damon found that the change while it disgusted him came with perks he could never have thought of. The timid and shy man he use to be had died that night and had been replaced with a more confident leader who was ready to take on the world with a courage that he had never known before. His gentle green eyes had now been replaced with red eyes that seem to stare into a person's soul to be able to judge them and tell if they were true to word or not. Damon with his new found courage used it in the only way he cared about..he kissed Zeph and with that his new life started. Together with Zeph he learned to not hate himself but he accept who he was and to enjoy it. He found his curse now to be more of a blessing and he found strength in it and in Zeph. He was soon promoted to Vice-Chancellor of the senate second only to verus. He helped to improve the senate and to aid Dalaran in ways he had been too scared to in the past. This was a new age of Damon it was his age.
As time ticked on a civil war broken out in the Highlands. Dalaran attempting to aid in bring both sides to an agreement but had less luck than was hoped. They choose to worry more about the battle with the Horde as they were now members of the Alliance. It was at this time that Verus stepped down at Chancellor of the Senate and promoted Damon in his stead. Damon now in control of the senate went to work aiding the Kirin Tor on the Isle of Thunder He promoted his friend Meriahm Lausten to Vice-Chancellor to aid him in watching over the Kirin Tor.
The first Week was a weak out of hell as alongside the rest of the Kirin Tor fought off Mogu and trolls and Horde alike. At last when a breath was able he returned to Dalaran and he and Zeph married. Damon turned his attention to his wife now and to hopefully his soon family. Zeph was a noble of the once nation of Alterac and Damon always felt as if he was not good enough for her. It was at this time that Damon looked back into his past and remembered who he was. He was the last member of the House Halliwell and while disowned it was in another time and his uncle was long dead. wishing to prove himself worthy of Zeph he went to Stormwind to meet with that remanded of the Noble houses of Gilneas. With so many few remaining it was agreed that Damon was allowed to reclaim his birth right and he came the Baron of Tidal's reach as he had always been meant to. Returning to Dalaran he couldn't help but laugh thinking about how he had always ran from this title his whole life and now here he was a new man and now a noble.
The land his once more he returned home after hearing that some of Gilneas had been retaken. He found himself at the Manor where he was born. It seemed only by luck that the manor still stood as all of the coast had been lost to the sea. Even the great village of Tidal Bay was half under water now. As Damon looked to the fields to the east he found many farms had not been contracted and much to his great surprise the people his family once left welcomed him back with open arms. Damon vowed he would help them rebuild his familys lands and opened up the Manor to his people as a shelter until new homes could be built. with this Damon now turned back to Dalaran as the real war was starting.
Damon had turned his full attention to Dalaran and to his mistake had turned away from Zeph trying to keep Dalaran in check. Zeph was now pregnant with twins and came to Damon asking for a devoice. heartbroken Damon pleaded but it was no use. With the devoice final Zeph left Dalaran and to this Day Damon has not seen her or his twins. Damon now alone has his full focus on Dalaran fearing that if he slows down for even a moment he was whole left by his missing family.
A Time that never came to be[]
Damon stood just outside of the Parlor looking down at the Floating city of Dalaran. So many years had passed since the iron Horde had invaded their world and so much had happened. Damon’s eyes scanned the city he gave everything to. The spires of Dalaran were no longer pure and purple but dirty and split. Dalaran had changed because of the endless war. The Council of Six had long been dead by this point as well as proudmoore. The City was now ruled by the Inner-Council of the Magus Senate. We did what were to create to do, protect and ensure Dalaran survived. The forbidden laws of magic had been forgotten as well as any law accept survive as long as we could. Many of the Senate had fled Dalaran as news reached of every area of the world falling to the Iron horde. They ran to find loved ones or try and retake old lands. Some returned barely alive but many were never heard from again.
You see Dalaran was falling. It was not a fast fall mind you but the iron Horde had finally found a way to slowly pull the energy out of the crystals holding Dalaran in the Air. Damon thought back to how long they had fought them off. Wave after wave of attacks from the sky and a battle of magic while they tried to hold the crystals together keeping Dalaran flying, but just like the old Alliance and Horde did before Dalaran they had failed. Every day Dalaran descended a bit more and soon they would be close enough for the army of the Iron Horde to do a full on attack and try to finish off the last bastion of resistance in the world.
Part of the city remained as it used to, Purple spires and Blue Arcane crystals. The roads were clean and you could see Dalaran mages walking and talking but more importantly working. Barriers were being put up and spikes to try and stop the incoming invasion from gaining ground. This area of Dalaran was led by Zanbor Emerson, above all he was the Mage who remained true to the ideas of the Kirin Tor. He kept his section as pristine as it had been in the old days and wore unto any who made the mistake of making it look otherwise. He had drove himself into Nethermancy pulling arcane power from the nether to fuel his area. In fact it had gotten so bad that if someone did not fill out the proper paperwork he would open a portal and send them flying into the nether itself. This Area was known for the beer garden and Zanbor loved to drink even now. He drank at one of the tables and you could see him yelling and beating an undead minion that followed him around. Oh poor Lewis, Not even in death did he escape Zanbor for Arranax had brought him back to serve.
Damon’s eyes now moved to another part of the city. This part was control by non-other than Verus Baelheit. The parts of old had been covered by Titan parts. Verus had scavenged any and all Titan strongholds he could find and had brought them back to Dalaran. He much like Damon had told him in the past become obsessed with it and Damon had egged him on in the end. Verus was now more Titan creation them Human. The old friend Damon had known long gone replaced with hate and desperation but Damon would not blame him for it was this way for everyone.
His eyes moved to yet another part of the city that was dark and dirty but by far the most that scared Damon. It was led by Arranax Devin if you could still call him that. He had turned this part of the city into a Necromancers playground. He had restarted the cult of the damned and they looked to him as if he were the Lich King…but he might as well be as the iron Horde had long since devoured Icecrown and any form of life there, be it undead or living. From within this section of the city you could see horrible Abominations walking around doing the jobs Devin demanded. These abomination where made completely from dead orcs that Devin and his following had slain and used for parts. Damon could see the Lich Devin shouting orders and preparing himself. Damon just looked on thinking about how far they had all fallen, how far they had needed to just to survive.
Damon from the other timeline
Once more Damon’s eyes moved to the Final part of the city he could see that had changed. Dark roads and towers lined this area. Fel Crystals lined the towers and streets. It was in this area the very last of the Blood elves lived. The High Elves had long died out either by death or the slow conversion to becoming Fel users themselves. Vorien Dawnstrider was the Leader of this area and shocking one of Damon’s favorite areas. When the lands of the Blood elves fell to the iron Horde Vorien took it hard. The High elves had almost completely rejoined the brothers and sisters when the Iron Horde came. The destruction was horrible and the once beautiful lands looked lifeless and barren. What the Iron Horde did to their lands made what the undead do look like child’s play. Vorien had rushed back and had saved as many as he could but only about 500 elves made it. Once again the sunwell was destroyed and corrupted and the elves lost everything. Even Vorien twisted and became a wretched. Vorien and the small group of his people quickly turned back to Fel magic and went as deep into it as they could. From within his area Demons could be seen walking around preparing for the attack as well and runes of dark magic being cast. Vorien himself was in the middle summoning in the last demons he would be able to before the attack.
Damon closed his eyes as he thought about Gehlnarine Liridian, at some point long before the city turned to the forbidden magic’s word had reached Dalaran about the Caverns of time being under attack. Gehlnarine quickly took the portal there located in Dalaran but was never heard from again. The portal just vanished one day and Dalaran had been completely shut out from the caverns. Damon assumed he had died protecting them and it saddened him to think of such.
Damon’s eyes shot open as he felt the city jerk lower once more and from the underbelly of the city came a cry of anger and hate. Damon looked over to Devin’s area of the city and his eyes moved to the only remaining opening to the underbelly of the city. Every other area had been sealed off because of what was now inside. Meriahm Lausten out of all of the Inner-council took the orc invasion the hardest. She had lost so much to the Orcs and now a 3rd time they had come and this time had won. As the alliance fell around her she returned to Northrend. She was gone for many years and Dalaran had thought her dead but one day she had returned to the city when it needed her most but how she returned made even the orcs cry in fear and run. She had fallen to the Old gods…or chose to, she never said. She was now corrupted and twisted. Her life extended by the dark masters she now served. She led an army of faceless and other twisted old god minions. She and her forced kept to the underbelly to worship the old ones and bring more forced to fight. Now as the city fell she would exit the opening in Devin’s area and with her came the faceless that served her. Damon shuttered as he knew the time had come. The end of Dalaran had come.
Damon turned his back to the city and walked into the citadel. It was no longer called the Violet Citadel but the Blood Citadel. This was Damon’s area of the city. Along with the others he had fallen. He had looked for any and every way to fight the orcs and for him it was blood magic. He had practiced it in secret for many years but had really let loose when the time had come. His skill was unmatched in blood magic. He would take tons of orcs and all at once kill them by cutting off their blood flow or turn them on each other controlling their blood but all of this was meaningless to him as there had ever only been one reason he used it. He had looked to find a way to bring back his life and real love Zeph back from the dead, it was only after the invasion of the Orcs that he had found a way.
As he walked into the now Red Parlor his wife Zeph came to him and explained how we would defend the city to the last. Damon looked around as the parlor had basically become his lab. There he studied blood and how he could use it to bring an end to the orcs. As Damon nodded and spoke to Zeph he stretched out his wings…yes wings. After he had brought Zeph back into the world of the living he had followed her down the path of Fel magic. He had long forgotten his mage training and had become a full warlock. Blood magic was his choice of magic but he knew he needed more than weak arcane magic to bring out its full power. Along with Vorien and Zeph he abused artifact after artifact until his body changed and twisted to be more Demon them man. His skin was much greyer now and he had horns growing him his forehead. While they were not the largest he had grown demon like wings on his back. Looking back on this choice Damon knew he had made the right choice for Damon blood was far more powerful than normal blood. At last the alarm sounded and the time was at hand. He put his arm around Zeph and they walked out of the Blood Citadel to meet their fate.
Damon had to admit that most of what came next it a bur to him. The Orcs had been able to get the city low enough to break the walls down. The Orcs had rushed into the city and the fight itself he did not remember. The last real thing he remembers was him, the whole Inner-council and the last of Dalaran’s forces were all trapped in the middle of the city. The orcs had surrounded them and where coming in for the kill. Damon and Zeph stood back to back while Zanbor and Vorien did the same. Arranax and Meriahm having both lost all their forced stood with them and Baelheit stood between them all shouting that the Titans themselves would avenge him. Dalaran was falling around them. Fire was everywhere, screams and explosions were all around them. At last Damon turned and kissed his wife and moved to the very center of them and nodded to them all in a last goodbye. They all knew what was about to happen, they had long ago decided that Dalaran would never fall. If they did not hold control of it then no one ever would again. Almost in sync the whole Inner-council and Zeph started to channel all their power into Damon. Damon himself had started a cast a spell he had created long ago, a spell he had hoped to never have to use. He started to absorb all the magic around him. He sucked in all the power from the council and then started from the city itself. The walls and towers of Dalaran started to grow weak and crumble as Damon took the magic right out of them. The Orcs grew closer and Damon readied to turn himself into a Mana bomb that would destroy everyone. The end was finally here and Dalaran would not fall to the Orc but them.
Just as Damon had pulled in all the magic around him something stopped him. A Large dark portal had open next to him and from within it a single man stepped out. He whole body was armored and let it looked like it was falling apart. His very skin was tuning back and falling off into the wind. His black eyes turned to Damon and he saw it was Gehlnarine. Gehlnarine looked around him and was laughing “My friends, this is how you go out? You let the Orcs win? NO! They will never win! We have lost here and now but just as they did so shall we. The Infinite Dragonflight has seen to it. Just beyond this lovely Time portal my friends is our salvation!” Damon looked on in shock and the others did as well but the Orcs yelled and started their final charge and it took them all of a moment he make their choice. First went Arranax and Meriahm then Baelhiet, then Vorien and Zanbor. Gehlnarine looked at Damon and told him he had moments after him before the Time portal would close and he jumped though. Damon looked on Zeph had waited just too long and an orc would cut her down in front of him. Damon knew there was only one course of action where they could truly be together again…the past. He would quickly summon all the power in him into a ball in front of him. It was unable to be moved but he would let it go and jump into the portal and survive…and so he did. He jumped into the portal and it closed behind him.
Damon hanging out with Drossy
Damon would exit the Time portal and he smiled as he saw the whole Inner-council again once more together. He looked around and was in shock when he saw it was Netherguard keep…intact the first place to fall. Guards were confused and charging at them. Damon only grinned and looked around to the others “And now it is time to correct history!”
The Iron Horde comes[]
“Aye. Three times now have the orcs invaded us, the first time they were controlled by Demons, the next they returned out of need, then again they allowed Hellscream to push another invasion. But now on our door step they invade a fourth time…NEVER AGAIN! We end this now! FOR DALARAN!” -Damon’s vote for war with the Iron Horde
Damon for a time had found peace in his job and in his life. While becoming what some would consider a drunk he found himself finally having fun. The cease fire had stopped the fighting with the Horde and at last Dalaran was in a place of peace and safety. It was during his peace that he formed a bound with a young women in the senate known as Drossy, a bond that proved to be more than he had first expected. Damon quickly found himself being protective of Drossy and thinking of her as his daughter. It was during this time take Damon made a mistake and lowered his guard, this one mistake changed him when the worst came and the Dark Portal turned Red.
Damon’s world quickly shattered with news of Nethergarde going dark. Damon had allowed himself to forget the way the world worked and had just for a moment thought that he could find peace. Damon along with the senate make their way to Nethergarde keep to find out what had gone wrong and it was during his time the orcs attacked them. Confused but ready Damon ordered the senate to defend and they slowly made their way to the keep. Damon in his heart prayed that this was just a small attack by Hellscream loyalists but he saw the truth when at last Nethergarde came into view. As Damon’s eyes fell on what was left of the keep his mind seemed to break and he dropped his weapon and fell to his knees. It was not the destruction of the keep that broke him but the banners that now were in front of the keep. He had seen them before in a timeline he had help seal off, a timeline that had been destroyed by an unknown enemy but now it all came together to prove that this Iron Horde was the force from the Infinite Crisis and now it had come for them.
Drossy looking after the old man after he passed out
Damon kneeled there the whole senate wanting blood but he had checked out. He was frozen in fear and did not know what to do. It was at this time Drossy looked at him and did the only thing she could for him. He slapped him across the face and told him to snap out of it and that the senate needed him. That slap proved to be what he needed, it showed him in that moment how foolish he had been to think there was such a thing as peace, in that small moment Damon made a choice, never again would he let his guard down and never again would he forgive the Orcs. Damon led the Senate forward into the keep to recover artifacts that had been stored in Nethergarde and while many had been destroyed he got a good handful. The senate was able to meet up with Alliance forces and regroup.
Damon now called an Emergency Senate meeting and gathered the whole of the Senate in Dalaran, it was here that the senate cried out for revenge. Heated words were spoken and passionate speeches made. In the end Damon called for silence and did something he knew would get the job done. Damon used his knowledge in illusion magic to change the whole parlor into something the senate feared to look at. He showed them Dalaran destroyed having been over run and ruined by the Orcs of the other time line. As he showed them he spoke with only hate in his voice “This is the hour were ether Dalaran falls, or Dalaran rises!” Damon then called for a vote of war, but not just war but for the complete extermination of the invading Iron Horde, He would not forgive again. The vote passed without issue, the senate wanted blood and it was blood Damon intended on giving them.
Winter's Veil[]
The sun was just starting to rise over the Halliwell lands, and Damon was not only back- but moving hastily around the manor, darting around the sleeping inhabitants like a ninja. He moved from room to room, and with a few hand motions, the rooms would light up with festive, glimmering decorations- baubles and garland, candles and tinsel! In the dining room, a huge tree- already decorated- was soon standing in the middle, and holly lined the halls. It wasn't long before the refugees that lived in the manor began to wake, and Damon beamed as smiles split across their faces. It was yet again Winter Veil- Lord Halliwell's favorite time of year!
With a wave of his hand, cheerful music started to filter through the manor, and with a few final touches, he made certain everything was as needed- just in time for the joyful chatter to be cut off by an alarmed scream coming from upstairs. Damon just grinned from ear to ear and looked about at everyone, putting his hands together. "Ah, lovely. Drossy is awake.."
The baron had vanished the moment he said this- and not long after, Drossy came running down the stairs, still yet in her pajamas, with a look of sheer panic on her face. She glanced to each individual gathered downstairs, nervous expression plain as day- when, quite suddenly, Damon appeared behind her in a flash and plopped a winter's veil hat on her head, shouting, "Happy Winter's Veil, Drossy!" As he moved around in front of her, he motioned to the house- smiling, at first, but then turning his head back to her, giving her a new grin-- something she hadn't seen in such a long time. "Get ready for the time of your life!"
Relationships[]
Damon was once married to a Beautiful woman by the name of Zeph Neaverweaver. The two met when he was just an advisor to the former Chancellor. Time past and Damon rose in the ranks until he became Chancellor himself but the strain of the job was too much for his Wife and she divorced him leaving Dalaran and his unborn twin children with her. He has not seen them since.
Damon has also formed a close bound with a young women who he has taken to much like a daughter. The young women in named Drossy. The two have what could be considered a complicated relationship and has only been heated with the invasion of the Iron Horde. While Damon will not say it out loud he is extremely proud of her and all she has done. Within his lands there are even rumors of his will being changed to include her but such things have never been confirmed.
Offices[]
| Chancellor of the Magus Senate of Dalaran | ||
| Preceded by Verus Baelheit |
Damon Halliwell | Succeeded by Zanbor Emerson |
| Vice-Chancellor of the Magus Senate of Dalaran | ||
| Preceded by Elberich Haltring |
Damon Halliwell | Succeeded by Meriahm Lausten |