The device was… strange. By all accounts, it was essentially an elaborate hourglass. A six foot tall elaborate hourglass. And yet, it weighed nearly nothing.
It was simplicity itself to stand the hourglass in the sand. Euripedes could detect the incredible energies surrounding the hourglass, but was unable to decipher what the energy was doing.
He did know that he had just appeared on the other side of the hourglass.
Future Euripedes waved.
Past Euripedes sighed. “I figured that time traveling gnome would do something like this. How’d you get Ogri’la’d into this?”
Future Euripedes shrugged. “Likely the same way you did. I am you, after all.”
Past Euripedes frowned. “You sure? I wouldn’t be caught dead in a yellow cape.”
“It was an upgrade! This stupid yellow cape is better than the crap you’re wearing.”
“I’ll have you know I farmed Heroics for weeks for this!”
“It’s still crap.”
There was an awkward silence.
Past Euripedes, striving to get along with himself, changed the subject. “Chromie said if I don’t do this right, I’ll end up ending my existence.”
Future Euripedes waved his hand dismissively. “No need to worry, I’m here, and as the future you, that means we won. Unless, of course, the time line isn’t singular and closed. In which case-”
“We’re both well and truly archived.” Past Euripedes finished.
Future Euripedes nodded, and said “Of course, even with multiple time lines, it’s possible that even if we both die, neither of us actually does. It won’t matter to us so much, but somewhere, we did indeed emerge victorious from here.”
“We do know the time line, at least, can be edited. We learned that in the Caverns of Time.” Past Euripedes said, “Though it didn’t seem to matter that we failed.”
“Heh, so true. Remember failing to stop Archimonde and dooming the night elf civilization to obliteration?”
Both Euripedes’ smiled and chuckled, and simultaneously said “Good times.”
But their reminiscing was not to last. Soldiers of the Infinite Dragonflight spawned, rushing the strange hourglass with every intention of pulverizing it.
Past Euripedes, with the merest flicker of thought, summoned a water elemental to his side. Selecting on of the dragonkin, he rooted it to the sand, and with a few quick spells, shattered it’s body into unidentifiable pieces.
Future Euripedes unleashed bolts of frostfire, simultaneously incinerating and freezing everything he attacked.
Several dragonkin lay dead (most in pieces), and the two trolls turned to one another.
“What the holy Hakkar are you doing?!”
Past Euripedes shouted “You abandoned frost? What the hell is wrong with you? How can you even level without it?”
Future Euripedes shouted back “It was a mistake to spec frost in the first place! D’you have any idea how powerful the fire tree is?”
“FIRE tree?! That was no fire, mon, that was a ball of slush! Frost and fire in the same spell? What are you going to do, drown them?”
“Says the troll with a pet puddle!”
“Juuust wait 30 seconds!”
“Oh that’s just brilliant. Get over here, grandpa, I’ll show you 30 seconds!”
Both Euripedes’ glared at each other. Their anger was brief, as another wave of dragonkin had arrived. These, too, were obliterated from time without much effort.
Future Euripedes commented, “Watching you fight, it’s no wonder I turned to drinking.”
“Watching you fight, it’s no wonder I’m going to turn to drinking” Past Euripede’s retorted.
“Look, it’s not a slushbolt. It’s fire and frost, harmonized into a single-”
“Freezerburn?” asked Past Euripedes, with a smile.
A slow grin spread across Future Euripedes’ face. “Yeah. Freezerburn.” Both trolls shared another chuckle.
“Listen” Future Euripedes said. “I don’t think I’m supposed to tell you this, but I’m going to anyway. There’s this party, you’ll be invited. Whatever you do, DO NOT. DRINK. THE PUNCH. Got it?”
“No punch. Got it.”
“Good. Now, more than likely, there’s going to be an elite dragon or something showing up at… ahh, there he is.”
Another corpse joined the pile of dragon parts on the floor.
Past Euripedes looked up, confused. “What the heck? Nozdormu is up there! I thought this thing was supposed to reveal the leader of the Infinite… Dragonflight…” He trailed off.
Future Euripedes chimed in. “Yep. That’s what it’s supposed to do, all right.”
“Hope he doesn’t suffer from personality issues.”
Both Euripedes’ gazed at Nozdormu, infinite possibilities running through their minds.
Future Euripedes broke the silence. “I’d better get back. I’m scheduled to help out the Sons of Hodir.”
“The Sons of who?”
“Hodir. Don’t worry about it, you’ll see them shortly. Just remember, when they ask you to blow his horn, it isn’t what you think.”