Runialstrasz, Azerothian High Councilor

It really was a pity...he hated work. He'd usually spend his time patrolling Mount Hyjal, looking for any trace of "trouble," which he highly doubted would pervade the empty, lifeless ruins that was the mountaintop. He sighed as he returned there to think. It really had been awhile since he had really taken a break from anything. However, it was now his time to act. An old friend of his, a Bronze, had warned him of upcoming events. It was time to act...he needed to grab one of each of the five flights, even if the Black was still under Blackwing's influence. He had already sent messages to any who would listen...none of the people he sent returned, the only exception being the Blue that he had known since he was a drake. He then shuddered, as he noticed how long it had been since he last had contact with his old childhood friends. The first few would come, and they would gather here. That would be when the plans would be set, and they would all get to work. He grinned as he shape shifted into his elven form. "I guess I can't be carefree forever..."

Name: Runialstrasz (Runei) the Protector
Age: He doesn't know. He knows he's a little younger than Eltharia, but lost track of his age after he reached about 10,000.
Race: Red Wyrm
Class: Dragon Battle Mage
Abilities: Fire caster, which he mixes in with his swordsmanship. Incredibly lithe in his human form after years upon years of practice. Draconic shapeshifting. Substandard healing powers. Immunity to Fire. Draconic strength, speed, and stamina. Millennia of endless knowledge.
Weaknesses: Long-range combat. The cold. Loneliness. Cannot heal himself with his own powers.