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The dusky twilight slowly receded, and the hazy colors of night began to shroud the land. Darkness descended once more, leaving the earth pitch-black.
If there was any place in the human kingdoms that could be called a miracle, it was Dalaran. This magnificent city south of Lake Lordamere brought together wisdom, power, grandeur, splendor, art, and mystery, making it the brightest jewel in all of Lordaeron. Once, almost every human mage in the world had studied here, delving into the arcane arts they had learned from the High Elves. The mysterious, elegant white towers scattered throughout the city proclaimed the mages' wisdom, ambition, standing, and power.
Dalaran's founding dated back thousands of years. After the allied armies of the High Elves and humans defeated the Trolls, the first hundred mages taught by the elves continued to strengthen their powers, studying the mysterious discipline of spellcraft in ever greater detail. But as generations passed, younger mages gradually lost their predecessors' caution, using magic with increasing abandon and selfishness. To practice magic more freely, these young mages wielded their mysterious powers to establish a second human city-Dalaran-on Crestfall in Lake Lordamere, north of Stromgarde. From its inception, the city served as a center of magical study and experimentation for Lordaeron and the world.
That day, Dalaran, beside Lake Lordamere in the northern Hillsbrad Foothills, received a visitor.
His hair and beard were white, and wrinkles lined his face. His well-tailored robe lent him a distinguished air as he gazed at this center of magical research in Azeroth.
A distant look filled his eyes. Dalaran was enchanting in the