Soon, the mages from Dalaran arrived, led by Kel'Thuzad. Today, he wore an exceptionally sumptuous mage's robe, its bright red fabric giving off a faint magical glow that made him seem all the more mysterious.
"All right, quiet, everyone. You should all know why you're here, so I won't waste words. Now line up. We'll begin the long-distance teleportation immediately."
A stir ran through the hall as the mages began lining up of their own accord, in descending order of strength, with him at the very back. Then the Association's staff began counting heads. Only after making sure everything was correct did they open the portal.
Those at the front went through in order, teleporting in groups of roughly ten. An hour later, it was his turn. As he stepped into the portal, a wave of dizziness washed over him, as though his soul had left his body, then returned in an instant less than a second later. By the time he came to his senses, he was already in Lordaeron.
Their portal led directly to the royal court of Lordaeron. Almost every king had a portal like this, specifically for escaping or seeking aid.
Still, these portals were of limited use, as their range was very short. Had Dalaran and Lordaeron not been so close, they would probably have needed an intermediate stop.
They were also far too expensive to build and use. Apart from kings and great nobles with the wealth to construct them, practically no one else could own one.
Still, probably only Lordaeron and Dalaran had the wealth to use them on such a large scale.
After arriving in Lordaeron, they were soon received by their hosts, and almost all of them were given accommodations within the royal court.
Since they were all mages of the