Kezrad

Kezrad growls deep in his throat, and shifts his focus. He knew the situation on Azeroth, and it didn't seem like something he would want to get caught up in unless he could get to the Lich King. He had garnered some small aid from Ner'Zhul in the past, but he didn't know exactly what influence the change to the Lich King had brought upon him, and he didn't want to test that unless he had to. His focus shifted to the other worlds, and more notably the one most similar to Azeroth. This time he used the knowledge of some ancient tomes of magic he had "acquired" from Dalaran, and an old technique he learned back in the First Invasion of Azeroth. He attempted to use the power of the pool, but he was careful to keep it separate from himself, lest something go awry.