I believe I've assembled the most YY mage corps in history—none can compare.
Have you ever seen a blood elf mage clad in power armor, leaving a trail of plasma wake behind him as he zooms through the skies at supersonic speeds, casting blizzards?
Have you encountered an old mage resembling Gandalf—with a head full of venerable white hair, a beard reaching down to his third rib, and each wrinkle on his face exuding wisdom and erudition—calmly nesting in an interstellar marine's armor, biting on half a cigar, ambiguously shouting "Let's go! Fire and blood!!" as he guides arcane missiles?
... Victor, sir, you've gone astray.
