Shadows in the street

[Zarlak]

(( Just a small story Iam writing on whenever I feel like doing that. Ill excuse myself of any spelling and grammatical errors you find, since I havent polished them fully. Feel free to add any stories of your own if you wish. This is the first part.))


A chilly breeze had sweeped over the city of Stormwind. Its inhabitants normally used to warm weather, now made their arrends as quickly as possable to not linger in the cold air to long. The life of the city had never felt so empty as on this day. Few where used to strange weather, be it hard rain, or even a blizzard or two.

Yet, buisness could not wait for odd weather, and still people braved the cold breeze to run their arrends. Some shopowners who normally had open doors, now had them closed. And a few town criers who normally where dressed in light clothing, where clad in garments that would make any yeti proud to call fur. A few children made the most of this cold and strong breeze aswell. Playing a game of ball was not as easy as it normally was however.

The middle aged man shruged abit, then moved on cross the now less crowded streets. Atleast he didnt have to press himself trough countless groups of people, among them vampires, half dragons and even a demon in disguise. Not to mention the hordes of thiefes that usually stalked every tiny street of Stormwind. But in the mans opinion, worst where the attention seeking youngsters that claimed deeds of bravery, who he surly knew they only had heard in tales.

But not today. Today the streets where almost empty. The man smiled to himself, and keept walking. No need to tempt fate even on such a day. A few thiefs where not only brave, they where stupid to. Who would try rob a elder man whos clothing looked old and ragged? The middle aged man muttered abit, as he normally did at things. No best to hurry to the inn, before some smug youngster tried to rob him again.

The man moved passed one of the bridges that spanned the many cannals of Stormwind. The city was a marvell in enginering design and functionality. Maybe the heart of the dwarfen kingdom, Ironforge, could match this, but it was a tad more pleasent to be able to spot the sky now and then.

However, these bridges where a good design, and alloved for both transportation by water or street. Not that this was any matter the man carred for however, but it was nice to know that the things he found enjoyable could be braught in easily to Stormwind. And that death train the gnomes had built, that linked Stormwind and Ironforge, he would rarly set foot on. No sane man would, he muttered to himself as he walked on.

Past the bridge, the man stopped and eyed over the water sligthly. Floating in the middle of the cannal, a corpse littered the normally clear bright water. The man shoke his head and sighed abit. When was those young heroes going to learn that you could not hold your breath for several minutes. Heck, he could barly hold his own breath for more then half a minute.

Well, that corpse would probarly be taken care of. If not by the guards, maybe the Alligator of the cannals would be hungry and get a good meal again. But then, with all the meat that thing got, it might be to fat to even move out of its hideout now days. As the mans taught left the corpse and the Alligator, he knew he was missing something. He turned around to the bridge and muttered a curse.

In the middle of the bridge, the odd, normally floating eye, slumbered peacefully. Drool had started to fill a little pool on the bridge, that slowly growed for each second. But that never bothered the little tentacled eye blob. He sleept like there was nothing else in the world to do.

The man cursed again, and moved up the bridge to the little eye. As he peered down on it, he tapped his foot inpatient, hoping the eye would notice him. But as always, this odd little eye never did. The man lifted the thing up gently and shook it abit. Its giant eyelid pooped up, and revealed a huge eye starring right at him.

"I told you, dont sleep on the streets! Or rather, dont sleep at all when we are suppose to hurry somewhere!"

The little eye only blinked at him, with a look that seemed to hold no understanding what so ever. So the man dropped the thing in the air, it floating abit over the bridge, and started to move on. No use in trying to teach that no brain thing at this point. He had a appointment to catch. He threw a quick glance over is shoulder, just to make sure the little eye was following him this time, and moved on as he saw it did.

As the man approched the park district of Stormwind, the breeze sweept its cold embrace over him. He shuddered slighly and eyed the entrance to the distract. Normally, he only went here in former days, when he was seeking a drink and people to chat abit with. Now days, he never drinked. Only water filled his belly, as he had made a promise to himself once, to never drink alcohol again.

But the letter had said he was to meet in the old inn in the park district. Why, he had no clue, but atleast he knew the place mentioned in the letter. He moved on again, and just passed the district entrance, when he heared footsteps coming from behind him. Turning around slowly, he eyed the tiny gnome that catched his breath, after running after him.

"Plz, can jo help me in Stokades?"

The man blinked abit, and pondered hard where this gnome had learned to speak properly. Since he had little understanding, what this young gnome had asked for.

"Iam sorry, young one. But I have no time to aid you in any matter at this moment. Iam sure you can find other gentle people to help you."

The man smiled quickly at the gnome, then turned around and started to move on. He ignored the loud odd noises the gnome made behind his back. Far better to remain civil, then to sink down to the ways of the younger generation. And normally, those youngsters gave up easily. Seeking others to pester with their constant begging. And this gnome was no exeption to that, as the man heard him run away.

With his loyal eye floating slowly behind him, the man made his way trough the calm streets of the park. Silent and empty, this cold weather gave the park a dead feeling. A few years back, this place had been filled with shops and Inns. Now, it lay dead and barren. Few people went here, exept for spending time with a beloved. Or to cleanse clothing in the moonwell that took up the whole middle of the park area.

Atleast no people bathing in its holy water this cold day. That always angered the elfs who had taken up home in the city. Atleast the priests and priestess of Elune, the goddess of light. The man snickered to himself, as he remember he had also taken a few quick dips in the moonwell in earlier years. And been scoulded at by the priestess of Elune the same number of times.

But not today. It was to cold for a bath anyway. And he smelled himself abit, no need to bath when you are not dirty enough either. So the man moved on past the moonwell, and slowly made his way to a old house, where the windows had planks nailed on them. Its old door was open however, barly attatched to the frame of the building.

This was the house that the letter mentioned. The place where he was told to meet up. He still pondered why they all where suppose to meetup in this old abandonded inn. Normally they all meet up in the city of Darnassus, home of the ancient night elfes. But not this evning it seemed. The letter had mentioned things that required secrecy, away from the usuall location.

As he took his first footstep over the door frame, a trinkling feeling sweeped trough him. As if some unknow magic had made contact with him. Probarly a unseen ward, made by one of the mages. The man muttered. Normally, such things where never required for a meeting. But since he could not deny what he had felt, maybe there was sense in taking precaution entering this old inn.

Moving past the opening hallway, split in two passes that led to the same room, the man took careful and slow steeps followed by the floating drooling eye. As he entered the common room of the old inn, his eyes sweept over the people sitting in the chairs. Old friends and allies of all the alliance races. Humans, elfes, dwarfs, gnomes and now also a couple of those "Drunaie".

The elf priestess turned slowly around, when others mentioned his approch. Her wise gentle gaze had a annoyed touch to it, as she spoke up.

"Your late as usuall, Zarlak. And by Elune, make sure that thing waits outside!" as she pointed at the floating eye behind him.

[Baelran]

(*cheers* a very nice read Rolf, great mood-setting!)

[Lyanthe]

((*taps fot for rest of story *reads again to pass time* *taps foot more*))

[Zarlak]

(( The next part of the story. Based on the view of another character we all know. If you dont like me to write the view from one of your characters, just let me know and Ill remove the post. Since its based on how I see your characters, it will not be fully accurate how you see your characters.

If you have any sugestions you wish to add, or maybe request I write a part from a certain characters view, feel free to post that here. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors.))



Endless forests filled with animals of all sizes and shapes. That was what he saw looking atop the tree he had sat himself down on. There was no rest for a guardian, but this day was perhaps the most peaceful day he had ever seen for ages. Seeing the sun gaze over the forest, ha had felt a urge to take a short brake from his constant souring trough the skies, wile scouting for any threat that would endanger his beloved home.

A small green skinned sparrow soured trough the air a short while, then sat down next to him. Together they looked out over the forest, while a gentle breeze settled over the swaying tree tops. No smell of any taint in this air either, he taught to himself. No demons had corrupted this piece of the land at any time.

The little bird looked at the great raven for a short moment, then it opened its beak. A cold freezing feeling sweeped out from the sparrow. Like a chilly hand touching naked skin, the great raven was forced to take a few steps back on the branch. Infront of him, the sparrow was transforming into something in his wildest nightmares. Twisted and filled with a cursed evil, this demon now looked at him with a curved smile on its lips.

"Pitiful, druid. This view is the last you will see. Soon something far greater will dwell in this world!"

Throwing itself against the giant raven, the demons claws went straight for the head. A bloodthirsty scream followed in its movement, like a cold wind. But the druid had not been caught fully by suprise. Before the claws reached him, he had let go of the branch, and was falling slowly trough the air, streatching his great black wings to let the wind give him flight.

"Flee if  you wish, weak one! You are only prolonging your agony!" the demon cursed after him.

Gliding trough the air, the druid tried to gather his taughts, and let go of the now chilly wind that sweept all around him. Where had that demon come from, he pondered to himself. He had felt nothing. Not even the slightest taint. Yet he could not deny the feeling off what had happend. Soaring trough the air, heading straight for the nearest outpost, he layed a quick glance on the forest below him.

He almost lost control of his current form, watching the burning trees below him. No!, he screamed inside his head. This could not be happening. As his great wings lifted him higher to avoid the now rising culms of smoke, he bare witness to countless demons of all shapes tearing trough the once great forest. Trees burning, animals corrupted or slain, this was more then madness. This was the end. He felt a long cold hand clawing at his life energy.

"Tremble mortals, doom has come to your world!" a demonic voice filled with pure hatred, reached the druid high up in the air.

The druid opened his eyes slowly, letting the sparse light in this room see what dwelled there. Atleast, his dreams had no followed him here as he looked around calmly.

"You deaf druid or?" the older human mage asked him. "I tried waking you for quite some time there. You elfs seem lost in your own taughts, far to often." the man laughed, and went back to the chair beside him.

Eyeing the odd group of people sitting in this room, gave him some of his lost warmth back.They may not all be of his kind, be these where people who shared the same view on things as he did. To some degree that was. Looking at the human male who had awaken him from his meditation nightmare, he tried not to sounds to stern as he used to.

"Well, you maybe should try speak in a calm voice instead, Felonius. Instead of screaming in my ear." while he rubbed his long ear abit, feeling like it had been used for a gnomish experiment of some kind. "And for your information, I was not sleeping. Meditating helps me focus my taughts." he said while not trying to sound to grumpy.

"Well now that the old druid is awake, maybe we can start?" the elf woman looked at him with a annoyed look. " And Zarlak is here now to...finally. So let us sit down comfortable and try get to order."

He looked at the man clad in red, now sitting himself down on the opppsite of the druid. His red beard had a small contrast of gray now days, a sign of age among humans as he knew. Not long ago, this bald man had been more known for his endless drinking, then the little wisdom he did posses. Now days, he seemed to mutter about all things mostly.

"Well, I would not been late had not Willy been sleeping each ten steps I took here." the bald man muttered half to himself, half to the people in the room.

"A good reason to leave it at home next time we have a meeting then?" the priestess said, with a slight annoyance in her voice. " That drooling, tentacled blob better not try  look at Flip again, or Ill make sure Elune has her way with it!"

Watching the muttering bald man, and now the priestess pulling one of her braids annoyed, gave him a slight smile on his lips. Naturally, he noticed what he was doing fast, and changed back to his stern look he always had. He had not been aware that Zarlaks thing had shown interest in the little frog the priestess had as pet. Naturally, he would guess it had been just staring blindly at it, but the druid wasnt sure what the floating eye was really.

"Thats not the reason why we are gathered however." came the voice from the other bald man sitting in this damped room. "So, lets not waste time with trivial matters, thank you. Iam sure we all have important things to take care of soon." the man said with no emotional hint in his voice.

The druid eyed the human male speaking, raising a slight eyebrow. Zelthar had always been direct, as far as he had known him. But surly there was no need to hasten. They had only just gathered, having to wait for the bald priest for some time. They could afford abit of chatting first, since this many of them meet up on so rare occasions.

The room was silent for a short moment, eyes on the bald sorcerer in his brown and white casuall clothing. The druid noticed that another human had his hand raised in the air however. Eyeing the male mage shortly, he then spoke up.

"Yes Tjolme? Do you have something to say or?" the druid asked him. Good thing with Tjolme compared to the other humans sitting in the room, was that he always had a sense of proper manner in his actions. Never rushing, and only speaking when there was reason to speak. Almost like himself in some situations. And listenening to the mage who now raised his voice, while having the attention of all the others in the room, he was sure that Tjolme had a important issue to bring up.

"Urmm, well was just wondering if I should note down the discussion about Zarlaks pet, and how Lyanthe wants to have it put to permanent sleep?" the mage sounded abit nervous speaking that out loud, but he only eyed down into his papers after that. The druid blinked abit, hesitating abit before speaking up.

"Iam sure you can skip that. Its not an official topic we are discussing." he said, and the mage noded at him and sat down while scribing something in his papers. Of course, the druid taught, the bald priest could never be silent when needed he sighed to himself. And certainly not now.

"I disagree treehugger, Willy is in need of some respect. And how could I know he was about to practise his death beam....urmm..or something, on Flip in that moment?"

"Thats why you will NOT bring that thing again. Is that clear?!" the priestess spoke up sounding alot more irritated then normally. Zarlak had always been bad on timing when to remain silent, and when to speak. A slight behavior for causing annoyance then a regular human, he possed. Best to put an end to this fruitless discussion. It led nowhere. But someone else spoke up before he had the chance.

"Reminds me of the time sailor Jelik was hit by this HUGE sea monsters death beam. A fierce struggle we had on that day, the monster tearing trough the ship like it was made of paper. And poor Jelik just happended to stand in a bad spot when this beats shoot some beam out of one of its tentacles...." the mage cut off seeing the annoyed look the druid gave him.

Felonius only grinned abit then adjusted his hat and relexed on the chair. A few laughs and giggles filled the room before the druid spoke up. Well atleast a few taught that was fun. He could not understand why however.

"As Zelthar said before, thats not the issue at hand. So let us please start with that why we are gathered here. Which is exactly what I will do now." the druid said with a stern voice. He eyed quickly over the room to make sure all where paying attention now.

"Then what is the issue?" several people asked him indirectly. Then looking at each other with different facial expressions showing. The bald priest muttered something as he always did.

"The Hope is in grave danger." the druid said, hiding his emotions from the voice.

[Baelran]

(tsk... so much speeches and the druid STILL hasn't pulled a random mob, how unrealistic *winks*. Keep 'em coming Rolf, very enjoyable read thusfar!)

[Lyanthe]

((Whoa...this is really nice...I like this a lot...and I demand Baelran to make a comic with pictures to this *nods*))

[Zarlak]

(( The last part of this story. Will write the next story whenever I feel for it. But Iam learning abit while I write. Just hoping it wont be to dull in any oarts, or to overexaggrated in other parts. Feel free to post comments if you wish.))



So what was it this time, he taught to himself while eyeing the tall night elf male who had just uttered his sentance. A threat to Hope. Well that could be anything of course. And as far as he knew, the druid had always spoken without clear purpose. No point in making everyone in the room edgy and cautious, before one was absoloutly sure what lurked behind the next corner, so to speak.

"Threatt..tt..to Hope? What do you mean Baelran?" the priestess spoke up before anyone had the chance to ask that themself. Her hand was pulling one of her braids anxious, while she eyed the druid with a worried look.

"As I said Lyanthe, we have someone who wish us all dead. Or perhaps not dead, but atleast dealth with." Uttering those words, the druid eyed around the faces in the room. His eyes shifted back to the night elf woman also standing up now. She pulled her braid again and spoke up.

"And how do you know this then? Is it those letters we recieved earlier your speaking about?"

The letters, of course. He had almost forgotten them. Probarly some fool who had to much time in his hands. Who else would come up with sending a threat by letter? The man shrugged in his chair, then shifted back his focus to the two elfes talking loudly to not only each other, but the entire group aswell.

"...by so, these letters have nothing to do with the matter I will bring up." his words almost echoed in the dusty room they all sat in. One could hear a few people muttering something under their breath. Worried, and fearful what this new threat was all about.

Another man stood up from his chair, cleared his throut and spoke with a clear tone.

"So lets be specific shall we, Baelran? You know something that can harm us, so lets hear what you know." the bald man had cold eyes when he eyed around the room. After all, one who dealt with demons daily had to have some form of coldness to them. Hard work to tame such things. Luckily, he was not one who would consider dwell into such matters. Foolish it was, much better to stick to things that you could control properly.

"Its not easy to say clearly what it is, Iam afraid. I just feel it. I have sensed it in my dreams." the druid spoke slowly, putting his words to taught before uttering them.

"Another riddle druid. Not the answer we need, is it?" the bald man looked annoyed for a short moment, then took on his emotionless expression once more.

"Well, it is as much as I know at the moment. If I knew more, I would tell it. But I had a odd dream a few days ago, where I saw the death of many of you in this room." You could feel the bitter coldness from the weather outside, etching its way in to this room. Silience had sweeped over the group of people in this dampy room.

A few seconds passed, but they all felt as minutes the man taught. Was he going to die, or was it just a dream? Then the priestess spoke up before his taughts turned to icy fear. She didnt sound afraid or worried. Only a trace of determination was heard in her gentle voice.

"Dreams can sometimes show us what will come. Or sometimes what we fear will come. Not saying it might not be true, but thats a vague thing to go on." she directed her words to the male druid, who now had a more grumpy looking expression on his ways. The man wondered if that elf would ever smile.

"Yes yes, Lyanthe. I already taught much about it. But it wasnt only one dream. It was several odd dreams. And this feeling I had while travelling. Like someone was watching me from the shadows." his last words was almost a whisper, as the druid seemed to get lost in taught before finishing them.

Muttering the worlds out loudly, the man in red outfit didnt stand up. But it was clear he adressed the entire room when he spoke.

"Willy and me as sensed it to. Just before we came here, while walking the streets of Stormwind. Something lurking around each corner, but not visable." the man muttered something unhearable to himself. Then he eyed towards the priestess and druid standing up. They both eyed him, along with most of the people in this room.

" Almost like shadows in the street. Whenever you turn around to try spot one, nothing is there. Only a feeling." the old priest ended his words with a shrug, as he didnt belive it himself. But the words he had spoken had ecthed themself like a cold touch to the skin.The Mistwalker family had a good feeling for sensing danger. It came in handy to stay alive in this dangerous world. Maybe that was what he felt know.

As the man pondered his taughts abit, a icy mist sweeped into the room from the entrance. Unnatural this was, and nothing a living person would conjur easily. This mist emitted powerful magic. He stood up fast, backing away from the slowly creeping mist. His eyes moved fast from each person in this room. They all sat as normal, not seeing, or sensing this danger coming closer each second.

Fear struck him, as he tried to yell out to the others. Nothing came. Not a single sound. What was this magic? And why was noone else reacting? His taughts swirled in his head, fast and without finding a answer. Maybe it was best if he tried something on the mist fast. Maybe only he could see it, and deal with it.

He raised his hands, reading himself to cast ice magic to freeze this mist in place. Before his arm had raised to his intended positon, someone on his left grasped it with a powerful grip. Everything seemed to slow down for him, as his head turned to see who else had now reacted in the room. His eyes stopped on the beutiful elf woman standing next to him. She was much taller then him, and gave him a slight uneasy feeling.

As he eyed into her eyes, he swallowed hard and fear struck him. They glowed red now, and she smiled at him, her mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. Her grip was firmer, and he stood as frozen to the spot. The mist now slowly creeping up his feet. The room lay empty, exept for him and the elf woman. He tried to search his taughts for a answer, but fear made it impossable.

She kept smiling at him, her mouth now very close to his face. Her glowing haunting eyes drained him of his last will, and he could only stand there and watch, while he felt the mist slowly enveloping him. She spoke to him after what had felt like ages gone, her voice was like something from beyond the grave.

"You cannot resist the darkness, mage. You know this. Join us, and you can have rewards you only dreamt off!" her smile had no warmth. He felt colder and colder, as the mist grow tick around him. Nothing in this room was visable, exept the elf woman or whatever creature she was. Her other hand gripped him around the shoulder, turning him towards her face completly. He could not resist, not even in his own mind.

"Come Ealthan, abandon your friends for all your dreams come true. The darkness is beutiful, isnt it?" Her smile grow wider, but it only made her look more threatening to him. He know what would come next, but there was nothing he could do about it. Slowly, the mist consumed them both, and she drew him close to her lips. As they touched each other, her cold lips on his, he no longer felt anything. He was dead.

An eternity passed, as he lay in darkness. He could see something far away in the dark. A small shimmering light. A globe of warmth floating slowly towards him. With the globe, he could hear a faint wisper of something. But he was unsure what it was. It made its way towards him, the darkness and cold giving way to light and warmth. The whisper grew in his mind, as the globe encased him in its shining warmth

Slowly, he started to feel alive again. His senses waking, and his taughts filling his mind again. Breath filled his lungs, and the last grasp of icy death fleed from the light and warmth. The whispers grew into voices, as his mind processed the sounds that swirled all around him.

He could feel his lips warm up, from the touch of something else living. His eyes swung open, and filled his mind with vision again. He was back in the dusty old room, several faces visable from where he eyed up towards them. They where filled with concern and other expressions.Talking to each other. Closest to his own face, the gnome female slapped him abit again, dragging him the last step back to the world of the living.

"There you are. Didnt think it would work, but seems the things I learnt in my gnomish survival training came in handy." The gnome woman smiled at him, then helped him up on his feet. She was alot stronger then he would have imagined. He coughed abit, and eyed around. They where all looking at him now, talking fast to each other, and sharing worried expressions. He guessed they where as clueless as him, at what had happened.

He tried his lungs abit, breathing in and out fast. As the others eyed him, he spoke up with a weaker voice then he could normally muster.

"What in the light happended there? Did anyone else see what happended? That mist?" he eyed towards the entrance worried. Would the mist still be there? Luckily, it looked clear to him. Only footsteps in the dust was visable on the floor near the entrance.

The other Mistwalker in the room, spoke up with a amused voice. Zarlak eyed him while sitting in his chair.

"Ha! Only thing that I saw, was you collapsing on the floor infront of us all. Weakling..." He laughed under his breath. Zarlak had always taken a shoot given to him, at humiliating his cousin. But he cast that aside for now. He had collapsed, he taught to himself. Why? And noone else had seen what he had. Felt what he had felt. If that wasnt odd, nothing was.

"Zarlak! That wasnt nice at all! Ealthan almost died, and you throw such a crude comment at him?! I expected more even from you." The elf priestess glared angrily at the bald human.

"Sorry..." the bald priest muttered barly hearable. Many of the people in the room glared angerily at him, then turned their attention back to the mage in the middle.

"What mist are you speaking off, mage? Maybe your just feeling abit dizzy after the shock now." the priestess smiled gently at him, and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. That was just what he needed. Seeing visions, and falling over dead for no apearent reason. He sighed to himself and eyed around the others, a few of them talking to each other.

"No, Iam not going mad here I say. I did saw some odd mist...and saw some other odd things happend. That was right before Lilea slaped me awake on the floor here." eyeing the small gnome woman, barly reaching his waist, he gave her a quick smile. "Thanks for that by the way."

"Any time. Glad to see things I learned came to use." she said and then squessed her way passed some of the others standing around them, in the center of the room.

"Maybe tell us what you felt then, before you feel over half dead infront of us all, Ealthan?" The druid spoke loudly, so he could make sure all payed attention again. As they all turned their faces towards the human standing in center, Ealthan felt nervousity creeping up on him.

"Well, it isnt that simple I guess. Last thing that happend, was that the drunken priest there, said something about shadows in the street. After that this odd mist creeped into the room. Then things got cold and dark." he glared at his cousin for awhile, then turned his attention back to the druid. Baelran stood silent for a moment, seemingly lost in deep taught. The old elf was as stiff as always in his face, but his voice had a tone of unsecurity in it once he spoke up.

"I did not sense anything close to us. But that doesnt mean there isnt something, or someone out there, trying to harm us." The druid passed his gaze over him for a short moment. Something in those eyes, kept him calm. For sure, the old druid would sense danger if there was something there.

"As I said before Ealthan collapsed, we should thread with cautious from now on. All of us."

"Maybe we are just imaging our worst fears to reality?" the bald sorcerer spoke with a neutral tone. His cold eyes eyed around the peple in the room, then he spoke again. "No need to let fear grow, until it is justified I would say. We should perhaps seek out something which might hold a answer to our riddle." he pondered on his last words, but the silience was broken quickly.

"Yes! Elune will guide us. We should go at once and pray, priestess!" The armor clad elf man spoke up with such ferocity, that the others in the room almost jumped on their spot. He clapped a hand on his chest and grinned abit.

Ealthan rolled his eyes abit. Elune here, Elune there. He wondered if there was something else that warrior would ever chat about. Then, he barly knew him of course. But even the priestess sighed abit while she eyed Altheras. She walked over to the elf warrior, and smiled warmly at him. Then she spoke up.

"Elune would know the answers Iam sure off aswell. But Iam guessing Zelthar had something else in mind to seek an answer from?" Her gaze turned to the sorcerer standing calmly in his spot.Their eyes meet for a brief moment, sharing understanding in the matter at hand.The sorcerer noded slowly, the shaped his air into words.

"Not to far from Stormwind, in the dead lands of Deadwind pass, lies the old tower of Medivh. Karazhan." As he spoke up, a cold wind sweeped in from the entrance, many in the room shivering from its touch. Ealthan stood frozen in place as he pondered abit. Karazhan was cursed. Filled with the old ghosts that had fallen there. Noone ventured there, unless they wished to die. Was Zelthar mad?!

"Whyy..yy..would we go there then?" Lyanthe stuttered her words abit, either from cold or from something else, while she spoke. She held her arms around her while she continued to speak. "I dont see how we can find a answer there?" She sounded skeptical at what the sorcerer had said. Well, so did he has well. Madness to go seek more danger, if they where already in danger.

"Its just a hunch. But I think we will find out what is haunting us, if we go there." the sorcerer said, and his words sent ice up Ealthans spine.

[Lyanthe]

Whoa...really really cool! I am very impressed...I would like to post it to the Raid forum if you allow Zarlak!

*hugs*
Lyanthe

[Felonius]

Very nice mate. A good job, well done