World of Warcraft

The Carana Chronicles

Ark I

Assault on The Ravenholdte

Chapter II

On the Run

The Magistrates in the wonderful Blood Elf city of Silvermoon where doing what they did best: erasing innocent peoples minds. Thirty feet away from where they did it, the paladin Sedanaru swore under his breath.

Why does it have to be this way? Have the all gone insane by use of the arcane magic that we once fed on? Sedanaru though to himself. Then he noticed that the Magistrates where heading over to him. To forever silence him as well.

"Ello chaps." Sedanaru said, hoping that they would thing he was drunk. They didn't.

The three magistrates turned to face each other, and from each of their hands, a dark, purplish orb came. Three feet from them, a portal came into existence.

"I don't think so!" Sedanaru growled as he unsheathed his shortsword and his shield, facing the Magistrates. He decapitated the first one quickly. The portal wavered once, twice, then faded from existence.

The other two Magistrates turned around and began barraging him with magic. Sedanaru swiftly threw up a shield made of the Holy Light. The magical strikes hit the shield, but never once did the Holy Light fail.

Sedanaru twisted the sword an slashed down. A second Magistrate fell. The remaining one ran. But Sedanaru had no chance to celebrate his victory. The guards were on there way. For the next three hours Sedanaru weaved his way through the city, dodging the guards, and in general, creating chaos. After that, he managed to escape the city of Silvermoon and emerged in the Northern Part of the Ghostsong Woods. As Sedanaru ducked and weaved through the trees, he was sure that he could never go back.