World of Warcraft

The Carana Chronicles

Ark I

Assault on the Ravenholdte

Chapter VI

All of the adventurers sat down in the pavilion. It was twenty feet high, and had a radius of thirty feet. A large table dominated the center of the pavilion. At one end was Fahrad. He wore sturdy leather armor, with dual swords. Carana sat at the other head. At Fahrad's right was Duilas. To the left was Carthith. At Caran's right was Haladora. To his left was Sedanaru.

Fahrad continued dragging on with a long speech about how the criminal society called the Ravenholdte wanted them to join. Carana was barely listening. He was staring blankly into space, slightly drawn to a picture of the desert of Tanaris that was hanging on the wall. Drawn inexplicably to it....

Pain. Figures all around, slaughtering each other, on one end, undead and large bugs, on the other, humans, orcs, elves of all types, and goblins. A fireball whizzed past, hurtling towards a undead night elf wielding a bow. "We need help!" Yelled a voice. A figure leapt passed, it's face too bloody and grimy to make out. Could it be...

He was back. Carana breathed in deeply, and looked around. The speech was finished. Fahrad walked around the mahogany table, then faced them all.

"What is your choice?" Fahrad asked. He glared down at them all.

"Yes." Ziggy said.

"No." Crytyster said, and began to re-read a dusty tome that he had brought with him.

"Yes." Tyrannia answered, "Now can I get my gun?"

"Yes." Fahrad replied. Tyrannia left to go to get her gun.

"No." Sedanaru said.

"Yes, yes, I understand with the paladin." Fahrad yawned.

"No." Carana said, standing up.

"What?!"