World of Warcraft

The Carana Chronicles

Ark II

Ruler of the Frostmourne

Chapter VII

The Lich King

Carana gulped again as the Lich King stood above him, silent and aparently unnoticing. The Lich King then looked down, and noticed Carana.

"Move out of my way or I will kill you." The Lich King growled, his voice gravely.

"No." Carana answered.

"You will pay for your treason!" The Lich King roared, attacking with the Frostmourne in a downward slash. Carana brought up his staff, and blocked the attack. Shoving back the Lich King, he groaned as his muscles ached.

The Lich King roared again, and brought his helmet down, and charged Carana, meaning to ram him with the crowns spikes. But Carana lept up, and grabbed ahold of one of the spikes. "Going down?" He snickered, and wrenched the Lich King off his feet. But the Lich King had expected this, rolling and throwing Carana off of him.

Carana fell back ten meters, crashing into a statue of a lion. He groaned, and struggled upward as the Lich King went onward. Groaning, Carana bounded forward cutting off the Lich King. Finding a discarded sword and pulled it up between him and the Lich King. The Lich King groaned, and lunged at Carana, pushing him away.

Carana fell to the ground, but he rolled, and raised his hand. A bolt of pure shadow jumped out of his hand, and sped toward the Lich King, blasting his armor in the back. He turned, and intoned, "Freeze."

Ice crept up Carana, and as the ice came over his entire body, the horizon glinted gold, and his body began to try to generate heat. Trying out a new spell he yelled, "Dumanare, kalbadore.” He heard someone cry in a metallic voice, "No!" And the world was gone, replaced with red and yellow. Then he saw no more.

Since no one has any questions, I will just simply make some things clear before we begin:
1. Naga are creepy snake people. They have snake tails, then human bodies.

2. Theramore is a big city on the western continent of Kalimdor. It is situated a few miles below the orc capitol Ogrimmar.

3. The Scourge is a bunch of evil zombies from the continent Northrend that are here to destroy us and eat our brains. Their leader is the Lich King, how used to be a good guy before he found this cool sword that ate his soul. Then he found some cool armor, which merged his soul with an Orc Shaman, Nezhul's. No he's bent on killing everyone in the world.
Next time-
The adventure continues.

World of Warcraft

The Carana Chronicles

Ark II

Ruler of the Frostmourne

Chapter VI

Carana rushed down the wizard’s tower as the scourge began to invade Theramore. Pulling out his staff he leaped the last ten feet, and rolled to his feet, sprinting out of towards the town gates. He ran forward as a skeleton lunged at, and he brought up his staff, blocking the sword, and brought up his hand and ignited the skeleton with his demonic powers. The skeleton ran away until it was simply charred up. As he continued, an alarm ran through the city.

The guards ran down from the walls as a wave of undead flesh carried itself into the city. The archers tried to shoot the zombies, but none of the shots seemed to make their mark. Carana looked up, and saw a shadowy figure flying down towards the tower on a skeletal dragon.

Carana ran back up towards the tower, and approached the figure as he stepped of the dragon. The man wore plated armor in all places, and wore a helm with spikes heading up. He was nine feet tall, and held a sword in his hand. Carana gulped audibly. He knew who this man was. Quivering in fear, Carana prepared himself in front of the Lich King.

World of Warcraft

The Carana Chronicles

Ark II

The Ruler of the Frostmourne

Chapter V

How the Others Live

Part III

Bralyonis waited patiently on the barge, sharpening his Katana with a whetstone. After finishing sharpening it, he pulled out flax seed oil, and used that to polish the sword. Only after he could easily see his reflection spotless on the blade did he cease the process. As he finished, Bralyonis pulled out a rope he had saved, and tied it to two poles, swinging the Katana down, he easily cut the rope straight down the middle. Satisfied, he sheathed his sword, and began to work on his armor. After the battle of the Light’s Chapel and the retaking of the Ebon Hold his armor was barely usable. He sighed, and got to work.

Four hours later, Bralyonis finished, which was lucky, because the ship was closing into Theramore port. Bralyonis immediately realized something was wrong. Most of the citizens were gathered at the docks, and the rest of the city was in ruins. As the boat came in to port, all of the citizens swarmed towards the ship, and Bralyonis struggled to push his way off the ship.

As he finally got off, he heard someone yell, “Dumanare, kalbadore.” He recognized it as a spell, and a deadly one.

“No!” Shouted out Bralyonis, and he ran out to stop the incantation, but he was too late, and he watched in horror as the world went up in flames.

World of Warcraft

The Carana Chronicles

Ark II

The Ruler of the Frostmourne

Chapter IV

How the Others Live

Part II

Aimelina rushed down the sandy beaches of Ashazara, flinging bolts of arcane shadow upon the naga following him. After escaping from two years of imprisonment. Two years of being away from his family. During that time he had wondered how his family would survive. His father owned the Lion’s Pride Inn, but it wasn’t getting any good business recently. That would leave his little brother Carana up to supporting the family. He stopped thinking about them now, as Aimelina glanced worriedly behind him. He was nearing the border of Durotar and Ashazara, and the naga slithering behind him were making sure he wouldn’t escape. Aimelina ducked as a spear went over his head. He jumped over another obstacle, and sent a bolt of pure darkness flying towards the naga.

He thought back to his family as he saw the cliff separating Ashazara and Durotar a few hundred meters away from him. He had one other brother, Savrola, but he had left the family to crusade against evil. And Carana was far to daydreaming. He had always wanted to become a warlock like Aimelina, and to go off on adventures. With any luck, he had taken Aimelina’s advice to stay at home and help with the inn. Of course, knowing how he had said it, Carana probably went off anyway to show off to him. Or maybe, Aimelina thought, he hates me for the last thing I ever said to him before leaving home.

Aimelina brought himself back into his senses as he approached the border of Durotar and Ashazara. As he thought of a way across, he saw a part of the world, twenty miles away, ignite with hellfire. Shocked by this, Aimelina didn’t think about his situation until a spear landed its mark. Aimelina felt his body shut down as he hurtled across the landscape, and as more projectiles found their marks, his last conscious thought before he tumbled off the cliff was, Carana, I’m sorry. Then the world tilted downward, he felt himself fall, and all went black.

World of Warcraft

The Carana Chronicles

Ark II

Ruler of the Frostmourne

Part III
How the Other Ones Live

Part I

Braylonis strode down the haunted halls of Acherus: The Ebon Hold. With the foul undead scourge finally driven out of its hallowed halls, the Knights of the Ebon Blade could finally rest again. He sighed, taking in account the past few weeks. After the Scourge sent him and 999 undead, led by Highlord Darion Mograine to destroy the Lights Hope Chapel, the 300 defenders of the Chapel defeated the forces of the scourge there, where High Priest Tirion Fordring showed Morgraine the truth of the world. The Lich King attacked, and Morgraine savagely attacked his former master. The Lich King bested him, and proclaimed how the lives of the 1,000 undead were worthless. Morgraine gave Tirion his sword, the Ashbringer, and Tirion beat back the Lich King. The Knights of the Ebon Blade were then born.

Over the past few weeks the Knights of the Ebon Blade retook the floating necropolis of Acherus, and renamed it Acherus: The Ebon Hold. Now that the task was finally done, the Knights of the Ebon Blade could extend friendly relations to the Alliance and the Horde.

Bralyonis walked over to a rune-forge, and inscribed his Katana with the rune of Lichbane. As soon as the rune was set in, the sword lit into holy fire, which he mentally supressed, until the only sign of it was an orange glow along the blade. He sheathed the sword in its scabbard as Darion Morgraine approached him. Bralyonis bowed low and long to his superior, before rising again.

"Bralyonis, as you now know, we have succesfully cleared Acherus. Now it is time to join the Alliance and the Horde. I want you to take this letter to King Varian Wrynn at Stormwind." With that he gave a letter to Bralyonis. There are portals over there." Morgraine pointed to the observation deck across from the forges.

Bralyonis strode over to the observation decks, and stepped through the portal to Stromwind.

Time to meet the king. Bralyonis thought as he was whisked through seemingly never ending time and space.

Run Dry

Since my imagination has run dry with Carana's POV for now (I have not played him for a long time), I am going to take the POV to two other characters, Braylonis, the human death knight and Aimelina, Carana's older brother. Also, if you read my blog, please leave comments wherever you want.