Chapter 3: Karizan
The warriors of the Frostwolf clan watch from a distance, as the Blackrock clan raided the village, Durotan stood next to Silverfang, Trandya's direwolf and Orgrim as Trandya was mounted on Silverfang. She listens as the people that were screaming, "This is wrong." she mumbles, Durotan places his hand on her leg. "I know," he answers. "You taught me how to hunt game, not... hunt people and use them for sacrifice," she adds. "I know, my child I know. But keep those thoughts to yourself... we mustn't let Blackhand heard them." he tells her and she sighs. "Yes, father," she answers him.
And then Blackhand rode up to them with one of the villagers swung over in front, holding an infant in her hands. "Frostwolf do not join the hunt?" he asks them, Silverfang growls at him and Trandya pets his fur, calming him down and she looks down at the woman that was holding a child in her arms and looks up at her, who was terrified. "We prefer our enemies with an ax, not a child," Durotan answers him. "You've become agitated Durotan. Maybe this weakling you call a daughter is holding you back," he states, Trandya growls at him as did Durotan and Oigrim did as well. "This weakling can rip your throat with her bare teeth. Warchief." Trandya report back at him
He looks at her and smirks "Respect the old ways," he tells them as Trandya clutches her fist, trying to not let her anger get the just of control. "There must be a quarry for somewhere on this... devil hep. Find them all and try not to kill too many! We need them alive!" he orders and road off. Then Durotan and the other walk to the village, going to help round up the villagers, "Father." Trandya calls out and Durotan looks at her, "Yes, my child." he answers. And she looks down at her hands, "Do you think... that the Fel magic isn't under Gul'dan's control?" she asks him, he looks at her. "Yes. I believe so, the Fel is born of death. Someone must of given him the magic, the question is who." he answers her, she smiles a little. "I fear Gul'dan will lost after the Fel and it may be is downfall." she answers him, Durotan smiles and pats her leg then walks on, Sliverfang and Trandya followed after him.
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The two flew as they saw Karizan as they flew. The Griffin then flies in close, around one of the building and lands on the platform, "Lothar!" Murose said with such joy as he dismounts off the Griffin, "Murose!" Anduin states as he walks up to him and Khadgar gets off as well, "Look at you... you haven't aged a bit." Lothar said as Khadgar looks at the building.
The three walk inside and up the spiral staircase, "Where is everyone?" Lothar asks as he looks out at the empty library, "Many things have changed." Murose answers him as Khadgar walks into the library, "The power that's lock away here... the knowledge..." he starts and Lothar looks over at Murose, "Where is he?" he asks and Murose points up, "I didn't even know so many books even existed." Khadgar said as Lothar looks up and he exhaled, "Wait here." he tells Khadgar and looks at him, "And try not to touch anything." he advises and Khadgar pulls his hand away from a book and Lothar walks up the steps.
"This is new." Lothar states as he and Murose were walking up the steps, "The world's been at peace." Murose answers. "It is good that you are here, Lothar. It will do a Guardian good to see a friendly face beyond this old life." Murose tells him, Lothar pants, leaning against the column from walking so much, and Murose turns to him. "He can't refuse you nor King Wrynn, not of his summoned," Murose tells him, Lothar just nods at him. "Chop, chop," he adds and continues on, Lothar just exhales, bends over from exhaustion and then stood up straight, he then steps over to the edge, looking up, seeing he had a long way to go.
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Back down at the library, Khadgar was looking over the books going from one shelf to another.
Murose and Lothar make it to the top to see Medivh, scalping a Gollum, which was in front of a pool of magic, and Murose walks over to him. "Did you summon him Murose?" Medivh asks him and Lothar leans against the worktable, "No... he did... not." he answers while panting. Then Murose moves away as Anduin pulls off the table. "So... you've become a scalper?" he asks him while poking at the clay. "I am making a Gollum, usually takes years for the magic to seep into the clay, but up here it's... it's just faster," he informs him, turning to him. "Makes for something to keeps Murose company, no clean up around the house," Medivh tells him as he climbs down the ladder and Murose handed Lothar a glass of wine. "Thank you," he said to him and drank it all.
Then Medivh steps over to him, "It is good to see you Lothar." he said to him as Lothar fiddles with the ring in his hand, "We need your council Medivh. Our king summons you." he tells him, handing him the ring. Medivh looks at the crest and back at Lothar, "Whose the boy downstairs?"
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Khadgar reads the book, trying to find something to help with the situation, but then felt a strong energy not far from him, he looks away from the book and saw a shadow figure stand next to the shelf from the far end. "Hello?" he calls out, the figure did not answer.
"Guardian?" he calls out again, still not answer. He closes the book, placing it back on the shelf then slowly walks over to it, the figure walks on the shelf and was gone. Khadgar walks quickly over to the shelf to find where the figure went off to. He looks for a trigger, but the saw that his mark was glowing, he pulls his sleeve up, then started to move his arm along the book, seeing which one that it glowed the brightest. He then finds the book and looks at it, but then heard a sound and he quickly moves the book into his satchel.
Then walks back to the spiral stairs, seeing if Lothar was back with the Guardian. And there stood Medivh in his path wearing his robes, "Have a good look around?" he asks and his eyes glowed blue and he slams Khadgar against the shelves, making it skit back a few feet. "Getting some ideas on what to do with the place once it's your?" he questions as Lothar walks down the steps. "Guardian, I renounce my vows." Khadgar reminds him and Medivh then throws him at the spiral staircase as Lothar stands behind Medivh. "I didn't want to come here, I swear guardian. I urge them to find you, I told them! You should be the one to explain!" he informs him.
"Explain what?" he asks him, "Fel!" he answers him, then Medivh lets him go and Khadgar hits the floor and leans against the wall, Lothar tries his best not to laugh, "In Azeroth?" Medivh asks him, stepping closer, "In the barracks, one of the bodies." Khadgar explains to him. "Guardian, what is the Fel?" Lothar asks him as the look on Medivh's face was grave. "A magic that is unlike any other... it feeds on life itself, it pollutes the user twisting everything it touches. It promises great power, but it exacts a terrible price." he answers him, feeling the color in his skin drain.
"There is no place for the Fell in Azeroth. You've done the right thing." he tells Khadgar and turns to Lothar, "We'll go." he tells him and he walks off. Lothar then offers his hand to Khadgar to help him to his feet, Khadgar reaches for his hand, but Lothar pulls his hand away and follows Medivh, Khadgar groans as he pulls himself to his feet.
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They were all outside and Lothar pets his griffin, the chips at him and bumps him with his beck, "Hey!" Lothar said, grabbing the end, "Go home you." he orders, the Griffin did so as Medivh then started up a transportation spell, Anduin steps next to him, "Step in." he orders Khadgar and the young mage did so.
And in the bright light, they were gone from Karizan and appeared into Stromguard's throne room. The guards were alerted and pointed spears at them as Llane stood up and smiles at him. "Medivh." he said, walking down the steps, "Your Grace." Medivh said as he placing his hand on his chest with a bow of his head, the guards move their spears away, "It has been too long." Llane said, "Likewise." Medivh agrees, handing his staff Khadgar, who catches it and Medivh hugs his friend the king. And they pulled away, "Come. Help us get the rest of this travels about." he tells him and they walk to the war room.
"What kind of beast?" Medivh asks him, "They're saying, giants. Armor giants, wolves to carry them, huge, unstoppable monsters." Llane answers him, "What of the other kingdoms, are they suffering the same?" Medivh asks him. "Forge seeks our protection, but none trust us enough to tell us anything," Llane answers him. "We know nothing about these so-called monsters, we need prisoners, even a corpse will tell us something," Lothar suggests. Llane sighs, "I don't know what danger we're in, Medivh." he tells him, "I exist to protect this realm, my lord. It is my very purpose." he tells him, as he looks at the map on the table.
And then looks at him, "I am the guardian. Or at least for the time being, anyhow." he said and the three look over at Khadgar as he was looking at the weaponry. "Yes, what are we going to do about..." Llane states and turns back to him, "What is his name?" he asks him. Then Khadgar turns to them, "Khadgar, sire." he answers and turns back when he hits a shield. "He'll be coming with us," Medivh said and Lothar frowns at him. "Well then, we better get going."