The True Stories of the Sentinel and The Scourge

Chapter 6: Magina and Terrorblade : The Confrontations

Furion sat alone in his room, thinking. The dim lighting of the room cast long shadows along the walls, very little light sifted through a little crack on the wall.

The old Prophet sighed. He had been fighting the forces of evil for far too long. "I need a vacation," muttered the Prophet to himself even though he knew it would never happen, it was still fun imagining it. Perhaps when this war was over and if he survived, he would retire for good..

Bending down to reach within a sack on the hard stone floor, he retrieved a blood red orb. It shimmered with a pleasant warm glow. The orb was created centuries ago within the very core of the sun. It came down to Azeroth in the form of a fiery meteor that was later found by Furion.

It was the Ultimate Orb

Furion muttered a few incantations and touched the orb with his index finger. Suddenly, like a leaf falling into a still pond, the surface of the orb rippled. The red mist within cleared and revealed what Furion had intended to see. Among the orb's mystical powers, Furion found the orb's sight the most useful. It had helped the Sentinel thwart many of the Scourge's attempts to creep up on the Sentinel undetected.

The orb revealed the vast army of the Scourge of over 10 thousand in number, marching tirelessly towards their final destination, The World Tree.

Furion knew finally this day would come, the day that would determine the fate of Azeroth, the outcome of the battle would determine the future of the world as they knew it.

The great Prophet focused once more on the orb, muttering another set of incantations, this time, the Ultimate Orb glowed a vivid blue.

"What is your status, Jakiro?" Furion spoke to the orb.

"The entire dragon flight is ready to leave at your signal, great Prophet." answered a mysterious voice that came from the orb.

"Good, begin your journey to mount Hyjal, our base camp, hurry. We will be needing all the help we can get. The Scourge are on the move.." commanded Furion, cutting the psionic connection the orb had created between him and Jakiro, leader of the elemental dragons.

A steady knock on the door made Furion start.

He carefully placed the orb back into the sack before turning his attention to the door. Getting up, the Prophet stood six feet high and looked formidable.

"Enter." He called, swiftly he moved his left hand in a horizontal line, causing the door to swing open. A tall and muscular night elf walked in steadily, surveying Furion.

"Sir, the archers and all of the men are ready and waiting for your orders," the night elf said, bowing slightly.

"Ah Sven. Good timing, I was just about to summon you here.." Furion's voice trailed off.

"Ready yourselves, you and your battalion will march tomorrow morning at daybreak to Fort Natharion where you and your men will aid Nurmengraff and his dwarves defend against the first wave of the Scourge army. There will be reinforcements arriving later this week to assist you. Until then, you will take control of the fort as General." Furion informed Sven.

Frowning, Sven wondered if they could hold off the Scourge for that long a period of time. "How many of the undead does the first wave consist of."

"According to our Drow Ranger who is currently on spy duty, around 3000 of the undead will be swarming Fort Natharion by nightfall, 3 days from now," Furion knew it was suicide but what could he do. He could not afford to send Purist Thunderwrath as his greatest General was needed here.

Nodding, Sven left the room, noting that it might be the last time he would ever see Furion again.

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Within seconds, the two scourge battle ships had caught up and were flanking the centaur fleet.

A harsh, loud cry echoed from one of the battle ships.

The undead cannons started firing rotting carcasses at such power that some of them broke gaping holes in the hulls of the ships in the centaur fleet. The carcasses that landed on the ships, however had contained plague and soon many of the centaurs were poisoned and ill.

"FIRE AT WILL" Screamed Bradwarden.

The order was repeated from ship to ship, passing the message to the entire fleet. The centaurs loaded and fired their cannons without stopping.

The two Scourge ships soon were destroyed. One had burst into a huge fireball while the other shattered and sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

Bradwarden looked at his sick and tired crew. They had been affected by some disease that the rotting carcasses were carrying. "Damn,"Bradwarden muttered. "Those sneaky undead ships were ready to die because their real mission was to weaken us..and they succeeded.."

Stronghoof gasped at the reality of his chieftain's words.

"We will have to get to the Sentinel camp as soon as possible, set a course heading for the Mirage Strait, near Cape Danger. It is a short cut and could save our men's lives." Bradwarden told Stronghoof. He knew the area was exceptionally hard to steer a ship through as the bottom of the strait was shallow and filled with sharp boulders the size of houses. He had heard many tales of brave sailors entering the strait and never returning.

Slowly, the fleet steered heading to the strait.

Below them, the monster followed swiftly, swimming faster than any ship could sail.

Hours later...

The centaur fleet reached the strait. The channel was so narrow that each the ships had to enter one by one. Already, 3 centaurs had died from the mysterious illness and time was running out for the others.

Bradwarden surveyed the rocky, barren cliffs of the channel. Not even an animal in sight. It was weird. At this time of the year, the animal's would be out mating as it was spring. Yet, the area was devoid of all life. Something was amiss.

Suddenly, an ear piercing screech came from above. Looking up, Bradwarden almost lost his footing. Not less than eighty naga warriors were jumping down from the cliffs onto the ships. It was an ambush.

Weapons clashed as the centaurs and the naga locked in combat. Cleaving two naga warriors in half with a single blow, Bradwarden heard a loud crunching sound from behind.

Wheeling around, Bradwarden saw a giant sea monster, the size of a ship jump out from the foamy sea. It twisted once in the air and landed straight onto one of the ships, breaking it in half.

The distracted Bradwarden didn't have enough time to react when he saw a huge trident come swinging at him from his blind spot. It struck him at full force in the chest. Despite his amazing fortitude, Bradwarden flew a few feet in the air before landing on the deck, crumpling at the impact.