The Warcraft Chronicles

Chapter 3

Thrall was struck back by the mess in the hunter's hall. Warriors laughing and chatting on the top of their voices, archer speaking in elf tongue, wisps zipping around, clearing up the mess and serving the warriors foods and drinks. Thrall felt a pat on the back.

"Ah," chuckled Zeus, "you have come in time. Furion has a very important speech. "On top of the planetarium, the Prophet walked slowly towards the centre. Although senile, he has the wisdom that far excel the others. He stomped his staff on the platform, and the crowd went silent.

"Greeting to all of you! We have come together now, to do what we have avoided to do so in centuries; war." A wave of murmur spread through the crowd. A hoof was stomped. As all eyes fell to the source of sound, they found themselves looking at Aiushtha, the Enchantress.

"Thank you, Aiushtha," grunted Furion. "As I was saying, this war is not and will not be avoidable. We have gather our arms to defend ourselves. We have called upon our brothers, the orcs to support us in this time of need. We may not have the number of soldiers our opponents have, but I assure you, our hearts will remain strong. Who's with me?" A deafening roar was emitted from the crowd of soldiers, chanting 'Sentinel for the Win!' A smile crept up The Prophet's mouth.

"Alright, thankfully that's over, now follow me," yelled Zeus as he maneuvered through the crowd of people. Thrall followed Zeus out of the Hunter's Hall, and into an enormous wooden cabin. As he walked in, he was greeted by some old friends that he has not seen in decades. Pandaren Brewmaster hobbled towards Thrall, with a wine bottle in hand.

"Still that grumpy face, eh?" said the Panda as he laughed and walked off. Thrall walked onwards, to see the dragon knight, polishing his sword.

"Hey," said Thrall, but the knight merely grunted as Thrall passed. Thrall felt a small tug on his robes, and with that he peered down, eyeing the dwarven sniper, caring a sniper as tall as he is.

"How cha doin?" grinned the sniper. Thrall gave him a light smile, and walked off. As he walked, he was blew back by a spark that decided to crack in front of him.  He walked back, startled. The only people that would do this will be- his thoughts was interrupted by another spark. The goblin Techies. As Thrall returned his focus, he eyed the group of mischief goblins, and only then did they stop setting the cabin on fire. He was so focused in eyeing the gobins that he didn't notice that he had ran into Magina. One head taller that him, Magina stood, as still as a statue. Thrall shuddered. Suddenly all eyes in the cabin was turned to him.

"If you may, Thrall," chuckled a strong but soft voice. Thrall wheeled around to meet the Prophet face to face. His robes glowed in a bright yellow aura, his staff, strong in his hands, shimmered a faint blue light, and for now only did he realised when he stood so close that the blue aura was actually wisps, zipping around the staff, for that only Furion's hand can lift the staff. Instantly, Thrall stepped aside, allowing the great leader to pass through.

"So," said the Prophet emotionlessly, "are we ready?" A low, long horn sounded.

"Let the defence of the Ancients Begin."