At the mountains Forge…

A human man looks at the blade, then ran his hand along it, "Anduin, come I got something for you." A dwarf call out, Lothar turns and walks over to him and the dwarf then opens a case with the latest weapon inside, "What is is?" Lothar asks him, confused and set his coat down. "A mechanical mark, it's a bomb stick." he answers him, taking the bomb stick out and aim it, but another dwarf came running to him.

He then lowers the bomb stick, "Odd." he mumbles and have the bomb stick to Lothar and took the letter. "Take water." he orders and the dwarf did so, Lothar then aims the bomb stick in the other direction. The head-forger then opens the letter and reads it. "You might wanna head home, big man." he tells him and Lothar looks at him as the dwarf offers him the scroll. "Someone's attack on of your garrisons." he states and Lothar's look went serious, "Seems your king needs you, commander." he adds and Lothar took the letter from him and read the contacts.

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Stromguard…

Lothar walks through the castle with two of his men in the infirmary, "An entire garrison and no one saw him." he asks them, "We did find someone." a guard starts, "It was searching the bodies. Here in the barracks." the second one states, they stop walking and Lothar turns to him, "In the barracks?" he asks him.

Lothar then steps into the cell, finding the intruder, sitting at a desk, reading, but when he was Lothar, he sets the book down and stood up, "Finally! Are you in command?" he asks, but Lothar grips his throat and slams him back onto the table, then grabs the scale and pins his arm down. "Shelaros!" the cam cries out, eyes glowing blue and an orb of magic appeared in his hand, but Lothar covers his mouth and stops the man. Who chuckled a muffled one, Lothar then looks back down at the mark on his arm, "That's a mark of the Kurn'tur." he mumbles and looks back at the man and leans in. "What are you doing in my city spell chucker?" he asks him. The man makes the orb disappear and Lothar removes his hand away, "Let me complete my examination of the body across the hall." he tells him.

Then Lothar leans against him, "Now why would I do that?" he asks him with a smile. "Within that body is secrets to your attacks." he answers him.

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Then the two were back at the body that was drain dry. Then the man places two fingers into dead one's mouth, trying to get a better look, but then they all pulled away as a green mist shot out of the dead man's eyes. The mage covers his mouth, as he was horrified. "What was that?" Lothar asks him and the mage wipes his fingers on his robes, "We must summon the guardian." he tells him, "Medivh?" the second guard asks.

"It should be he who should explains it." he tells him and Lothar leans in, "Only the king can summon the Guardian." he tells him and turns to leave, "Get him to Goat's Ram." he orders him. And was gone.

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The guard and the mage set out from Stromguard and took the road by horse as Lothar took the sky by griffin and they arrive at Goat's Ram within 3 weeks.

The king was inside looking over a shield that was crack all the way, "What kind of beast?" he asks his guards as Lothar stood my the fire. "Rumors, your Majesty." the guard answers. "How does a garrison of thirty men just disappear in but a whisper?" Llane asks them as Lothar turns to them. "By fell." the mage answers him and they all look at him. "Or at least it's influence." he starts, but the young guard named Kal held his arm out, stopping him from approach the king and Llane turns to Lothar, "Is this him?" he asks and he mumbles a "Mm'hm" and walks up pass the queen, "Your Majesty." he bows his head and Anduin steps up to the young guard. "Dad." he said and Lothar nods at him. "Well done son." he tells him and the boy walks off.

"So who are you mage?" Llane questions him, and the mage steps pass Lothar, "My name is Khadgar and I'm the Guardian vitiate, or I was. I renounce my vows." he answers him. "So you're a fugitive?" Lothar asks him. And Khadgar looks at him, "I'm not hiding." he answers and then looks back at the king and took a step forward, "Your Majesty… I may of left my training, but I didn't leave abilities behind, I sense it's something, dark forces when it's strong it almost has a smell. Knowing that it was something so evil so close, I couldn't just ignore it." he tells him and the men were speaking among themselves, getting the people at the table's attention.

"What's going on out there?" he asks them, "Smoke, sir. In the SouthEast." Kal answers him. And the men went to see and Khadgar turns back to him, "Your Majesty, I urge you to engage the Guardian with all hast." Khadgar advice him, Llane then looks over at Lothar, who shared the same concern as him.

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Lothar was on the second floor, looking out the window, seeing the fire in the far distance, "An attack?" Taria asks him, getting his attention. "What?" she asks him, "Stop requesting Kal." he tells her and she rolls her eyes at him, "Stay out of my business." he also tells her, "He wants to follow in his father's footsteps." she tells him and looks down at Kal.

"My son doesn't need your help." he answers her and she looks aback at him, "Tread carefully, you talk to your queen." she warns him and he smirks at her. Then leans against the wall, "You are my sister first." he reminds and Llane walks up to them, "What made it your last visit to Karizan?" he asks Lothar. And the commander faces him, "With you. I don't know um… six years." he answers him, with his hands folded in front of him. "And you had no contact with Medivh since?" Llane asks him again, "Not for the lack of trying." he states, shooting a look at his sister. "Well… he can't hide from us now." Llane states, pulling off his ring and offers it to Lothar.

"The Guardian is summon." he answers him and Lothar took the ring. Then steps outside to his griffin.

He walks up and padded it on it's head, and it allowed him, he then mounted up on his saddle. A few guards, the king, the queen and Khadgar steps outside and Lothar looks at the mage, "Get on." he tells him and Khadgar steps over to the griffin and sat behind him. "Good luck." Llane wishes them. Lothar nods at him and the griffin takes off.

They flew all night to midday, over the snowy mountains to Karizan, to the Guardian.