"Land ho!" Tyran yelled as he spotted the island. The elf smiled. He had always wanted to say that. He didn't completely understand why it was "land ho" and not just "land" but this didn't hinder the satisfaction he found in yelling the words. Tyran felt significantly better than he had days ago. Whatever magic the priest had worked on him had acted quickly. In fact, if he was to tell anyone he had been mortally wounded just days before, they would probably not believe him.

The Goblins scrambled around the ship, preparing to dock. There were Goblins yelling out orders, Goblins following orders, Goblins pretending they didn't hear orders, and Goblins arguing about how much time they had before they'd reach the island.

Tyran was excited about reaching the island and ran around the ship gathering all of his companions together as if they had no idea they were so close to landing. Everyone met on deck and watched as the island came closer and closer. When they finally reached the docks, money was exchanged between the Goblins who were arguing. Two strong humans came to help the Goblins drop their anchor and help everyone and everything off the ship.

"Why do they help us?" Ylanna frowned, confused.

"On Fray Island, the humans are neutral, helping both the alliance and the horde. Much like the Goblins." Answered Bjorn.

Ylanna was confused. All her life she had been told that everyone in the alliance was bad. Now she saw members of this bad faction helping her friends out. The elf stayed her distance from the humans, still not trusting them. A plank was placed between the ship and the dock and everyone got off the ship.

"Give them your garlic, they were short," Shei said to Rhukaa.

"What?"

"It is not proper to leave a ship without paying the crew. I mind controlled that fool dock master, not the crew. I'll pay you back for it when we return to Orgrimmar. Unless you're still afraid of vampires?" Shei asked.

The warlock shifted. With the recent outbreak of uncontrollable demons, Rhukaa had more of a right than ever to be afraid of vampires. "Of course not," he said, handing one of the Goblins a bag of garlic.

The group was led to a small refuge on Fray island which consisted of an arena, and two barracks. There were pits where campfires could be made and benches posted around the pits. It was a rather small place, but functional. The two humans that led them there were considerably surprised to have any visitors, not expecting any until the harvest season when young warriors came to prove their valor and earn their title. Bjorn apologized for any inconvenience and said that he'd like to explain their predicament to the head of the isle. The humans nodded and arranged for the two to meet.

Bjorn explained the entire story, starting with Lp's meeting and ended with the group disembarking from the ship. He wanted to be entirely truthful with this man, who had given him his warrior rites years ago. There was no point in lying at this point. He doubted very much that Lp would have spies on a small, remote island like Fray Island.

The head of the island approved of Bjorn's reasons for coming and deemed them worthy, giving him full rights to stay on the island as long as he needed to complete his task. Since he had no other visitors, he didn't bother to assign them a barracks, telling them to set up their stuff wherever they wanted. He told Bjorn to inform his friends of the eating times, which were starkly at dawn and again when the sky grew dark. He reminded Bjorn that if they were in need of any other sustenance they would have to pay the islands cooks for it, but were free to do so at any time, ungodly or not.

Bjorn nodded, knowing how the island ran. The head of the island gave him leave and Bjorn went to inform the group about how their lives would be for however long they needed to stay on the isle. The group had been by one of the fire pits, resting while they waited but now the fire pit was deserted. Bjorn looked around confused, and saw his group standing by the shore, staring out into the sky.

Bjorn approached the group. "What's going on guys?"

"We're not entirely sure. Take a look at that, warrior. What do you make of it?" Shei asked him. She pointed out into the distance.

Bjorn gasped. "Gods save us, what the hell is that!" Bjorn looked from person to person but no one seemed to have heard his question. Or perhaps they just had no answer.

Ylanna stared in horror at what she saw. A torrent was headed their way. Powerful clouds massing together, creating a monster in the distance. Ylanna wondered how much longer they had until they faced the Cretin. She looked harder at the monster and gasped. She backed up subconsciously, pointing at the monster and whimpered. "That's... that's..."

Rhukaa glanced at the mage and then stared at the storm. He realized the implication. Ylanna knew something. He hoped to the gods she didn't. "Ylanna... is that what I think it is?"

Bjorn looked from Rhukaa to Ylanna to the storm to the rest of the group. He was dumbfounded. Everyone seemed to know something he did not. He wished someone would just spit it out.

"It's... magic. That's not a true storm." Ylanna stared in horror at the monster. It grew larger and larger, adding the ocean to its contents. "I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. We can't escape it."

Rehck put his arms around Ylanna. "There must be something we can do. What about you two magic users, can't you make a barrier for something?"

"Not against something like this and not with three magic users. I'm at a loss. The barracks will not be safe. The sturdiest building here is the kitchen and even that can't hold for long." explained Shei.

Everyone stared at the approaching storm. The worst possible place for them to be, facing a storm like that, was on an island with no properly grounded buildings. And that was where they were. Warriors who worked on the island started looking out to sea as well, wondering at the storm.

Bjorn sighed, he understood this much. "So. We eat the storm and hope we survive." Everyone looked at Bjorn with an ominous silence. There was nothing else they could do.

Everyone retreated to the center of the island and braced themselves for what would be a very trying event. The warriors surrounded everyone else who resided on the island, armed with various types of weapons. They could not defend the island from a monster of magic, but they would damn well try.

Silence surrounded the island as thickly as the storm was bound to. Perhaps the silence, hopefully the silence, would be so thick it might protect them all from their imminent doom.

"No." Tyran said. He unsheathed his sword and stepped forward. "No."

"Kid, you better get back, what do you think you can do against a magical storm like that?" Bjorn asked him. He admired Tyran's bravery but this was not a time for bravery, it was a time to simply survive.

"No." Tyran hefted the sword. "I cannot let Lp win again. Whether we die here or not makes no difference, it is how you die that makes your life worthy. I will not cower from any beast, magical or not."

Damn fool, thought Bjorn, going to get himself killed. One tiny elf against a giant magical storm. Kid had no chance. Bjorn stood next to Tyran. "Here's to the end." Bjorn took his sword out as well.

"For the resistance!" Rehck bellowed, knocking an arrow in his bow. His wolf howled in agreement and they all stood, awaiting the storm.

The three magic users looked at each other and shrugged. It was a hopeless, useless endeavor, to face a monster such as that which was approaching them. A hopeless, useless endeavor was better than nothing. The three held hands in a circle and started chanting. The magic of darkness, light and the arcane swirled around them and expanded around the group, weaving itself in and out. The shield could not hold through a storm of this power, but if everyone else was willing to bring sword to storm, they might as well do what they could to help.

Tyran smiled. "Let us go out in a flash or not at all!" The warriors cheered in agreement. The head of the isle looked at Tyran approvingly.

The storm came down on them as if the sky itself might have been falling and the cosmos collapsing. The water hit the shield and it shuddered. Again and again the storm beat against the shield, threatening its strength. The magic users chanted faster, stronger, trying to hold the shield but the sheer impact of the storm was ripping the threads of magic. The shield grew weaker and weaker and could not be repaired fast enough. Finally, the shield collapsed.

The warriors stood their ground though they could do nothing to stop the storm. People were swept off their feet and thrown, dragged and thrashed. Everyone came close together, planning to use their collective mass in an attempt to stand against the horrible storm. The storm thrashed against the group and the people were sprawled across the island. The storm sundered the barracks and ripped apart the infirmary. Pieces of wood went flying across the island, knocking the unfortunate unconscious and making them susceptible to the full force of the storm. With nothing else to cling to, people clung to each other, trying to stay grounded. The storm flung people and drowned some.

It seemed as if the storm went on for centuries before it ran low on strength and returned to the ocean, gathering fuel and heading in the opposite direction. The storm would be caught in the Maelstrom, and never make it to the Eastern Kingdoms.

The island was sundered and several people had met their end by the storm. Beaten and broken, the survivors gathered together and organized the reparation of the isle. Bjorn smiled shakily. At least he was around sensible people who got right to business, even after a catastrophe.