Commander Braghaman Larethian

Playing Catch and Deep Discussions, continued..

Benjamin and Lohgan watched from the window of the second floor of the Caravan inn. Quietly, the two boys speculated on what the explosion was that they had heard only minutes earlier.

“I bet it some evil wizard coming from that haunted tower,” Ben offered.

“Or maybe its the horde coming to attack the city,” Lohgan countered.

“Maybe it was one of the worgen.”

“Nah. They wouldn’t know how to make explosions that big.”

“Look! They’re coming back with something.”

The two boys scrambled out of the window and ran down the stairs, stomping so loudly that Ben’s father called out for the two to knock it off. Bursting through the doors, the two boys made it to the road just in time to watch several members of the Night Watch pulling a hand cart into town. The cart was blackened and showed signs of severe damage. Parts of the side were falling off and there were wisps of smoke coming from one corner.

Inside the cart, a loan squeaky voice could be heard moaning and muttering. When the cart finally got close enough, the two boys could see laying inside the form of a gnome. His clothes were also blackened and his sleeves and pant legs were shredded at the ends.

“What happened?” Ben called out as the militia men passed by.

“Crazy guy. Apparently he thought he could catapult himself into the Blasted Lands.”

“Really?” Ben and Lohgan said at the same time.

“Too much…   initial…  propulsion…” the squeaky voice said from inside the cart.

“Sure thing,” the watcher said, shaking his head as they continued to pull the cart into town.