((Since a few people are hesitating, I’m going to go ahead and launch into the next scene. Feel free to jump in at any time! Soundtrack:<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsJ65qt5tuc" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsJ65qt5tuc</a>))<br/><br/>The pregnant silver moon peeks out between streaks of clouds casting eerie shadows on the land below. As your mount circles the once great Karazhan and prepares to land, you can hear a soft cello accompanied by a harpsichord trickling into the brisk night air. Light spills out from every window in the castle, and you get the feeling that it is the first time in many years that life has thrived in the fortress.<br/><br/>In a small clearing just adjacent to the castle proper, a steward with a torch stands at the ready, gladly accepting your reins with a polite nod. He leads the mount away, presumably to a stable, without a word. It is only once he walks away you notice you can see the torchlight through his entire body, as though he was made of the thinnest parchment. Curious…<br/><br/>Rows of floating lanterns, apparently kept aloft by their own will, direct your eyes to the main door. Walking up the path you notice that you are not the first to arrive. Scores of voices rise above the music in sounds of agony or lust, it is difficult to discern. Just as you are about to step over the threshold and into the receiving room, a hulking humanoid form materialises in front of you. Well over 7 feet tall and built like an Orgrimmar Grunt, you are shocked to find the skin tone pallid. Perhaps a half orc, perhaps a different race entirely, you cannot be sure for his head is covered by a black mask, reminiscent of an executioner’s hood. His arms are crossed over his bare chest and his forearms are covered only by thick black leather cuffs that appear to bind his bulging muscles to his wrists. You do not dare to let your gaze dip below his waist. He peers at you and mutters, “Invitation.”<br/><br/>After showing him the requested document and collar he simply disappears in a puff of dust and a shimmer of light. The doorway now free, you pass through to a simple receiving room decorated with cobwebs, dusty paintings, and musty carpets. Just as you are about to step through the doorway and into a hall, another figure materialises. This time you are able to get a better look at the process and notice that much like smoke, these beings seem to drift up from the floorboards and coalesce into humanoid shapes that give the illusion of solidity. This smoke, as though it were rising to fill an hourglass vase, forms womanly curves. Unlike the intimidating doorman, this appears to be a normal human woman with solid black hair dressed in a filmy black dress. The material appears to be translucent, at once onyx and pearlescent but shimmering with an inner light. Her fingers dance a light tap on a nearby stone wall and the bricks move back as though they had been tickled, revealing a staircase. The woman says nothing, but beckons with a finger for you to follow her.<br/><br/>The stairs wend in a spiral, and as you ascend faint echoes lift from the depths of the castle’s basement to assault your ears with familiar groans.  Although there is not a single torch present, the stairs are perfectly illuminated, seemingly by a light source within the rocky walls themselves.  The spectral woman climbing in front of you seems tireless, but even the most staid adventurer would feel a burning in their thighs from the arduous climb. Just before you become annoyed with the strain, the woman stops and a door materialises from a wave of her hand. She passes through the door first before opening it for you as though it were an afterthought.  You emerge in a darkened hallway with only two braziers lighting the area. The hallway contains a dizzying amount of doors, each an arch of red wood braced against a heavy iron frame. Your hostess extends her arm in a bow beside one of the doors in a gesture that you should enter. As your hand grasps the cold iron doorknob you realise you should ask for a key, turning around to get the attention of the stewardess, you are shocked to find yourself alone in the hallway. Your attention is focused once again on the door as it unexpectedly lurches open.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>