[Prompt] Dimensional Hop

Lore World's End Tavern: Role-play and Fan Fiction
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A more whimsical prompt to follow last weeks.

What is this? You’ve woken up in a different world? Is it Earth or another game’s world? As you look around, you realize you are way out of your element. You still have access to all your Azerothian abilities, and still look like yourself, which may make you an exotic creature in this new world. How do you cope with the situation?

The idea I had was no recreating the character to match the world, but literally being in the world as the character you are now. Same person, different environment.

This is meant to be a fun exercise, so there aren’t many rules. I ask that posts be limited to two or three, as much longer is more like a short tale probably befitting its own thread.

Prompts are fun little things meant to inspire. You don’t have to perfectly match the prompt. Just let it inspire a thought.

I’m going to try and post these weekly, sometime between Saturday and Monday probably. Feedback and prompt ideas are welcome, so feel free to post them in here as well. Some prompts will be more thought provoking, some more whimsical. Respect your fellow writers.

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Morician_Blackborne has joined the game.

The death knight groaned, shielding his eyes from the harsh sun as he staggered to his feet. A quick self-examination revealed no broken bones or missing limbs, and his armor was still intact. Much to his horror though, his runeblade was missing. A minute of panic quickly ensued, before he realized that he no longer felt wracking pains or a need to kill. In fact, he felt very much alive.

Feeling a little more at ease, he swept his gaze around the immediate area, trying to get his bearings. He was in the middle of a grassy field speckled with various wildflowers, with a small flock of sheep contentedly grazing nearby. A stream babbled lazily through the field, with what seemed to be a vast forest of birch and oak on the other side. Thick puffy clouds floated by overhead, occasionally obscuring the sun. It almost looked like Elwynn forest, save for the fact that the trees weren’t quite big enough.

Where is everyone? he puzzled, wading across the stream and venturing deeper into the forest. At first, he had thought it nothing more than a dream, given his return to life, but the surroundings felt different than in a dream. More…real, if one could even properly describe how real felt. The water was very wet and soaked through the fabric portions of his attire, while the grass had that soft squishy crunch as it was trodden underfoot.

The trees grew taller and wider as he ventured deeper–the thick canopy overhead veiling the forest in a sort of dim twilight. This felt more like the wilder parts of Elwynn, save for the gigantic mushrooms sprinkled here and there among the trees. Maybe it’s Ashenvale? Or…what was that druid place…Moonglade? he mused to himself, pausing a moment before the mouth of a cave. While druids did like plants, he hadn’t known them to be particularly fond of caves, and this was one of several caves he had seen on his short walk. So not Moonglade then…

He was about to continue on when a flicker of movement in the depths of the cave caught his eye. Squinting, he crept closer to the entrance, peering in confusion at the strange creature within. What in the Light’s name is that thing?

The entity in question, although odd looking, didn’t appear to be hostile. It was about the size of a large dog, perhaps, with a very upright body supported by four stumpy clawed legs. Its head resembled a murloc’s, with big frog-like eyes and tiny little teeth poking out of a comically sad mouth. Its body was covered in a patchwork of green and brown scales. Unlike a murloc though, it didn’t make a sound, simply staring at him for a moment before wandering forward.

“Awwwww, hey little fella,” Morician ventured, holding out a cautious hand to show the creature he was no threat. The thing was kinda cute, in its own weird way, and if he could get it back home someone could probably identify it. “C’mon–I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” Shoot, maybe it’s a whole new kind of critter nobody’s ever found before!

The creature crept forward; its eyes unblinking. It came to a stop next to Morician, emitting a loud hiss. Morician frowned as the creature began to rattle, its body rapidly swelling. “What in the–” His exclamation was cut short by a loud BOOM as the creature exploded.

Morician_Blackborne was blown up by Creeper.

The death knight groaned, shielding his eyes from the harsh sun as he staggered to his feet, the sight of a grassy field and vast forest greeting him…

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There was enough ambient magic that Velleineda felt confident she could still reliably cast spells, but as she gazed down from the heights of an ugly steel tower, the lack of leylines still concerned the warlock. Her situation was, as far as she could discern, impossible. She had been summoned across worlds, potentially even across existential dimensions, but with the caveat that there was no sapient summoner, no living being to perform the requisite rituals.

One would think with all this ambient magic, despite the absence of leylines, that someone would be capable of magic. The only magic she’d seen, period, since arriving was the variety that was better described as “sleight of hand and clever trickery,” rather than genuine manipulation of universal forces of energy that could bend the very fabric of reality with the right calculations. She was literally the only person in that world that could actually do anything with the ambient energy permeating it, and it made her feel… alone.

So, she set out into this new world, casting an illusion on herself to blend in with the common masses, all human, and purchased sets of clothing, books on their history, primers on social etiquette both high and low. She encountered no major barrier to currency, though she did have to trick the system a bit. The mint of her coins would have sparked suspicion, and the locals dealt with a paper currency, rather than the coinage of her local world. So, rather than present the exchange officers with Azeroth-minted gold coins, she presented them with large, unmarked ingots, such as those a metallurgist would have worked with. These gave her a hefty sum of the local currency, allowing her to further increase her funding by investing them in various growing businesses, until she was making tens of thousands in yearly investment growth without possessing a job.

She intended to return to Azeroth… but in the event that she couldn’t, or that she had to linger in this new world for a long time before returning, she made absolutely sure that she had a secure foundation for herself on this place called ‘Earth’. And besides, with her studies of this world’s cultures, she could ensure smooth relations between the Alliance and this new world when she returned.

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Sand flew through the air, a thick driven cloud obscuring sight as little as a foot from me. I walked, my feet stumbling across hard, cracked, dry dirt along with rocks and the occasional dried plant while I tired to shield my eyes from the scouring winds. I had never been in a sandstorm like this, the air was dark brown as though the parched earth had become tired of yielding to gravity and decided to fight back, claiming the sky as its own as it as it shot across the land finally able to experience the freedom of movement, and flight

This place felt different, I could sense magic but not that which I was familiar with. The barrier between the world and the nether felt so fragile and thin yet almost seemed tangible. Whatever lay on the other side was not the nether, I knew this without knowing how. It was something more alien and in its own way more dangerous.

Over the roar of the storm I heard the muffled smash of metal against metal. Stepping towards the sound I tripped stumbling over the edge of something onto hard, flat ground. Here the ground was black, made of some kind of rock that smelled of tar. Brief parts in the sand revealed a thick yellow line running down its center. Ahead of my I could hear the faint sound of voices.

I stood and stumbled towards the sound eager to find someone that would know where I was. The wind and sand diminished as I got closer, the faint sounds of voices grew until I recognized them as angry grunts and curses, the sound of fighting. At once I stepped through the sand into a pocket of calm air, and beheld a sight that was anything but.

Odd mechano-tanks sat along this strange black road, many askew as though they had careened out of control. Others seemed to have crashed together blending into one sculpture of ugly, twisted metal. Still others rested on their sides metal flaps that I could only guess were doors standing erect in the air like a boat sail.

Mixed among them there were humans, paired off and fighting. Each set looked to be the same gender, height, weight and were wearing the same oddly styled clothes. Movement in my peripheral caught my eye, as I turned I beheld a figure running at me with a knife. Muscle memory kicked in and the emerald fire was leaping from my fingertips. My eyes went wide as the figure burned to a pile of black ash, they had looked exactly like me…

The humans seemed too preoccupied with their own fights to note that I had just burned someone to death, or if they noted they didn’t care. A sound drew my attention to one of the tanks, talking… So out of place in the chaos around me.

A high, gentle voice emanating from inside the tank.
“And we have this, sitting right here on this odd and bloodless desk. So, now dear listeners, whoever you are. I give you, the weather…”

Music replaced the voice, verse and lyrics I had never heard before, a transition so odd that it took a moment to notice that the humans around me had stopped. They all stood quietly as though waiting for something. Over the music and sudden surreal silence, the wind and sand were picking up while i stood mystified by the strangeness of it all.

I spun around as something crashed behind me. A sign lay fallen, resting at an odd angle. I managed to make out “Welcome to Nightvale” before I was swallowed again by the roaring sand.

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Myorga awoke to the feeling of jostling. She was sitting upright, hands bound in front of her. She cracked her good eye open and noted that she appeared to be in some sort of prison wagon, being escorted through the woods. The air was cold here and there was snow covering the trees. Great, I’m in Northrend. How long was I out? she thought to herself. She shivered a bit as the wind bit at her skin. She heard quiet talking and the sound of horse hooves on stone and the wheels of her cart rolling along.

She cautiously looked up and looked around. She was wearing thin clothing. Her armor taken by whoever had captured her. She didn’t recall being captured. Who ever did this was skilled at their craft. In the wagon with her were 3 other men. Another was dressed in thin clothing like her and was staring at the floor of the cart. The man next to her was wearing thick robes and fur and had his mouth bound and gagged. The third man up by the front of the cart was staring at her…creep. He was the first to speak.

“Hey, you. You’re finally awake”, he said in a thick accent she couldn’t quite place. “You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us…and that thief over there.”

Myorga wracked her brain trying to recall the events of the night before. She didn’t remember trying to cross any borders, especially not in Northrend. Wherever this cart was taking her, she would be sure to explain to her captors who she was and she would be released soon enough.

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Summary

I hope it’s all right, I ended up going with my world building project for a giggle. :stuck_out_tongue: Character is the WoW incarnation of a guinea pig character from it. Apologies on how long it is, kinda zoned out in the middle of writing. I can void it if it’s too long, don’t want to ruin the flow of the thread or anything.

Sashin got up with a start. Her mind was whirling, a combination of aches and confusion. She was slightly groggy, even worse. Taking a few seconds to get herself in order, she got up, brushed off her armor, and looked around.

It was a long, sunny grasslands she’d found herself in. No trees marked the area, only large ruins in the far distance and what looked like… hills, maybe? Her first guess was the Highborne ruins that dotted Hyjal and the other elven areas, yet the structures didn’t look anything like something a Highborne would even dare to look at.

Really, it didn’t look like anything an elf in general would even give a second thought to. Unless they appreciated abstract stone ruins. Which, Sashin supposed, would be her for the time being. Ruins always had some kind of portal in them. At least the ones she’d seen and heard about. Maybe it’d tell her where she was.

So she started off. It had to be at least 30 minutes she’d been walking until heavy noises from above caused her to unsheathe her favorite blades, Katrine and Jesper. She stopped, crouched, and waited in the long grass as the shadow passed over her.

Wind buffeted her and nearly knocked Sashin down as the shadow grew right in front of her. Soon enough, a large bird creature wearing a gaudy kefta stared back at her with inquisitive, beady eyes.

…Arakkoa? No, that isn’t right. They’re usually not so short… not the big ones, at least. Sashin got up slowly. She barely reached the things shoulders, but it was definitely not an arakkoa now that she’d gotten a better look at it. Its face looked almost like a harpy, human features yet… strange. It obviously didn’t have skin, yet tiny feathers. And… hair? It was almost the same shade as its folded up wings.

Its beak clicked once or twice. The small head tilted at her, with an almost owl-like resemblance, and the tawny face scrunched together. “Know you,” it said, beak clicking again. “Sashin.”

“…Awesome… uh, how do you know my name? Don’t think I’ve ever met an arakkoa before. Um… harpy? Human-bird-creature?” Sashin shrugged in vain. “…Where in Azeroth are we, by the way?” Not to mention. What language are we even speaking? Common?

The beady eyes flashed as soon as Sashin said Azeroth. “Ash’kai,” she said immediately, head bowing that seemed to be its name. “Not from here. Not Az-yurr-oth. Sent here. Anah-moo-lee.” The word seemed awkward on Ash’kai’s tongue. “Switched. With my Sashin.”

Sashin raised an eyebrow. “Riiiight… so, uh… not to- um- be rude, but… can I maybe… go back to Azeroth? Or wake up from whatever drug trip this is? Just. Um. Leave?” Ash’kai squinted at her, head leaning in. She took a few steps backwards. “I mean, this place is nice, but… y’know… birds are really, really cool, you know. Really cool.” She had no idea why she even said that. But, it seemed to please the bird creature, so she supposed it worked on getting it not to eat her.

“Bring you back. Get my Sashin back. You back home. Come.” Ash’kai left without another word, marching off the way she’d flown. “Need to leave. Night fall soon. Bad time for flightless creature. Could get eaten.”

That worked well enough to get her moving. Sashin jogged along after the strange Ash’kai. She kept her daggers gripped in her hands, and some ideas on compliments for Ash’kai’s feathers. Just in case her new friend decided she was hungry.

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Adraenon snapped his eyes open in a blur. Where was he? He saw dim orange light flickering and dancing up his peripheral vision, nothing he could make out but it looked like writing to him. Too fast to really tell. Besides, he couldn’t have hoped to focus on it when there was something else floating in front of him, a bright blue light emitting from the center, was it talking? Maybe.

As he started coming to he was struck by a whirring ache in his head, instinctively covering his eyes with his hand he couldn’t help but notice how, well, metallic it felt to touch his head. As the ache passed he could start making out a cheerful female voice right in-front of him, still couldn’t make out the words however, they did have an odd sort of metallic ring to them he did note.

His vision finally focused and the dim orange light faded away, allowing him to focus on the blue light dancing in-front of his eyes it seemed. The room or where ever he was was pitch black save for the light in front of him, and seemingly an orange yellow light just barely being emitted from his own face, lightly illuminating the area around the blue light in front of him.

The little light right in his face was best described as a tiny metallic eye surrounded by many smooth, angular individual pieces, which were seemingly arranging themselves into a joyful expression.

"Easy, I don’t know how long you’ve been dead. Just take it slow. I’ll explain everything."

He pushed himself to his feet and let out a groan as he did so, his voice having a ever so slight static to it he noted.

“Where- where I am? Who- what are you?”

The pieces of the light’s shell danced around its core at the question.

"Your ghost. Eyes u-"

She was cut off by a thunderous boom that sounded no further than half a mile from the two, shortly afterwards a door across the room was blown open in a flurry of red sand and bright light flooding the room. With the new found light Adraenon studied himself for a split second, his armor was tattered and clearly worn by ages past. This thus exposed his hands, covered in a black carbon fiber but expertly built to be a striking replication of a humanoid.

His self inspection was cut off by the little light’s voice and following vanishing

“I’m still with you. But We need to move, now.”

He saw large hulking figures marching past the doorway, their details obscured by the blinding light from the outside. Regardless Adrae reached for his pistol instinctively and found one very alien to him. It still vaguely resembled his pistol with the firing hammer and curved grip, but a much bulkier body and barrel.

"We need to get you to Earth, but seems the Cabal just complicated things."

No sooner than this was said did one of the hulking figures outside notice him and let out a grunting roar from under its armor. He didn’t hesitate for a moment to shoot it in what looked like its head, the following splatter of oily goo and collapse of the figure confirming this.

“You’ll make quite the hunter it seems.”

The little voice rang in his ear as he started out into the sand choked ruins of this foreign civilization, now occupied by one even more unknown to him.

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As consciousness slowly returned Asana became aware of several things at once. First, was the feel of hot sand underneath her body. She lightly wove her fingers into the smooth grains. The sound of ocean tides pounding the shoreline reverberated just behind her. This was wrong. She knew it was wrong, why was she on a beach? That was absolutely not where she fell asleep last night.

However, the third realization is why she didn’t get up and move to look around. There were voices arguing over her, three of them by her count. Enemies? Possibly, but playing dead for now couldn’t hurt if they hadn’t killed her yet.

“We should chain her now. She’s clearly an enemy!” The voice sounded young and high pitched, but she labeled it as male.

“Oh is that always your first reaction, Captain? She could be someone in need of help. There’s no evidence she’s working with that monster!” said another voice, female this time. Whoever she was, Asana was quietly supporting her opinion on the matter.

Something hard and narrow jabbed her in the back. “You know she could be dead. Hasn’t moved for hours yet, I say we leave her for the scavengers.” The third voice said gruffly, another man.

As cautiously as possible she opened her eyes a tiny fraction. The blinding sunlight was harsh at first, but it soon settled into focus. She could just make out two of the people in front of her and…well that was new. It was one of the strangest sights, and coming from her that was saying something. They looked like mushrooms. About the size and shape of gnomes with light skin and large spotted mushroom caps in place of hair on their heads. They wore silver plated armor with red tabards emblazoned with another mushroom symbol. Each of them was armed with a sheathed short sword and a spear, probably what jabbed her just now. Unmistakably soldiers by the look of it.

“Nonsense, she’s breathing just fine. I swear you’re both useless…” the girl sighed in exasperation behind her.

Asana closed her eyes and inwardly took a deep breath. She had so many questions right now, but it probably wouldn’t be wise to let them finish arguing it out. Two in front, one behind and all armed. Should be simple enough to handle. Instantly she opened her eyes and deftly rolled to her feet. Before they could react she kicked up a flurry of sand into their faces and lunged forward to disarm them of their spears.

The captain let out a shrill whistle and shouted, “Rex, capture!”

Before she knew what happened something enormous and black leaped at her from the side. Only her honed instincts got her to sidestep it barely in time and not be bowled over. She settled into a fighting pose then paused, what in the hell was that?

The creature looked like a living cannonball, though one more akin to a boulder five times her size. It had no limbs aside from a chain trailing out behind it, seemingly attached to its metallic body, she noted curiously. Though the gaping mouth with hundreds of razor sharp teeth definitely had her full attention more. It towered over her and growled menacingly like some demented bloodhound.

Suddenly three spear blades found their way to encircle her throat. Right…the soldiers. Well damn, this sucked. She raised her hands up in surrender. “Easy, easy. No need to get your…um pet here worked up.” The creature looked half a second away from tearing her limbs off, but held back at a gesture from the captain. She was amazed such a small person could tame such a large ferocious thing. A reckless interested part of her wanted to get closer to it and learn more. Was it actually a living thing? Or was it an animated magical construct? It behaved so much like a real animal.

“Who are you? What are you?” he asked threateningly. Though because his voice sounded more like a boy’s it just came across as adorable to her. Fortunately, she was well used to being around gnomes and knew underestimating these people would be foolish. “What are you doing in the Mushroom Kingdom?”

A sarcastic comment came to mind, but she decided to ere on the side of politeness instead. “My name is Asana, I’m human. I really don’t know any more about this than you do. I woke up on your shore just now with no memory of how I got here. I’m sorry I assaulted you, it was a reflex, but I mean you no harm.”

The other man tilted his blade against her neck. She was keenly aware of how sharp it was. “She has to be lying. That’s a weak story. What if she’s a spy from the Koopa Kingdom?”

The girl, however, lowered her spear and stepped back. “Then she’d be a terrible spy indeed. I think she’s telling the truth. Bowser has never used humans before. I didn’t think any others even existed!”

Any others? Interesting, so these people had in fact seen humans before. She marked that useful piece of knowledge away. “You saw how she reacted to us. This is one is a trained fighter. If she’s not with us then she must be with the enemy!” countered the captain.

“We should take her back to the castle. Let the princess judge for herself and decide what to do,” the girl said calmly. She turned to Asana and smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry for this. We normally pride ourselves on hospitality, but I’m sure you can understand. These are troubled times.”

She returned the smile and shrugged nonchalantly. “Not the first time I’ve had a blade pointed at me…or been nearly eaten by something. If we can clear it up then let’s go.” She still had no idea what was going on, but had long since learned to just go with the flow. With any luck this princess of theirs would have the same mindset.

The two men lowered their spears, but kept a firm grip on them. “Very well. Come with us,” said the captain who nodded for her to start walking up the beach. “But keep this in mind in case you try to escape, a chain chomp never forgets a scent. I won’t call Rex off next time.” She glanced back at it and Rex growled a deep unsettling rumble in agreement. Wonderful, well this day was off to a good start.

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Holy crap this prompt got a lot more attention then I thought it was going to get. Great stories everyone I’ve enjoyed reading them all

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(( Oh I have a good one for this… ))

Baine was in Thunder Bluff when he came across a strange Tauren whom approached him. He told him of a threat to his people and all of Azeroth worse than the Centaur, worse than alliance, worse than the secret plans of the Banshee Queen Sylvanas, and even the Burning Legion combined.

This tauren told him there were beings from an alternate realm whom sought to invade and turn Azeroth into a bleak shadow of her former self. To accomplish this they would merge their realm with that of Azeroth’s. The merger would be slow at first and likely go unnoticed by the inhabitants until it was too late to stop it. Signs of the corruption had already begun.

Baine had been through a lot in his young life, so while he brushed off the old tauren’s claims they did haunt him that night. Unable to get a restful night sleep Baine experienced what he could only explain had to be a nightmare.

Walking through Thunder Bluff everything seemed to be darker as if depression soaked the atmosphere. Damage ravaged the bluffs as huts were destroyed and assorted rubble from an unknown land scattered the landscape. Looking into the sky Baine could see a portal large enough to drop a city that only reminded him of the one that displayed Argus not too long ago. Storm clouds raged around the portal as burning objects flung from its depths to Mulgore below.

Suddenly one of the objects landed near the tauren and he rushed over to see what it was expecting some form of dread lord or other demon from the Burning Legion. What he found instead looked like one of the humans. He was dressed in little more than a harness, and a helm that had a skull on the front. Behind him were several others. One looked to be female and had four arms… There was something you didn’t see very often. She did not seem to be wearing much more than what would cover personal modesty. Maybe she was one of these fabled female ogres. Others looked to be dressed in some rogue armor. There were suddenly a lot of them.

“So the Alliance has sent a squad to take my home have they? Not likely to happen.” Baine responded as he drew and arrow from the quiver on his back and notched it in his bow. With a powerful draw he released the arrow only for the skull-masked human to catch it with one hand snapping the shaft. One of the armor clad rogues stepped forward. He was dressed in yellow armor and Baine could not see any noticeable pupils.

The human whom seemed to be in charge yelled over to Baine. “If it is a fight you want then Scorpion will be your opponent…” Scorpion must have been the yellow armored one that stepped forward. Getting a closer look his armor did seem to have a Scorpid-like feel to it. “…In…”

"MORTAL KOMBAT!!"

Baine did not have much time to react when the one now known as Scorpion attacked. In a flurry he was upon the Tauren striking him with fist and foot. Baine tried to defend himself but the smaller human must have trained with the Pandaren Monks as he was fast and near impossible to hit.

Quickly getting tired of being this human’s punching bag Baine had only one option on the table. Pooling all his strength the Tauren slammed his hoof into the bluff creating a shockwave that burst outward stunning the human long enough for the tauren to grab him and toss him through the air. Baine proceeded to draw his spear from his back and gripped it with both hands.

Scorpion quickly recovered and looked at the beast. Raising one of his palms he summon some form of spear-head of his own. “GET OVER HERE!!” He yelled as the spear launched from his palm like a bullet right towards Baine whom moved the head of his own spear to block the tethered projectile. Who was this guy? He seemed to dress like a rogue, fight like a monk, and had abilities he himself used.

Was this really a dream or not. Each time his opponent hit him it felt so real. The taste of blood in his mouth and the stinging his muscles were now feeling from fatigue. Finally the ringleader spoke up again. “Good,”

"Finish him!"

Everything went dark…

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((I enjoyed your tales. Thinking of our characters in our world or the worlds of some of our other interests is amusing to me :3 I might write more scenarios, but this is the first I’ve thought of.))

Well that spell went awry. Kersia mused as she made her way through the forest. Where was she? She thought she locked into the appropriate teleportation point, but this was not her destination. What truly concerned her was the lack of leylines. She could sense some form of a flowing magical energy in the world, but it wasn’t something she was familiar with. She heard voices in the distance and immediately wove an invisibility spell. She followed the same mechanics as she was used to, but instead of pulling from the leylines, she found herself pulling from the ambient energy in the air. She dove behind a nearby tree and observed the figures that walked by.

Two humans approached. No. On closer inspection, they were unlike any humans she had ever seen. The obvious male was tall with a point to his ears almost like a half elf’s. The female was shorter, with what looked like long, worgen ears on her head and a furry tail. Kersia watched for a moment as they passed and moved to follow them. The female spun around with a bow drawn. She looked right at Kersia, so much so that Kersia questioned if her magic wore off. The woman relaxed after the male put a hand on her shoulder and the pair continued on.

Kersia followed them to what appeared to be a village of sorts. She observed many people of their forms, as well as other forms. One creature she saw was almost dragon like in appearance. They seemed to have scales on their skin and horns were their ears would be, as well as various shapes of tails. Kersia catalogued their features as she observed in a journal. Interesting world, this. Slowly, she pieced an image in her mind of the form she wanted to take. Her eyes flashed an arcane blue as her form shifted and melded into one of the draconic creatures.

Kersia stretched to test her body out. She opted for the kind that had white scales, though her eyes were still her arcane blue with an icy blue ring around them. Her tail was thin with spikes on the tip. She wore a simple blue robe to cover her body and white gloves. She wanted to have as little of her body visible in case she misjudged the patterns of the scales.

Kersia strolled into the village and began to chat with some of the folk. She feigned an amnesiac illness. Eorzea? Kersia had never heard of the world before. Hydaelyn? The more she learned, the more confused she got. Had she jumped dimensions, worlds? It is possible… But how will she get home?

Kersia decided to remain calm and just learn about the world. She could learn about the world and its inhabitants, a fantastical study. Perhaps she could create a teleportation link and bring some back to her lab for further study? First she would need to learn of this world’s magic. Not knowing the fineness of this world’s magical structure would inhibit her return to Azeroth.

((I had fun in the character creator))

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((Funnily enough, I was planning on doing FFXIV myself.))

“Hear… Feel… Think…” The words echoed in his head for a bit, even as he opened his eyes to be greeted by the old man, an obvious merchant, and the two elven children beside him. The old man swiftly noticed his return from sleep, and greeted him with a cheery smile. Galder, however, had downed more than a few bottles of hard liquor the day before. Or… at least, he felt like it.

He winced as the merchant’s voice came out a few decibles too high, and lifted his hand, explaining simply, “Hangover.” The merchant’s lips parted in an ‘oh’, and he nodded in understanding, before, much more quietly, he asked, “Still, seein’ as how the little ones over there aren’t keen for talking, would you mind humoring an old man?”

Galder thought it over for a moment, before nodding. “Just as long as you keep your voice down.” With that said, the merchant began practically monologuing at Galder, which proved enlightening. Eventually the old man slowed down and actually asked Galder a question. “So, what made you decide to become a 'venturer anyroad?” Galder mulled the question over in his mind a bit…

“I want to learn about this strange, strange world I live in.” He finally replied, half-true he supposed. The old man chuckled. “So ye want to explore the world, aye? Well, I reckon ye’ll find plenty of opportunity for that.” Galder’s attention drifted away. Lucky he did, otherwise he never would have spotted the highwaymen approaching them. Though, the old man’s words suggested worse: they weren’t bandits, they were guards, from a local city. And sure enough, they didn’t ransack the caravan straight away. Instead, they tried to frame them for drug trafficking. Before he could ask what Somnus was (besides illegal), his instincts pulled his eyes away. Adrenaline flowed. He leapt forward, pulled the old man and the children behind him, and drew his sword in a diagonal slash. An arrow was cut out of the air. The Brass Blades were cussing up a storm, but it was Galder who reoriented them. “Go! I can guard the carriage, just go!” The captain of their band couldn’t resist a parting shot though. “Mind yourself adventurer, you don’t have any authority over us! Get that caravan moving, we’ll handle the Amalj’aa!” Galder scowled at the man, but didn’t snipe back. Not that he could, the caravan was already moving again. He slid his sword back into the scabbard, before sitting back down, the two elven children balking at him, but the old man simply expressing gratitude they were all alive.

Galder opened one eye and looked at the old man. “Wake me when we’re almost there.” He requested. The man nodded, sharing a look of sympathy. Galder drifted off again…

“I am sorry, child of Azeroth… this is not your home… but… I am running out of options…”

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Dear Diary,

I seem to have lost my time dragon Protecto or Terminalian depending on who he’s run into. Protecto was the name I gave him. Terminalian seems to be the name he had from dragons that remember him. We were supposed to travel back in time before Ragnaros was killed by the heroes of Azeroth the first time, but now I’m here and I’m not sure how I got here or even if there’s a way back but there something about this world that is oddly familiar but completely different.

Human seem to have complete dominance over this realm, but they seem to be more afraid of me and are not just attacking me outright. The world seems to have a magic feeling to it, but it didn’t stem from any of the people or even the ground below. It came from the sky almost like a roof with a few holes in it and dripped small amounts of arcane magic on me, but it wasn’t consistent enough for me to stay in one place. I came upon a small amount of hay huts surrounded by farm lands and a few fenced off livestock, but there were no guards to protect them from attacks. I came closer and a child asked me in Common, “Are you from the fairy world?”

I bent down to his level, “No, I’m from Azeroth, where am I, exactly?”

“You’re in Voss Village, we’re small mountain place that is clear from the fighting.” The boy explained.

He looked dirt stained and clothes were somewhat ragged but then again so were most of the villagers, “Where are the guards?” I asked, “Where are the people that protect you from monsters and wildlife?”

“I thought that’s why you were here, you’re from the Holy Sea, right? We had a large number of them here in the village. They helped us build a church.”

I was a bit relieved to find out that this village did have a place of the Light, it was actually the biggest building in the village, but I didn’t exactly recognize any of the symbols these people used, but also, I couldn’t feel any calling to the Light since I was there. A human woman came by and picked the boy up and held him in his arms. I felt I wouldn’t be attack by the humans of this place, so I asked her if there were priest or paladin’s in their church.

The woman nodded her head seeming to be scared, “There are priest that run our village now, we make offerings and their priest bless the lands, but we still lose people. We’re given excuses that our faith wasn’t strong enough.”

I was a bit confused and put my hand behind my head, “Well, if priest are planting seals to keep monsters away…”

“We’re not dying from monster attacks.” She interrupted, “We’re starving, we build your church, and make our offerings. We just want things to go back the way they were.”

I felt a since of guilt come over me. The blessing that I was somewhat familiar with would leave an aura of holy magic that I could feel. But I didn’t feel anything like that since I came to this village. I nodded, and I watched the woman go inside with her child.

I walked into the church and I saw a man in red robes sitting on the wooden church pews reading, he noticed my hard steps from plate armor and look back at me surprised, “You’re a… I’m sorry, what are you, child?” The priest asked.

“I’m a blood elf and a paladin of the Light, why haven’t you fed the villagers outside?” I asked.

“I’ve blessed their crops and livestock, if they don’t grow then their faith must be lacking, it is simply the will of God that they starve.” He explained and look back at his book.

I clenched my teeth, “How can you call yourself a priest?” I asked.

He didn’t take his eyes off his book, “I’m a minster, but I suppose the common folk don’t know the difference.” He looked at me and looked at me closer, “What did you say you were?”

“A paladin, a blood elf paladin, my name is Perfectia Dawnlight…”

He shook his head and stood up, “No.” He interrupted, “You’re not from here, are you?” He asked.

There was a deep rage inside me that wanted to reduce this foul ‘minster’ to ashes with my sword, but he did seem like he could answer some of my questions. I shook my head, no. “Where am I?” I asked.

He breathed out slightly and a faint smile came across his lips, “You’re in Voss Village in a place called Midland. Our savor Griffith has been trying to unite the fairy world with ours and that is not a secret I’m allowed to share with the commodity, but if you came from there then maybe his plan is finally coming into fruition.” He said in excitement.

I shrugged slightly, “I still don’t understand.”

He laughed slightly, “It means that…” He looked up slightly, “…Every creature I’ve witnessed come from that place has been monstrous and savage. Our faith was the only thing that protected us from those beast, but you’re the first creature-”

“Elf” I interrupted.

“Right, I’ve heard of your kind before, but they were smaller. You said you were a paladin of the ‘Light’, is that your name for God?” He asked.

I looked away and thought back. I knew what the word god meant, it was an entity that is worshipped by people, but that wasn’t what the Light was, “No, the Light is more of a place where we all come together when we die.”

“Heaven!” He shouted, but I was unfamiliar with the word, “Who rules over this ‘Light’?”

I shook my head and shrugged, “No one.” I answered, “The Light is in all of us. Some of us can use it to draw of strength, to heal, and if necessary, to kill.”

He looked at me disturbingly and swallowed hard, “So you worship no God and this ‘Light’ can murder people?”

I looked up and thought. Shrugged slightly, “Well there are some people that use it for ill use, but I guess I don’t worship a God.” I said the word ‘God’ like the way he had been saying it.

He looked down sadly and sat down on the pews he was before, “Please leave this village or I’ll have you burned at the stake.”

So, I walked out into the wilderness of the evergreen and I must say that I’ve never rode for so long without running into someone or something of that or another. There were no animals that tried to attack me or members of a group of people that tried to rob me. If anything, most of the wildlife that I did see seem to run away while I was on my horse. Eventually daylight burned away, and I just stopped by a body of woods and set up a cooking fire for warmth. I’m using the light from this fire to write, but this place is like an ocean of land. I can honestly say that I’m lost and I’m not sure if I’m going to find my dragon Protecto. I think I need to find a road and maybe see where it leads.

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“I can sense Grenth’s touch upon you.” The voice stirred Graume from his near-trance, sitting peacefully on a bench, in what, mere moments ago, he thought was Stormwind. The sight he set his eyes upon told him that was not so. He turned towards a pale woman with white hair and calm eyes…

And the most obvious signs of necromancy he’d ever seen- seriously, even the Cult of the Damned hadn’t dressed so overtly. “Grenth, eh?” He asked, the woman gave a nod. “Can’t say I know what that is. Just a farm bo–”

“Your fingernails- they’re stained with grave soil.” At her observation, he turned to eye her warily. “And though I can sense the touch of necromancy upon you…” She frowns slightly, “It’s sloppy. As if your idea of necromancy is simply to cram souls into a body and let the corpse rampage.” She critiqued.

Graume’s jaw hung open, and he glanced haphazardly around- their conversation hadn’t been magically veiled, and yet, none of the people around them had reacted, at all. He couldn’t muster any words at all… until she tilted her head, and added, “There is potential, however. You’ve a gift. It would be shameful to squander it.” She beckoned him along.

Eventually, he dared to say it. “Lady… I… I’ll be honest with you- I don’t know anything right now. And I don’t mean that in the dramatic way- I was sittin’ on a bench in Stormwind, drinkin’ coffee and ignorin’ all the religious folks what think buggerin’ an old man is justified just ‘cause he’s an expert on necromancy-- now, suddenly, I’m in some luxurious city what look like it ain’t ever seen so much as a stray dragon, bein’ lectured by a necromancer what says soul-fuel ain’t proper procedure…”

“Well, to be technical, ‘soul-fuel’ is proper procedure… just not when it comes to the reanimation proper- we do reap souls to prevent our reserves from drying up.” The woman added. Graume felt the wind leave his sails for a moment. “But, from what you’ve said… it almost sounds like you’ve crossed the Mists from a foreign land. Just more to add to your training.”

Graume couldn’t help blinking. “Training? Wait-wait-wait… so you’re telling me… you plan on training me? Presumably in… the local version of necromancy?” The woman nodded. He paused and probed her with his… less physical senses. His eyes shot wide. “… No corruption… y’ain’t got no corruption in yer body an’ soul…”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that fa–” The woman cut off as she noted an increasingly manic laugh coming from the man. She wanted to ask what was so funny, but the eager gleam in his eyes told her that nothing was funny- it was simply elation at finding something he sought for too long to recount.

…

Five years later, John Graume, citizen of Kryta, Priest of Grenth, turned his cowskull-clad visage to see the sight of the restless dead. With the ease of long practice, he reanimated his entourage of potent servitors, each a grisly construct of flesh and bone, each a reminder that death need not be the end of a creature’s service to a righteous cause.

When the last of the Orrians lied truly dead, he dismissed his entourage, silently thanking their service, as a Charr approached behind him. “Well d–”

Both of them were cut off at a flash of light, from which emerged a dazed Night Elf. Graume raised an eyebrow at the sight under his mask, and brushed his shoulder with a green glove. “Yer a long way from home.” He greeted, hoping she took the mask for eccentricity, rather than necromancy.

Guild Wars 2. Where Necromancy is just grisly, rather than inherently evil. Good place for a repentant necromancer to land, eh?

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I approve of this necro

After several days of calmly traveling through snow and ice, Death Knight Gharion could safely say he was officially lost.

Now, normally this would be impossible for someone like him that knew Northrend like the back of his hand- and therein lied the problem:

He was not in Northrend, or anywhere in Azeroth for that matter.

Not only was the landscape entirely unrecognizable to him, but neither his death gate nor the heartstone he always kept with him worked. Thus, the only logical conclusion he could arrive to were that he was either sent forward or backwards in time, or perhaps to a different plane of existance all together.

All in all, however, he supposed his situation could have been worse. This place, barren though it may be, was nowhere near as brutal as Northrend- and even then, no need to sleep, no need to eat, he was a Death Knight and the cold does not bother him in any way. In fact, he only had two singular problems: the wrecking pains that all Death Knights suffer were starting to afflict him, and the ever present feeling he was being watched.

Most would call the later paranoia, he considered it a perfectly reasonable reaction to being dead.

But ironically enough, it was shortly after declaring himself lost when he found something familiar that would put his current problems to rest… and spawn new ones- the familiar situation being helpless living humans being over run by undead.

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He laughed, casting unholy magic with his left hand and using his curved greatsword with his right to cleave 3 ghouls horizontally. “How weak. You’ll never lay a finger on the living again.”

Hundreds of the undead already lay in pieces around him, they were not particularly strong and the ebon fever and his festering wounds made short work of their superior numbers. Pinned under his boot was something as tall as a night elf yet clearly “human”, with long wispy white hair and white beard, pale grey-white sinewy skin stretched taut across his frame, giving the lich a somewhat gaunt and mummified appearance

Most importantly, however, were his glowing blue eyes- not unlike the ones he had under his plate mask. It had certainly been far stronger than its minions, but the lich’s frost magic was not anything his anti-magic shield could not handle. He had cleaved its arms, and after delivering that line, its head- the light in its eyes faded slowly, then the head exploded, followed by all the undead around him dropping bonelessly to the floor.

He turned around, facing the humans he had saved, only to find they were merely looking at him in both awe and fear. Clad in dirty furs and wielding crude weapons they tensed as he approached, they looked terrified, wild eyed and desperate.

That, however, was the day he met Mance Rayder, Ygritte, Tormund and the Free Folk- and became involved in the war that was later reffered to as “The Second Long Night of Westeros.”.

To be perfectly honest, i wanted to write about Skyrim but someone already did it. And since im still salty about S8, GoT it is. Honestly, since this time around the humans have someone around who’s more powerful than your average White Walker, knows engineering far above anything they have in Westeros, and could introduce them to the Light which is really good vs undead a lot of the main plot will go right out of the window. It’d be over in two-three seasons, at most. The last one would end up being Westeros vs Dany

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