Chapter One As Ertras Necrofire threaded together his new hat, he heard a snap. He had forgotten he was still hunting the worg in Silverpine Forest. He had taken a break to make his new hat. Ertras was alright though. His Voidwalker, Belmon, was strong enough to fend off the monsters. Ertras sent a shadowbolt through the bushes. The squeal was just like all the others, high and whiny. The spoils that he got from these putrid monsters was amazing. A sword, a wand (which he needed), and some cloth gloves. He had come here because the merchant in the Undercity needed the meat. Ertras had enough, he knew it... Why the hell was he still here? Then he remembered. The murlocs he saw by the riverside had some serious copper on them. He needed some of it for spell classes later on. Ertras sent Belmon in to kill a few. The immolation and corruption spells helped him out, too. The light of the burning victims was very... rejuvenating... The screams of terror from the curses he put on them put his mind at ease. Then it hit him. The arrow flew right through his new hat, pinning it to a tree. He just made that! Ertras turns around and finds a draenei pointing a crossbow right at his throat. Draenei are blue creatures with tentacles for a beard. Their head is shaped weird, and not all of them have the same head shape, either. It had hooves for feet, and kind of muscular. They crash landed on Azeroth after their engine crashed. The ship they crash landed off of is called the Exodar. Curse the Alliance! That town was not needed so close to Undercity! This fight had gone on long enough between the two factions. Ertras loved the smell of burning and rotting flesh, but the war was a long one. That was not the only problem, either. The death knights had rebelled against the Lich King just 2 days ago. The war between the Alliance and the Horde was over in Northrend. Why couldn't it be over here, also? Damn the death knights! Damn them all! Ertras never liked them, anyway. Ertras, with a quick motion, cast a Curse of Agony onto the draenei without any warning. The beast shot the crossbow. It missed, just barely. The bolt flew just past the warlock's arm. Ertras laughs as the blue monster screams in pain. Ertras, with a final intention, sends a corruption spell straight for him, followed by and immolation, and a few quick shadowbolts. As the draenei drops dead, Ertras laughs. Ah, the smell of victory! No... wait... that was just his own flesh. He still hadn't gotten used to the smell of rotting flesh and nasty corpse. He had only been undead for a few days...