Chapter 1: Sentenced to Insanity
On one fine, before dawn day in the outskirts of the town called Andorhal, people were gathered by undead slave masters. They were pushing the people into their vessel without a care to order. Their were screaming and moaning as well as the occasional hair pulling while everyone was being loaded into a meat wagon. The vile stench of the rotting flesh that still clung to its wheels made the night elf's stomach turn. This is what happens when one tells someone of her mind. All of these poor souls knew. Some of them weren't so poor, though. The night elf was pushed and shoved on to the vehicle next to her was a crying blood elf. This poor girl's face was permanently red given that she never stopped crying. No one could speak to her without her bursting into even more endless tears. On the night elf's other side was a large male Tauren. He dwarfed her from where she stood and she was worried he might find her a good target to swing at. She couldn't be safer next to him as he was mumbling to himself and not paying her the least bit of attention. The wagon began to move and it made all the smaller beings fall a bit forward as it jerked. This however made one person very unhappy as she got a male undead in her personal space.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Ya Get off a meh! Now! Get off! Get off! Go away from meh!" She screamed loudly at the offending person. It was surprising that she didn't just throw him away from her, given the fact she was a troll. The male undead just grinned up at her and attempted to touch her. This only brought on round two of the screaming. "Nah don' tuch meh! Don' ya dare tuch meh! I be warnin' ya!" She looked as if she was about to cry with how much she didn't want him near her. The night elf was about to step in when the mass in front of her moved.
"Ya best be stopin dat rite now ,mon. Even dough I love ta hear a woman beg..." His huge form blocked out what he was doing. He was a troll standing just over the night elf's 6'5 stature. "I tink I should be da onla man ta make dis here girlie scream, mon" His voice melted the woman with some kind of liquid pain. It stung the night elf as she heard it. A female Tauren came to his left and told him something he might want to listen to.
"You touch that girl and I will kill you." Her voice dripped with venom as she halted all assault on the female Troll. Her eyes were silted making herself even more threatening. She seemed to have the experience in doing so as she protected the weaker female. The undead man looked back to the troll as he was in a death stare with the Tauren. He grinned and went over to where the blood elves and the night elf were.
In the farthest corner of the wagon, behind the night elf there was a male blood elf and a female Draenei. He was curled into a ball muttering his spells but the collar around his neck made him useless. The Draenei on the other hand was rubbing herself on the Tauren who paid her no mind even as she attempted to cuddle his tail.
They all wore handcuffs and the two Tauren had ankle cuffs on. Those that would cast magic were collared and some had padding on their horns or tusks. But for the most part they all wore their original clothes and kept all their belongings. The ride that changed their lives was taking them to their worst nightmare. For some this is a vacation for others this would be a trip in hell. All of them would receive the best care and all of them would receive medication. They all were flawed by society's eyes and so they were sent away. The Undercity was willing to have them at their torture chamber they liked to call: The Undercity Asylum.