The Tanaris sun was merciless. Its heat beat down upon a massive orc, covered in his plate and chainmail armor. The large armor was covered in spiraling red runes, that glowed whenever any fool hearted bandit or beast tried to ambush the figure. Their bodies were no longer recognizable after that. Beneath the helm of the figure glowed two dark blue eyes, beneath them one could see a merciless killer, but there was something else, a strange kindness. If one was sure they saw it, it was deep inside.

The orc didn't move for several hours, save for a small sigh when the sun finaly began to set. There was a distant thudding, and the orc's head shot up, his gauntleted hand grasping the smooth hilt of a long claymore by his side, not the usual weapon for an orc. The figure stood up, holding the claymore by his side. If one studied the sword enough, they could see a red fog around it, almost like a mist of blood.

For several moments the thudding continued, growing louder and louder as the minutes past. Finaly, two figures appeared on the horizon, both riding upon horses and riding rather close to each other. The orc's sense of smell caught the riders before they fully came into view, and with a satisfied smirk, he slid the claymore to it's sheath on his back.

The mounted figure rode up to the orc, one was an elf with long brown hair dressed in flowing red robes with a long magical staff somehow strapped to his back via magical means. The other was an elf as well, with flowing blonde hair, she was covered in plate armor that seemed to have a glow of its own, casting a light upon even the orc. She smiled at him, "Afternoon Barick."

The orc chuckled, taking off his helm, "Its good to see you Cherub, you too Merdim." The other elf, Merdim, nodded his head to his friend. "Good to see you too Barick."

Barick smiled, returning his helm to his face. "Where is Satanos? And Theodyn? I thought they left with you two.

Merdim shrugged, but it was Cherub who answered. "They did, but they must have fell behind."

Barick shrugged, pulling out a flask and tossed it to Merdim. The elf caught it expertly and unscrewed the cap, taking a long drink from it. He sighed in relief as it quenched the thirst he had sense Thousand Needles. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his robe and handed it to Cherub opposite him. She thanked him and finished the rest off herself, tossing the empty flask back to Barick. The orc caught it and placed it in his pack behind him.

The three of them waited for nearly two hours, the hot sun had finally set and the cold night was finaly creeping up on them. Merdim and Cherub had sense dismounted and sat together, arms around each other. Barick however, paced around their small area, mumbling to himself. He stopped short when he heard another set of thuds, he smelled the air and nodded. "Finaly the lazy orc gets here." It took several minutes, but finally two more mounted riders came into view. One rode upon a gray wolf and the other a red hawkstrider, both seemed to be belting on pieces of their armor rather quickly. As they rode into view it was clear who rode them, on the wolf was an orc Death Knight, a large axe strapped to his back, and the other was an elf, a bow slung across her back with a quiver of arrows. The orc rode up to Barick, grinning widely. "BARICK! Good to see you! Sorry we're later, we stopped too…"

Barick cut him off, "Satanos, I do not want to know. I'm sure it was interesting, but I don't want to hear about it." Satanos's face fell for a moment, but he shook his head, instead looking to the elf who had already dismounted, her hawkstrider resting with the other's mounts. Barick nodded to her, "Good to see you Theodyn." She smiled, returning the greeting.

With the whole group finally there Barick began, "Okay, we'll all here cause there's something wrong in the Caverns of Time. Infinite dragonflight is probably trying to mess up something again." Barick had been working in the Caverns of Time for several months, and rather then appear younger or older, he had completely stopped aging, but the bronze dragons assured him that it was temporarily, he could age ten years in a day at the snap of a finger. That wasn't really the reply he had been hoping for.

As the four began heading to the nearby Caverns of Time, Satanos ran up to Barick. "Did you hear?"

Barick glanced at him, confused, "About what?"

Satanos replied immediately, as if he had expected the exact response. "Alterac Valley of course."

Barick's face fell, "Oh. Yea, I did. Alliance scum drove out all the orcs. Guess the Dwarves can finally get what they went in for…" Death Knight or not, Barick's sense of duty to the horde had never changed.

Satanos nodded as the group made their way down the ramp leading to the Caverns of Time. Barick led the way, glancing back occasionally to make sure all where behind him. He sighed, "Okay, I think the time period is messed up around the invasion of Quel'thalas. Merdim, Cherub, and Theodyn, you three are fine. As for me and you Satanos, if for some reason the magics in the Caverns aren't working probaly, we have to go as orc mercenaries, which I doubt will work, but I trust the Lord of Time. Let's just hope the magic does pull through okay?"

Satanos shrugged, "You worry too much Barick! You should be more relaxed, like me."

Barick snorted, "I enjoy my caution thank you very much Satanos."

Satanos shrugged his massive shoulders once more, "Your choice Barick, but, relaxed like me works out." He winked at Theodyn.

Barick smirked, "Yea, and that's why you've nearly died so many times. You're reckless." Satanos laughed as they headed deeper into the Caverns of Time. Passing Hyjal, Stratholme, the plague, the Dark Portal, and finaly yhey came upon a replica of Quel'thalas, which was rather uncomfortable for the three elves. Barick nodded to them and stepped forward to enter the portal, followed suit by the others. Their feet never touched the ground. The group suddenly disappeared, the replica of Quel'thalas did not change at all.

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There was a gut wrenching pull as Barick was sent through a tornado. He saw Arthas marching forward with his human soldiers, Thrall breaking free of an internment camp, Malfurion Stormrage setting a trap at the World Tree. Yet, none made sense as the orc was sent in massive spirals, literally flying through time.

Barick screamed as he suddenly felt that he was falling. Behind him he heard the other's screams as well (and Satanos's loud profane cursing). There was a massive thud as Barick hit the ground, and for whatever odd reason, his face was freezing. He groaned, muttering, "At least…we're where we're supposed to be." He raised his head, and his jaw dropped. He glanced around, around them were massive mountains, and pure white snow covered the ground…

Satanos sat up, shaking off snow from his hair, "By Doomhammer…Alterac Valley.