Prologue: An Unlikely Group of Friends.
A young worgen, somewhere around the mid-twenties of his life, walks into what seems to be in an abandoned house in the middle of Borean Tundra. The house was a mess, but not the mess you would think it would be to be abandoned, instead of broken furniture and decaying planks, he would simply see a mess of machinery. From a gnomish spanner to a goblin fuse, all across the floor were merely pieces and parts of machinery. The worgen would hear foots steps, of what seems to be a warrior, clanking and clinking was heard by the armor. Quickly, the worgen would slip in to the shadows of the house, he thanks fate for leaving many shadow spots for him. A Night Elf enters the room, his armor is red and cover his entire body, leaving only holes for his nose and mouth, not only that, the shoulder pads were massive and held spikes upon them, and the helmet held large horns. His pole arms were the size of him, red as well, and even have a hint of lava moving about the weapons weighing down on his back. However the Elf seems to move with ease carrying such weaponry and armory. His armor was thick and heavy, but he seems to be moving like if he was merely wearing simple clothing.
The warrior gazes around the room then quickly unsheathes the pole arms and wipe around, noticing multiple footsteps and a chattering, then two men enter, to the elves surprise, one was another elf and another is a. . . Human? If it was, it sure as hell didn't look like one. The human was covered with bandages, with an exception of his right, bulking red arm and the crimson red goggles that covered his eyes. The arm seems to be of a texture of a shell. The human slowly reaches for his back to grab upon a shield covered in spikes but the elf next to him places a hand upon the human's shoulder. "No need for violence, this is a friend," The elf said. The elf was a druid clearly, with his brown leather armor covered with brownish leaves and a staff that seems to be pulsing with natural energy. The druid smiles at the warrior, who relaxes when he finally recognizes the druid, "Long time no see, Dendiiran." The druid says in up most politeness. Dendiiran, the elven warrior nods "Thelairn" The warrior says, his tone is filled with suppressed rage, but with a hint of relief that a friendly face was shown. "I assume you are one of the 'friends' he invited?" Dendiiran says in a mumble. Thelairn nods and smiles "Same as Forek, here." Thelairn says patting the strange man, who only grunts and walks off gazing around the room.
Finally, the worgen steps out of the shadows, "Oh so you are with him too? I thought you guys were just mugging the place." The worgen says with a chuckle, the two elves and the man stares at the worgen as he bows. "Demill Swiftshadows, at your service," Demill exclaims as he bows. Dendiiran, Thelairn and Forek nods at Demill and they all sat down discussing how the mysterious man seem to visit them. Until a random, drunk ass dwarf flies into the house crashing into a pile of scraps. "BREWFEAST!" the dwarf yells with drunken joy as he held two large mugs of ale. The worgen was laughing his ass of; the human was staring at the dwarf, though it is hard to tell what expression he was making, he was most certainly confused. Thelairn raises a brow with a small chuckle. And to everyone's surprise, it was Dendiiran that grimaced "Brew? No thank you, I prefer not to get poisoned today." Everyone blinked at Dendiiran in amazement. The dwarf said drunkly "SHO what? I am naot dun with meh drink!" the dwarf cackled heartily as he jugs down the mugs with ease. Finally, the dwarf belches and says "URUS DARK BREW! Drunken monk!" he cackles and falls face first on the floor, snoring. Demill blinks "How many did he have?" He whispered slightly. Everyone shrugged, not knowing the answer themselves until a deep, dark voice came, "Three hundred kegs, judging by the alcohol in his breathe, not only that, this seems to be when he is trying to drink less." The elves, worgen and human turned to see a Tauren, a Death Knight at that, "This isn't even his drinking capacity." The Tauren explains looking about the place. "Hmm, interesting, so the man is a tinkerer, I wonder what he creates, time will soon tell." The Tauren speaks mainly to himself until he looks at the awe struck people that were conscious, anyway. "I am Wash'te. Or Zentca, in orcish," Zentca explained coldly, but not with a threating tone. Dendiiran glares at the new comer, clearly not liking his presence, but says nothing. Zentca notices but says nothing as well, the Tauren simply walks over to the nearest corner and places his large sword and stabs it in the ground, then sits down and leans against the wall, as Demill examines the Death Knight, he notices that the Death Knight is smaller than most Tauren, but still pretty large. The fur on the death knight was as black as the fur on himself, the clothing he wore was surprising well fit for the death knight, dressing fancy apparently, but something told Demill that the Death knight wasn't prepared for a fight, instinct perhaps.
Suddenly, the room grew cold, freezing perhaps, Demill knew he was on Borean Tundra but the house itself was warm, he looks around, the other noticed as well, well except for the human, strange enough. It was until another human enters the house looking at everyone. He stayed silent for a long while gazing upon each and every one, not saying a word. Then finally speaks, his voice was cold and empty, voided with emotion. "I am Dalrok." He spoke simply, then he walks over to a corner and sits down, looking at a wall the opposite direction, everyone was silent, they didn't say anything mainly because what was there to say to the man? Dalrok is wearing a completely white set of armor, leaning against his knee, is a frozen scythe that pulsates freezing energies. Demill yawns and scratches his head "Exactly how many people did this guy ask for?" The frost mage speaks again, "Nine, excluding himself." Dendiiran rolls his eyes, "Well this is just fucking fantastic." Dendiiran sighs out of frustration. The druid speaks calmly. "Relax, just two more people and perhaps he will show."An hour pass, and another man appears, another human, however his eyes seems to be barely even functioning, deep black scars appear upon the eyes, making his eyes near to worthless. His armory seems to be one of a bounty hunter, no helmet, his shield seems to be made of steel, magic users however would sense the magical qualities of the shield, and finally the other thing that they could see is his moon silver sword, most likely used to deflect magical projectiles. "Two humans, two elves, a worgen, a tauren, a dwarf, and whatever the fuck you are." He points at Forek, who is still looking out the window, standing like a statue. "What a party. I'm Jares." The others nod at him and say their names, other than the drunken dwarf who is still asleep. "So we are waiting for two more people now?" Dendiiran exclaims with a sigh. "Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat."
Suddenly, the light seems to fade, clearly from something supernatural, group tensed up, Dendiiran slowly reaches for his pole arms, while Demill summons his shadowy fist weapons with a growl. Footsteps would be heard at the door and what they saw made the group blinked in confusion. "Gentlemen," a man said with up most politeness, he was wearing a suit that butlers would usually wear, a small but sharp rapier on the side of his left waist and his black eyes glances across the room. "I see everyone is here. You all may refer to me as Leech." He says with a bow. Jares speaks "Okay…What the fuck are you?" he exclaims Zentca nods and explains "You have a human form, but you are clearly not human." Leech chuckles "I am simply a butler, of lady Saen, that is."He says with another bow and walks over "Such a mess, clearly whoever we are meeting isn't fond of cleaning."
He says with a nod. Then the door everyone has entered in closes quickly, they all stood up quickly, Urus even awoken and looks about "Eh? Wot happened?" He says looking around the room seeing new people. Before Urus gotten to say anything a bright green light appears and then vanishes, revealing a human that is covered in a silver cowl, the human is clearly the youngest, magical users would of found that the man is possessing both darkness and light within the cloak, the boy speaks "Ey! Glad you all could make it! Sorry 'bout the mess, I was working on something, anyways! Welcome to my home away from home; make yourselves comfortable we shall begin within two seconds. OKAY LETS BEGIN!" he quickly states as a flash of light appears before the group and a table appears from nowhere, a round table with benches circling them. "We are going to do a bonding exercise before we begin, no if ands or butts, I want you all to share your past, your interests, your fears, everything. I know what you are going to say, in response, I will say mine last so you don't just barge out without me knowing yours, and you all know me well enough that I won't barge out. So let us begin!" He sits down, everyone hesitates, but to everyone surprise. Zentca was the one that sat first. "Very well..." he says calmly, and then everyone else follows Zentca's lead and sits down around the circle. The boy grins "I'm Zaraec by the way. So, who wants to go first?"
Authors note of amazingness: Hey guys! I am a new writer for this website! As you can tell, I will try to upload weekly. And I shall do my best to keep you all entertain. . . if you are reading the story. Please review, rate, etc. You know the drill! Oh and this is gonna be rated M. Not because of smexy time, no this is rated M because of graphic content (Organs, blood, scary shit,) The whole nine yards, i will not be doing the Smexy stuff. Period. So please don't ask. Thank you all and I hope you enjoy!