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Chapter One: Winter Viel magic.
Pyxis looked up from her mug of brew and sneered at the flirting tauren couple accross the room.
"Oh really Pyxis," sighed Eudynies, a snow-haired paladin that sat next to the brooding thief. "It's the holiday, they're celebrating." The auburn haired blood elf downed the remainder of her ale and signaled the innkeeper. "I cannot wait for this holiday to be over, Eud'. All this thistletoe and present nonsense is a waste of time"
The palladin smiled at her friend, "that's mistletoe Pyxis"
The rouge slid on her mask and stepped out into the night and whistled for her mount. Eudynies heavy plate armour clankd noisily as she joined Pyxis in the arrid outland night. Eudynies shook her head as her longtime friend mounted up. Her mother had taken in Pyxis after her parrents had succumbed fully to their addiction to fel magic, turning into the wretched like so many of their kind. "It's the last eve of winter's viel, where will you go"
Pyxis turned in her seat, "the stairway of destiny. I've heard that the legion has been pushing closer to the dark portal"
Eudynies laid a hand on the tan talbuk and sighed. "Al diel shala, sister"
The great beast trumpeted and lept into a gallop as the darkly clad elf spurred it into the night.
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Pyxis slowed her mount to a stop at the massive stairway. The bodies of orcs, humans, trolls, dwarves, and elves were smashed into the very stairs that lead up to the whistling dark portal; blood trickled down the cobled stones staining the ground with death. She slid off her talbuk and gingerly picked her way up the stone steps. The army of the deamon Illidan had wiped out the horde and alliance forces completely. When Pyxis reached the top stairs she found the bodies of windriders and griffons, flying beasts used to transport warriors and goods, torn into pieces. The talbuk snorted and stamped a hoof at it's small mistress. A dead windrider was never a good sign and the stench of fresh blood and deamon magic made the animal uneasy. Pyxis turned and started down the stairs, hee boots splashing through the streams of red. "Need to get back to Thrallmar, inform the rest of the town," Pyxis swept into the saddle and scratched the furry neck below her, "run my friend. Run as fast as you can"
"What's the hurry little one?" a great booming voice said behind her.
The talbuk spun and reared to face the owner of the voice. A giant, draconic, deamon loomed abouve them with eyes smoldering with dark power. The deamon chuckled and lifted it's foot to crush the elf and her mount. The talbuk screamed in terror and bolted up the final set of stairs. "No no no! turn arround you furry idiot! We have to go back to town not through the portal"
Just as the animals' front hooves passed through the portal, the deamon hurled an arcane missle; Knocking Pyxis out and tossing the animal fully out of their world.
Authors note: I know that some readers may not understand what a talbuk is. The best way I can describe them is a large, stocky, gazelle. R&R please.