Book One: Arc One: The Gathering Storm

by TheGenericWriter

When the world is faced by the Burning Legion, the Elder Dragons, the Templars and Mehnures Dagon, What heroes will answer the call to defend their worlds ? Crossover with nearly everything in theoretical existence. I do not own all of the fandoms in this fanfiction, all of it goes to their original owners but my five original characters. UPLOADING NEXT WEEK

2. Interlude One

Interlude One:

Prologue To Chapter Two

July 2nd 2014

New York City, United States of America

5:55 A.M

New York City, the base of operations for all heroes and villains, regardless of what world they were in, it was the city where nearly all the universe's heroes would meet once again about the situation. If those who have once fallen to the hands of heroes, wouldn't they be able to rise again? As in this world, no one can truly die, even if they fall again and again, it is just an incomplete cycle that keeps on going and going. Early in the morning at Stark Tower and at the X-Mansion, two simultaneous meetings were being held as both places cannot fit an enormous amount of heroes and reformed villains. "Wolf" London's manor near North Tarrytown was to house nearly all the heroes in conjunction with Stark and Xavier, even though there were rumors of wild worgen roaming around North Tarrytown. It was only around six o'clock around in the morning, heroes from Azeroth, Tamriel, Tyria, Knowhere, Middle Earth, The Jedi, countless heroes who have pledged to help in any case at any time have all converged in New York, ready for whatever would come.

Stark Tower

7:00 A.M

"Jarvis, turn on the lights for me, thank you."

"As always, sir."

The A.I known as JARVIS responded to his creator, Tony Stark. Tony, fresh out of bed remembering about the imminent meeting that was to be held later on the day, as he believed that nothing would go horribly wrong, as his own personal building was built and developed by himself, learning from the near-total destruction of New York City by a mysterious alien from another planet, two years back. The penthouse room, still in a mess from throwing a party with his fellow superheroes that were completely oblivious to the greater threat that had suddenly manifested. The atmosphere was completely melancholy, after everything was trashed. Tony Stark would need help from his teammates, or Cole Phelps as they had recovered him from the smoldering ruins of Los Angeles, combined with a Burning Legion and Daedric forward operating camp operating from there. A massive modern chandelier designed by one of the city's most prominent artists, loomed above the modern inspired living room, designed by the best designers in Westeros, unfortunately the white and black would have to give way to banners of all who would should turn up as this meeting. "As if, nothing would go horribly wrong, nothing at all."

Tony Stark thought up in his mind.

James "Wolf" London's Manor

North Tarrytown, "Sleepy Hollow"

7:23 A.M

He was a worgen, he no longer needed to go by the name of James London, he was a wolf, he was a wild, savage animal, but yet he wasn't. He had learned how to control the beast inside of him, with the help of the Night Elves three months ago. In this dreary town, about forty miles south of the X-Mansion and the Alliance and Horde embassies, was the great manor of Wolf London who had inherited it from his deceased father and mother, his mother being the parent of his Half-Siblings, James Bond, Wolf O'Donnell and Fox McCloud all being distant relatives each other, revealed to them by the Sisterhood of Karn, along with some secrets that the Watcher Uatu had kept, those that must never be mentioned. He was alone in his bedroom in his Worgen form about seven feet, still awake from last night from hearing the horrid news of the attack of Los Angeles while he was at the X-Mansion. He had known nothing of the scale of an attack like that, perhaps something far much worse than the Moscow Incident. A disaster far beyond imagination as a certain "Phantom" quoted.

"Master, you're still in here? In your bedroom? Awake, after twelve hours?"

One of Wolf's servants asked him, clearly noticing him still in his Worgen form.

His servants all knew that he was a Worgen, clearly different from the creatures known as Werewolves as they had different origins.

"It, it is nothing, please go, I must think."

Wolf responded to one of his servants.

"Then, goodbye master."

The servant responded as he closed the door to his bedroom.

His manor, once ruined and macabre, now restored to its formal glory, A mix between Goth, Jacobethan and Victorian Style, similar to the Palaces of Westminster and the St. Pancras Station in England. It fell into ruin, twenty years ago but it was now restored, and housing a couple of guests in preparation of the meetings. It was eighty thousand feet, clearly, vast and titanic in size, length, with and height. It even rivaled Karazhan in such splendid architecture. Knocking on Wolf's door, was the enigmatic Doctor, with the TARDIS materialized inside the hallway, walking out of his room, Wolf, still in his Worgen from, was prepared to answer the door, ready for what his friends, comrades and partners would think of him.

The X-Mansion

9:00 A.M

Logan's "Wolverine"

Point of View

"Damm, after all this time, the Burning Legion returns, but why?"

I asked.

I had just only woke up at eight when Kitty Pryde woke me up. The main foyer was completely bare, save for the table and about sixty chairs around the table. I went back upstairs, leaving the setting up to the Professor and Cyclops, who had recently returned from the Ruins of Los Angeles. As I walked up back up the stairs, passing Highlord Tirion Fordring and Cloud Strife, having a conversation about the Light, was Nick Fury, standing in my room, closing the door when I entered, he had some "questions" for me somehow.

Naked Snake, arrived at the front entrance to the mansion, wearing his green beret, and his dress uniform, greeted by Kaz who had arrived the day before. Walking up the stairs to the mansion, he spotted Vilkas and Farkas, the former being elected the new Harbinger of the Companions, Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun and High King Emeric of the Daggerfall Covenant, who had split from the empire after the Aldmeri Dominion tried to take over Cryodill, and James "Wolf" London, wearing a dark navy blue trench coat, with a black fedora, chatting with the Doctor and the members of Destiny's Edge.

There was a bell, near the manor grounds when it was rang just a few moments later, the bell was rang by a rather well dressed man, signaling for the consecutive meetings that were to be held. This was the start of an endless war that would stretch across the stars, countless battles would happen, heroes would fall, villains would rise, this is war, as one man once said, war, war never changes.

Chapter Two

The Meeting

To Be Released: Next Week