AN: Well, this ends Halloween for Xander, new players, friends, foes, and insane inventors with green skin. I'm just trying to come up with a plausible reason to have a goblin shredder show up! I love the goblins in the Warcraft universe, they are the funniest bunch of maniacs I've found anywhere. Besides, even outside of Day of the Dragon, the goblins were the ones Deathwing convinced to weld Adamantine plates to him, making him literally invulnerable to physical and magical attacks, divine level attacks were pretty much the only thing that could do any sort of damage to him, a friend of mine said that anything on par with Deathwing and the other three would be several thousand levels above the power level of everything in the Buffyverse, so well, there are more surprises still to come.

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Buffy came to amidst the wreckage of a house, small fires still burning all around. She staggered to her feet and started on her way to the library.

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A cloaked figure seemed to materialize on a rooftop and move with an almost catlike grace as she ran, leaping from rooftop to rooftop before vanishing into the night.

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Willow moaned as he tried to remember if she had any aspirin with her before the night started.

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Xander smirked as he stepped from the odd craft that carried him back to the city, odd lights that would have been UFO sightings anywhere else in the world as a high pitched cackle split the night as the insane and nearing kamikaze launched the airship skywards again in a way that defied the laws of physics, well if it wasn't for the dozens of rockets on the things.

He walked through the streets of LA, heading for something he sensed, something Deathwing had known of, what he would need to retrieve.

When the spell passed, he knew the whole story of the black dragon, the one that sacrificed himself to destroy the Scourge of Lorderon and seal the rift that allowed the Burning Legion to escape the Twisted Nether.

His death was a slow one, his own powers burning his body, mind, and soul before it was over and much of his things were placed in a hidden vault for safekeeping by one of the few that he truly trusted, and it was in the city, but that was not the problem, those that had been charged with keeping the balance until the four dragons were once again four, had used the place as a gateway, using his relics to power it.

It was something that the dragon soul within him just wouldn't, or more definitely couldn't allow to continue. It was an insult to the power they represented, not to mention the pride of their superiors, and they were using what was his as little more than a battery.

A truly evil grin spread across his lips as he entered the post office.

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Spike tried to keep from screaming as he tried to work his way to shelter when he heard a sound that he hadn't heard since he and Dru had "visited" a Renaissance Festival a few months back.

Rolling over to look he saw a skeletal horse there with a pale faced man with long white hair mounted on it.

"Who the bloody 'ell are you!" the vampire snarled at the figure.

"My master says that you could be an asset to his operations," the being responded, "And, vampire, I am the one sent to give you the option of ending our unlife here, or to join him."

"Who are you!"

"I am Arthas," the man laughed, "General of the Lich King, and that is all you need to know."

The prince turned death knight fingered the glowing blade he carried for a moment as he stared at the undead being before him.

"I'll do it," the leech responded with a wince.

The mounted creature laughed, one that would chill one to the bone.