Disclaimer: what is the point of this if I owned the game I wouldn't write these fanfictions for recognition I would have released Dungeon Keeper 3.
This idea came from the Warcraft books I have currently been reading and Magnus was lucky I couldn't catch him but then he decided to appear in front of me and he gave me an energy boost (if you want to know what I am on about read my reviews)
Interlude: how much damage can a dragon really do?
(Piccard: did you really have to ask that question?)
(Azrael: its me what do you think?)
(Magnus: yes as they say stupid is as stupid does!)
(Yzera: get on with the story.)
(Nozdormu: Yesssssssss we don't have time for waiting)
The dungeons were deserted all the creatures stayed quiet as a wave of power swept over them. "Several people have entered the dungeon." Dominique noted nonchalantly.
"Do you not sense the power coming from them?" Asked Bane.
(Magnus: bloody hell did some of the other elite's just make an appearance?)
(Pyra: of course they did now stop going over board with the English accent.)
(Azrael: Magnus I haven't read your bio yet so I do not know if you are English or not ok but I think you are so just think you are going overboard with your English heritage and going ultra posh tone of voice.)
(Alexstrasa: am I not mistaken into believing this was a fanfiction and not a message board?)
(Piccard: Touché)
Piccard stepped into the room as he cast sight of evil above the location of the immense power. "What the hell I can't see them." Piccard shouted as he grabbed his skull in pain.
"Hmm I wonder where Azrael is?" Almeric mused completely ignoring Piccard's dilemma.
"Idiot!" Bane muttered as Piccard stood up.
"What am I the only one who has heard of Aspirin?" Almeric asked. The others just looked at him before bursting out laughing. "What did I say?" Almeric asked before walking out.
"Crap better prepare the welcoming comity they are heading straight to us." Piccard said before vanishing as a hand rushed around grabbing creatures from all over the place unceremoniously. They all stood in the pillared room that was the entrance to the dungeon as the power source drew closer. "On my mark, 3, 2, 1... NOW!" Piccard shouted as the ranged combat people charged up their attacks.
"STOP!" A voice shouted as Piccard fired a lightning bolt hitting the person in the shoulder. The person dropped to one knee clutching his shoulder.
"1, OWW. 2, when someone says STOP, THEY MEAN STOP NOT BLOW HIS ARM TO TIMBUKTU. 3, OWWWWWW!" The person shouted as Piccard looked then winced as he had just blasted his ally in the shoulder, it was Azrael.
"What are you doing do you not feel the source that is right... BEHIND YOU!" Piccard shouted.
"No shit Sherlock, they are here by MY invite. If you ever bothered reading the stuff I leave pinned to the dungeon heart." Azrael sarcastically replied.
"So that's why I have been getting heart pains." Piccard said sheepishly.
"Give the man a medal." A voice shouted from behind Piccard.
"Yzera how long has it been?" Azrael asked.
"Too long!" Another voice hissed causing Azrael to jump.
"Nozdormu silent you must be for you babble and babble about your collection." Another one cackled.
"Yzera and Nozdormu why do they sound familiar?" Asked Almeric as he walked through the room.
(Pyra: he seems to be doing a lot of walking this chapter.)
"So sad that someone like you Malygos could become so mad because of one dragon." Another female said.
"MALYGOS." Almeric stated as he tripped over his robes. There was a silence for a second as everyone took in what was happening.
"Alexstrasa can you believe the idiocy of these people?" Yzera said.
The four voices stepped into the light and everyone looked at them in shock, one was a semi transparent woman a green glittering surrounding her, her eyes were shut as her green cloak billowed behind her.
The next one looked like he had just walked in from an freezer with skinny arms and legs with clawed hands and feet that grated into the floor leaving marks where he had walked.
Another one looked like an ordinary old man except his beard was silvery/white and was so long that it touched the ground, wearing a bronze robe that seemed as if it had been made for centuries and then looking brand new.
The last woman just looked like a normal woman in a red cloak with long red hair nothing special about her except for her sparkling brown eyes that showed betrayal, sadness and anguish yet also the extreme joy of life. Azrael opened his mouth to say something when Almeric grabbed hold of Azrael's shirt and dragged him out of the area. Azrael stuck his head back in through the doorway and shouted. "Back in a second."
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" Almeric shouted.
"What did I do?" Azrael asked with a raised eyebrow questioningly.
"Well the 4 are the aspects of Azeroth AND ARE SUPPOSED TO BE MAKING SURE THE WORLD IS BALANCED FOR ALL YOU KNOW THEY COULD HAVE ACCIDENTALY OPENED A SPLIT IN THE DIMENSIONAL BARRIER AND PEOPLE FROM THEIR WORLD COULD BE COMING HERE!" Almeric yelled as Azrael covered his ears.
"No need to shout. Well their here and if we have any sown up corpses running around you can shout at me then, until then, don't worry be happy." Azrael said and walked out the door to bump into Piccard. "I really hate eavesdroppers." Azrael whispered viciously and Piccard vanished in a puff of smoke. The 4 aspects just looked and laughed at what was happening and Azrael shrugged as Piccard appeared in a full suit of armour. "Hmm tinned meat." Nozdormu hissed as he looked at Piccard.
"No eating the allied keeper." Azrael said trying but miserably failing to hold his laughter.
"Just to let you know." A voice behind Azrael causing him to jump stated. "You steal my energy when I have stored up enough I kick your ass from here to the Avatar." Magnus smirked his ethereal form floating an inch off the floor.
"Ok I'll take that in to consideration but until then BYE." Azrael laughed as he stole the energy.
"YOU BASTARD!" Magnus shouted and vanished in a puff of smoke.
Meanwhile
The portal stood on the outside of their combined dungeon glowed not the usual red light with smoke or other effects when a creature entered the dungeon but the fabric of reality seem to split open as a skeletal foot stepped through.
Back at the dungeon casino
We find the group sitting and drinking Portuguese firewater
(Azrael: That stuff is god damn potent the bottle we bought home was 49 alcohol)
(Yzera: and you can get 97 alcohol if you get it straight from the people who make it but we don't believe it as 1 sip of that would make you need to have your stomach pumped and a hell of a lot of other stuff.)
Azrael collapsed first walking towards where Yzera was sitting someone had swapped his drink with a 97 pure bottle and after drinking it he stood up again and passed out falling through Yzera who just ignored him and walked and grabbed another drink. "Yzera you are as people say the dreamer so what do you see in Azrael's dreams?" Piccard asked his eyes were slightly glazed and he had a massive grin on his face.
"Sorry cant tell you that cause it is part of the job." Yzera said slowly obviously she had grabbed one of the 97 pure ones and was struggling to remain conscious.
Bzzzt the elite firefly shot through the room skidding to a halt in front of Piccard and started buzzing madly. "Buzz, BUZZ OFF!" Piccard shouted, as he could not understand what was being said. Nozdormu looked intently at him for a moment.
"Sssssssssssssshit our sssssummoning hasssssssss sssssssplit the dimenssssssional barriersssssssss." Nozdormu hissed. Almeric looked down at the unconscious form of Azrael and kicked him bringing him back to consciousness.
"I hate to say I told you so...." Almeric started.
"What are you talking about." Azrael asked holding his head.
"Erm you remember how I said about the dimensional split? Well it has happened. And now we are about to be attacked by every goddamn creature in goddamn Azeroth!" Almeric stated.
"Ugh never let me get you pissed off ever again!" Azrael cursed as he tried to stand up but slipped over. "Must... Get... Too... My... Feet!" Azrael shouted as he stood up then wobbled slightly and took slow careful steps to the door. "Damn being drunk when the bastards from hell appear." He stepped out into the corridor as an imp sprinted past and a skeleton ran into him shattering and Azrael reached out his hand and caught the head.
"Alas poor skellie I knew fuck all about you!" Azrael sighed and threw the head down the corridor.
(Azrael: did you think I was going to steal a quote from Elite creatures unleashed?)
(Everyone: yep.)
(Azrael: a great writer is never appreciated in their time, except for JK Rowling though. Damn her and her immediate success!)
Another skellie charged into the room and everyone paused as he held his hands up. "Don't shoot its me Bane!" Bane shouted.
"Bane how many times have we told you not to invite your undead cousins?" Almeric asked.
"But as he is dead he ain't got no brain so don't know fuck all!" Dominique said as she fired a lightning bolt down the corridor.
(Azrael: where the hell is Almeric he hasn't walked by in a while!)
As if summoned Almeric appeared in front of Malygos causing the aspect to jump and launch Almeric across the room. Azrael just watched as Almeric flew into a rogue that was holding dice that were knocked out of his hand and landing on a 7 winning him the money and a jackpot. Azrael just stared opened mouth as another creature won the jackpot with black jack as Almeric crashed into the wall bangs and crashes were heard against the doors as the undead legions pounded against the doors. "SURRENDER NOW KEEPER AND WE MIGHT SPARE YOU!" a human voice shouted and the dragon aspects cringed.
"I take it that is not good news." Piccard said.
"The person you hear is a death knight called Arthas." Nozdormu said seeming to loose all hissing.
"Isn't he the retard that betrayed his order and slaughtered everyone in the land!" Piccard stated. He then repeated the words he had just said and blinks before looking at the rest. 4 drunk aspects, 2 drunk keepers and a hell of a lot of unconscious creatures.
TBC
Azrael: Hmm what are the humans up too?
Pyra: what am I up too?
Piccard: spending some personal time with Magnus
Magnus: (Mr burns style) Excellent!
Azrael: signing out right now before this goes overboard!