And welcome back WoW fans. Yes yes, I know the intro was uber short, but there's a reason it's the intro and not the first chappie . Now this is the first chappie. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, be warned, there is quite a bit of drinking in here, nothing uberly bad, just a lot of alcohol use. That will be not only for this chappie, but for the rest of the story. If you play WoW then you know ppl get drunk a lot there so expect it a lot here.

Also, there is a lil bit of pervetedness, not too much in this chappie, it will get worse later on, how much worse I cannot say, but right now it's barely considered inappropriate.

Think that's pretty much it. ON WITH THE CHAPPIE!

Twenty Years Later

"Ly'syn, where are you going?" cried one of the little ones in Auberdine.

"To the Eastern Kingdoms," I said as I packed my spare axes, shields, and conjured bread.

"Why?"

"To train over there. They must have better trainers seeing as all of our goods ones have gone over there to fight."

"Are you going to fight aswell Ly'syn?" the little one asked with sadness in their voice.

"Yes," I said. "I will see the end of this war. I have to." I pulled my pack onto my back and set off to the docks to wait for the boat.

"You'll come back, won't you Ly'syn?"

This made me stop. Was I going to? "... I don't know..." I answered truthfully. Then I hopped onto the boat to Menthial Harbor.

I threw my pack onto one of the hamocks in the cabin, sitting on one of the tables near by to loosen my boots a little.

"Hey there pretty lady," a drunk palladin said to me. "Damn you're a sexy beast." I stood up, showing off my full height. He merely hiccuped and shrugged. "I like taller women."

"Be gone slime," I told him.He hiccuped again.

"I usually go by Tiras, but slime works too."

Rolling my eyes, I informed him he was drunk.

"Well, so I am." I rolled my eyes again and made my way to the upper deck. I jumped onto the transom and walked to the very tip of it like a cat. "You think I won't follow you?" he asked from behind me.

"It would be best if you didn't." I placed my hands on my hips and tilted my head to the side. "You're drunk."

"What, you think I'm gonna fall?" He seemed surprised I would think such a thing.

"I know you will."

He scoffed. "S'called balance."

"S'called gravity," I mimicked. "You're stumbling as we speak."

"Huh." He stepped up onto the wooden board and walked over to me with ease. He spun around and walked back, then walked up to me again. I was mystified.

"What?" I murmered.

"I think that's a foot in your mouth." And then he winked.

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"Tiras was it?" I asked the man as I set down my cup of tea. He smirked.

"You've got my name, but what's yours?" he asked.

"Ly'syn." The waitress placed a large mug of beer on the table for my new aquaintence. He thanked her and chugged half of it. How he could do such a thing was amazing. "Why do you drink so much?" I asked. He laughed.

"It's fun!" He smirked, then finished off his glass. I just rolled my silver eyes.

We made it to Menthial Harbor. I have never seen so many humans and dwarves, all of them drinking til they vomit. I found it repulsive, but they seemed to encourage it. And this Inn seemed to have an endless supply of the drink. A slam on the table brought me from my thoughts.

"Mm?"

"Have a drink," said Tiras, "You seem tense." I glanced at the large mug, slightly tempted to take a sip, but then I remembered his behavior on the boat.

"You're trying to get me drunk so you can get me in bed," I accused.

"It crossed my mind." Then he did his, I assumed, famous smirk.

"Valient effort for being so drunk, but you have failed." Then I stood and waled swiftly from the Inn. Outside was even more... bizarre. There were women dancing for money, drunken dwarves dueling, male humans telling jokes that only a drunk mind could understand, and a bunch of gryphens surrounding a dwarf in red armor.

Seeing as the gryphens were probably the only other creatures not drunk here, they appealed to me. I walked over to the beasts and laid a light purple hand on one of their heads.

"Ye be needin a ride?" the dwarven woman asked with her heavy accent.

"Where do they go?" I asked in response.

"Ye don't know where?" she asked in a surprised voice. I shook my head slowly. "T' Stormwind 'n Ironforge! My, if ye don't know where then perhaps ye should be visitin there first to get ye passport!"

"I believe I will." I bowed to her and walked back to the Inn to gather my things. But of course, not before running into Tiras.

"There you are!" he greeted me.

"Hello Tiras. It was... interesting to meet you, but now I must be going."

"Where to?" He asked a she followed me upstairs to my rented room.

"I don't know, Ironforge or Stormwind I suppose," I replied as I gathered my things. "Where ever I walk to."

"Alone?"

"Of course." I pulled my pack onto my back and started my way down the stairs.

"You sure you don't want an escort or something?" he called from the room.

"I will be fine," I called back. I bought a few items from the Inn keeper before I headed out to the Wetlands.

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About an hour later, I stopped to eat some lunch. I dropped my pack and took out some bread, nibbling on it just a little bit.

As I sat, my mind wandered to the journey ahead of me. Where was I going? One of the major cities of course, but where after that? I could go back to Darnassus and protect them. Or I could go to the frontline, or raid horde towns to gain control over them. I never really thought about it before, but since everyone asks me where I'm going, maybe I should find out...

I shook my head, deciding I didn't need to find out right now. I covered the rest of the bread in some cloth and placed it back in my pack. Then something caught my eye: a small white stone with a blue swirl in the middle. A hearth stone. I never bought one of those... Right underneath it was a small note on the Menthial Harbor parchment.

"Come back sometime" it read. Tiras. At least he wasn't stalking me. With this new thought in my head, I searched the perimeter of my area. I was quite glad I didn't find him, but I did find something else: an extremely large group of the horde... And they were headed for Menthial Harbor. Those drunken bastards wouldn't be able to stand up against a surprise attack. I had to get to them before that horde raid did. I could run, but I may only be able to get to them just before the attack. That wouldn't be enough time to sober up and prepare.

"Come back sometime." I think I would.

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CmH signing off. Well, that's chapter 2 .