Responces:

The True Skull: Unifying the Cosmology with WoW is pretty much impossible, thanks to Blizzard, without unfairly skewering the whole thing. Azeroth's Cosmology is a all or nothing Cosmology, and with it Sargeas the guy who litterally every demon without exception serves was defeated roughly a year ago in the WoW timeline. And that's still ignoring the cookie cutter mold that all worlds except Azeroth follow. I'd be doing one or both settings a huge disfavor.

Madara95: I actually spent a whole night going back and forth on that, and decided that Google Translate is readily available, with my phone actually giving me the option to translate any highlighted text. And so for those who might not know this or just choose not to do it. wWy ruin the immersive feel or sense of suprise that might come for some who don't want to check, or think to check by slapping a whole lot of text that spoils the fun somewhere on the page.

Ironwall: ;D "you need an adult, I am an adult." But the Blue Dragonflight might be a bit limited on who they can send, if I'm recalling their numbers and character roster post catacysm correctly. But I'm certain to get them involved, but really the research is still so early on that these portals are still likely going to be overlooked when put next to a cool rock that allows people to travel to an alt-timeline of the Orc homeworld.

Guest: My mind is trained such all i hear is Owen Wilson's wow each time you do that.

additional A.N.:

to settle any confusion with the other non-english languages used in the last chapter, they were in order of appearance:

Bulgarian: това е български

German: das ist Deutsch

and French: Je veux décapiter des gens sans raison

Revelation Revolution

"What do you mean, 'We shall not respond'? My Warchief we were attacked, the Alliance unleashed their spies and puppets to attack us. To deliberately killed our researchers and set back our research. And you want us to do nothing?" Sourfang demanded, outraged at the turn of events. Sylvanas had been practically trying to force a war between the Alliance and the Horde, now she wasn't even concerning herself with the biggest, most provocative attack by the Alliance to date.

"No Sourfang. In fact I would say the Alliance has done us a favor. It's not about who develops the technology, or makes the discovery first. It's about who can avoid the most mistakes and get the most benefit from it. Let them arrogantly stomp around making enemies left and right, or walking blindly into a volcano or whatever else. We just need to observe, and turn those things to our benefit." The Banshee Queen and seventh Warchief of the Horde, Sylvanas Windrunner smoothly explained.

In the meeting hall of Ogrimmar the various leaders of the Horde had gathered and now stood around the throne and Sylvanas sat on it hearing each of them out.

"That might be a good basic economic tactic. If we were the ones sabotaging our opponents, but we were sabotaged instead! You're not even trying to get majority or even monopoly hold over these portals! That's just bad business." The Goblin Trade Prince Jastor Gallywix accused his fat stomach wobbling all the while.

Sylvanas scowled but before she could retort another voice joined in. "And what does any of that matter? The important of all this isn't monopoly of portals, or claiming some unknown prizes. My people started the investigation into the Portals for the sake of the benefit of our peoples. All this time wasted on military benefit when we should more be considering what is to be found on the other side of each of these portal and gathering information." Lor'Themar the Regent Lord of the Blood Elves stated calmly, and earning a smile for the Forsaken's Queen.

"That's why I've sent a invitation to the Alliance's Boy-King. He and I are going to meet at the Scarlet Monestary within the week. Unless the boy has grown more aggressive and significantly less weak. I'm certain I can leverage his failure and weakness to earning us a place, or at least observers, at each of his portals. Until tose observers are in place I want us to focus on researching the portals themselves." Sylvanas smiled slightly to herself at the simplistic yet devastating advantage that this opportunity could soon be giving her.

The Banshee Queen's words seemed to assuage her council, and soon the Horde leaders turned their focus to other affairs of state. Elsewhere in the darkest depths aquatic eyes scryed for the truth and a means to overcome Sylvanas plot and turn it to their own benefits.

"Give it up Gin, that rock isn't going to pull into the portal like the last ones. Maybe the construction teams can move something that might make it fall into the portal, but there's not anything we can do right now." Zannae complained to their Mag'har Orc companion. He sat atop a small wall the group had made of debris they had pulled through the portal, eyes focused on the horizon in case of potential dangers.

"No I'm sure I will get it this time." Gin grunted, standing almost entirely on the Azeroth side of the portal in a small pocket underneath the debris.

"We have been at this for days. You're going to kill yourself at this rate. Better that we make sure everything is secure on our side once the Engineers get down to us. I'd hate for those local Goblins to attack them the moment they uncover the portal again." Zannae countered before sighing and watching more of the plaind around them. The never ending howling of wolves still ever present. Though at one point he could have sworn he heard the sound of massed cannon fire echoing in the distance.

"Speaking of those Goblins, did either of you notice the way they were speaking?" Suddenly Launchalot spoke up from where he was laying on the ground, doing his best impression of a corpse.

"What like a bunch of rude opprotunist tribesmen?" Gin asked. "Sounds like your typical Goblin to me."

Zannae just sighed. "No their Orcish, nothing about it seemed right. Honestly caught me off guard that we could even understand them, even with that thick accent. Im certain they were using a few words i never heard, and a few combinations of words that should have been nonsensical." The Blood Elf provided.

Gin practically fell out from the portal. "Well maybe that's just how Orcish is on this planet?" The Orc offered while giving a frustrated glare at the ruins on the other side of the portal.

Launchalot finally sat up from where he lay. "I think you're missing the point there, even if they were speaking our Orcish, we shouldn't have been able to understand them at moments."

"That's exactly it. Either they themselves had a magic that made us comprehend what they were saying, or something about the portal helped us comprehend them." The Elf provided.

"So what, you want me to go walk a few miles away and see if they would like to chat again? In case you don't remember, they were trying to kill us." Gin countered, now looking carefully over the rubble on the other side of the portal and aiming his gun, hoping to find a spot that he might be able to damage and maybe cause a collpase.

"They were trying to capture us, and by the way they were acting and talking. It seems like there should be plenty more people on this world. I think the Horde could do with maybe a positive connection with the people of this world and I'd hate for misunderstanding to cause any deaths or wars." Zannae provided, the Elf still watching over the horizon.

Then there, to the far south where the peaks of seperate mountains could just be seen, a piller of dust could just be seen. Hours ago Zannae had dismissed it, but this one had been constant and moving towards the general area of the three Horde soldiers. At the rate that cloud was moving the trio could possibly be found or find whoever or whatever was making that cloud by later that night or the next morning.

"I think we will just have to wait and we might have another encounter soon." Zannae informed his two companions pointing to the dust.

Then a muffled voice came through the rubble. "Listen if anyone is alive down there, we are coming, give us another day and we'll have you all free from down there." The voice informed the group followes by codes taps that gave the same message.

"Well great. So what first the portal opens up, or we get eaten by whatever monsters are coming." Gin complained.

"Shut it, we need to prepare, either we fight ans kill whatever coming. Or we learn to communicate with whoever is coming if they aren't hostile." Launchalot ordered, now pulling out his mace and setting it by his side.

The object dropped onto the table was a large, a strange magical contraption, it was covered in runes that even Sister Avenah could not quite decipher.

"Tolgar, what is this thing?" The Sister asked, offering a prayer to the Light and Naaru that whatever it was, it was safe and would work.

On one side of the table Tolgar a human Mage inspected the magical item. "It's a little trick of magecraft. Its actually been an extremely long time since any of these were used. But these stones actually help form connections between languages. And the mages can use the magic tied with these to comprehend the languages of their allies. Stones like this one helped form Common so long ago, and bridged the gap between the languages of the Alliance races. And I just happen to actually own this one." The mage seemed excessively proud of himself.

"And how is that supposed to work?" The followwr of the Light asked.

"The idea behind it is actually on the simpler side. I place a book with as many words of our language here as possible," the mage began as he placed a heavy tome next to the magical stone. "and on top of it i place paper and ink. Next we have one of our new friends speak and write the words they are speaking. Typically we'd want them to first provide their name and then try to expand simply from there, like what do you call this coin, and so on and so forth. After a while thanks to the magic and my attunement with this stone here i should end up with a new copy of my tome here in their language that we can use to help train others in reading and maybe even speaking this new language and with the magic I should be able to comprehend their speech and to a limited extent speak their language back to them. It isn't an absolute and it doesn't immediately make things easy for all of us to understand eachother. But it covers a lot of the distance for us." The explanation had a lot of vague steps, some of which seemed excessive as she wasn't aware of the Draenei needing such a stone when they and the Alliance met, but then both groups had known Orcish at the time.

A slight cough from the other side of the table grabbed the pairs attention. "Wenn du mich entschuldigen würdest, wie lange bestechst du mich, hier zu sitzen?" The man at the other side of the table, dressed in a flamboyant and colorful uniform that had long worn stains of mud and blood, asked the pair while tapping a gold coin on the table impatiently.

In response Sister Avenah smiled reassuringly at the man. Across from him Tolgar pushed a sheet of paper, a quil and ink pot over to the man.

"Sister i need you to ask the man the questions however you can just get him to start speak and writing what he says."

"How am i supposed to do that?"

"I don't know improvise, use hand jestures, what everything you say and see if he gets the idea."

Sister Avenah just frowned at Tolgar but proceeded. She sat next to the man with her own sheet of paper and proceeded to write everything she said to the man. "Hello, my name is Avenah." she began while jesturing to herself, writing her own name. "you and I..." A jesture to the man then herself. "...are both sitting at a table together." She then finished the sentance by first pointing at the table then clasping her hands together.

The man first stared incredulously at Sister Avenah, then sighed picking up the quil and started writing as he spoke. "Ich bin Eike Brunner, ich sitze an einem Tisch neben einem Verrückten, der wie ein Dämon aussieht, und ich möchte dafür fünftausend weitere Goldmünzen bekommen."

As the man spoke and wrote, atop the tome with the paper stack on top of it another quil rose and rapidly flipping through multiple pages wrote various words and occasal sentences in the book, continuing for several moments after the man at the table had spoken. Across from them Tolgar closed his eyes in concentration and with his eyes still closed gestured for Avenah to continue.

"Ok, umm, so where are you from?" Avenah asked using her arms to try and make questioning jestures and trying to indicate the need for a location.

Next to her the man sighed and returned to the paper. "Sie sind in Fell Mordheim, Stadt der Verdammten. Wenn Sie wirklich fragen, wo Sie sind, sind Sie entweder verflucht, schrecklich fehl am Platz oder einfach nur dumm. Ehh, da Sie vielleicht nicht wissen, dass Mordheim im Reich der Menschen ist, in Ostermark um genau zu sein." This time the book spent longer writing, and Tolgar smiled.

"One more answer like that and I think I'll be able to take over"

Avenah sighed. "Ok, we have been here a long time..." a gesture pointing to the group, then the ground, and then a rough jesture to try and symbolize time. "...would you, like anything to eat?" A point to the man, then the imitated eating.

The man in turn shook his head and then responded. "Möge Verena, Morr und Myrmidea Erbarmen mit dir haben. Du bist ungefähr so verwirrend wie ein shallyanischer Priester an der Front einer Schlacht. Wenn Sie hungrig sind, essen Sie einfach, versuchen Sie nicht, mich zum Abendessen zu bitten oder was auch immer Sie tun, es sei denn, es gibt eine Art Belohnung dafür."

"Thankyou Avenah, I got it now." Tolgar then intergected as the quil and tome continued to write.

"Ok let me see." The mage said, before clearing hsi throat. "Hallo, Meine Selbst sind Tolgar, Ich bin die Allianz. Sagst du noch mal den Namen? Die Stadt ist Mordheim ja?"

The man nodded looking confused. "Ja. warum hast du...?" The man answered and was cut off by Tolgar.

"Ich benutze Magie, um schnell zu lernen, immer noch nicht viel Gutes."

"Klar." The man deadpanned back.

"Umm what are you saying?" Avenah asked watching the exchange with a confused expression.

"Well give us a few hours and at very least I will have a decent grasp of their language, and then we can start training everyone else here. well at least enough to read it, some parts of this language seem rather difficult, but other portions are astonishing easy. Oh and congradulate the people who brought us this good man. Apparently his name is Eike Brunner, and this city is named Mordheim. Oh but i never got the language's name, let me ask him." Tolgar turnes back to the man. "Was ist Sprache, die wir sprechen?"

"Reikspiel." The man simply replied.

"The language is called Reikspiel. Now I think, I'm going to ask about the city." Tolgar informed before switching into Reikspiel. "warum Stadt wie diese?"

The man seemed to scoff. "Erstens ist es schwer, euch alle ernst zu nehmen. Sie sind in Mordheim gelandet, ohne zu ahnen, in welche Gefahr Sie geraten sind?" The man asked with a dark but amused gleem in his eye. "Zweitens verlange ich Bezahlung für alles, was darüber hinausgeht, was ich dir gebe. Mordheim ist eine Stadt, die von den Göttern verdammt wurde. Sigmars Gerechtigkeit schlug sie für ihre Torheit nieder und jetzt Warpstone Würfe die Straßen als Schrecken, Monster, und schlimmer noch wandern unwidersprochen. Ganz zu schweigen von den anderen Söldnern und Schatzsuchern, die Ihre Gruppe ohne einen zweiten Gedanken schlachten werden." The man's tone was dark, threatening and forceful.

Avenah stopped and looked to Tolgar. The Mage looked over to her with a mixed expression. "Our friend was just informing me as to the type of place this is. Most of it we already guessed, but apparently this location is more or less particularly bad. Also maybe get someone who knows how to write contracts over here, this man apparently is a mercenary and we've probably been keeping him from a payday."

"And then, then, get this, he shouts 'Pandaria belongs to the Fluffy' and I am not lying, he's shouting this while peeing on a tree. Needless to say a nearby Pandaren kicked him so hard I had to spend a half hour healing him afted we pulled his head out of the tree. By the Naaru I miss that stupid dog." Aursuun laughed along with the bar as he recounted his Pandaria adventures. Meanwhile three of the local humans sat back, two of them giving polite laughs and trying to get in on the fun while the odd gunman seemed to stay on edge in the corner of the room.

"And here we thought most you Draenei were all uptight and over serious. But who knew you all could get involved with such hilarious pranks. Seriously how did you convince him that Pandarens determined ownership by scent?" One of the Dwarves in the room laughed.

An new round of laughter burst from the drinking and reveling crowd, even the two human strangers were starting to enjoy the atmosphere and certainly the decent drink. However the third seemed determined to counteract the current mood.

"Bist du dumm? Sie senken hier Ihre Wache, betrinken sich von Ihren Ärschen und stinken wie Morr selbst, so blind, dass Shallya kein Problem damit hätte, Sie aus all Ihren Münzen herauszulocken, und machen einen Krawall, den nur Ulric schätzen würde...WÄHREND EIN RACHSÜCHTIGER VAMPIR WAHRSCHEINLICH UNS ALLE TÖTEN WIRD!" The man shouted at the other two who just leaned back and seemed to be remorseful.

The dwarf gave a bitter look towards the man. "Whatz his problem?"

Aursuun sighed. "That guy has been tense ever sense we had that encounter at the river. Don't know why they're all dead."

"Whose all dead? Oh boy sounds like someone forgot to tell us something interesting." The Dwarf cheered.

"No you do NOT tell them" Brian shouted from across the hall, earning some interested glances.

"Ohhhh, is the lad over there embarrassed? Now we really must hear!" The Dwarf cheered again, while Aursuun looked to where Brian sat alone.

"Where's Kyn'ra? I thought you two would be drinking together. urp, like a pair of love birds." Aursuun forced out through the drunken haze setting in.

"S-she got calleds away! She's giving an Im-imn-ims-Important Report and helping confirm some stuff. But I won-WONT let you say shit! Aursuun!" Brian clearly was significantly more drunk than anyone in the beer hall having been drinking alone the entire time.

Aursuun laughed a bit. "Come on now, anyone whose gone on enough adventures has had just as terrible close calls as that one. Like did you know, no spell needed, I almost got seduced by a Naga? She even had me contemplating stealing some my party's jewels to give to her as a gift. I-I didn't run off with her, but it got close."

The dwarf with Aursuun laughed along side the Night Elf, two Gnomes, and three other Alliance humans in the room a bit before his expression changed."Wait a minute i think I heard the other side of that one before, except the idiot handed off the Jewels to the Naga and then she poisoned him and ran off. My friend Umeg says they beat the idiot responsible black and blue for that."

"They did." Aursuun replied flatly with a small smirk, earning another round of laughter from all but two occupants in the room. Even Brian's face was light up with a good natured smile.

"But so, here we are, and well I was dumb enough to argue and split the party over climbing down a stupid scaffold, but thank goodness I did..."

"Der derzeitige Kaiser ist jedoch Karl Franz und bisher denken ich und alle, die ich getroffen habe, dass er einer der besten war, mit denen wir jemals gesegnet wurden." Eike Brunner concluded ending another brief explanation as he went over the small chest of gold that the self-identified Grand Alliance had given him as part of a contract to assist their insane scheme to try and occupy Mordheim.

"Current Emperor is named Karl Franz and has popular support of population." Tolgar spoke aloud while writing his notes, behind him several others were also scribing away everything they heard, while other observers stood nearby.

"Ask him what he was doing down at the river yesterday." One of the Night Elves asked, she supposedly was part of the first contant if Tolgar had been told correctly.

"Oh right, that should be important enough to ask. Maybe also start asking why people would want to come to a 'City of the Damned'." Tolgar mused before switching to Reikspiel. "Meine Gefährten würden gerne wissen, warum Sie gestern unten am Fluss waren. Welche Art von Arbeit würde die Menschen in diese Stadt führen?"

The Mercenary looked up to Tolgar, smirked, and began to give his answer. "Nichts Gutes bringt jemanden hierher. Meine Männer und ich arbeiteten für den Herzog von Ostrall. Er hatte uns angeheuert, um endlich seine unglückliche erstgeborene Tochter niederzulegen. Sie war der Vampir, der deine Männer angegriffen hat und gestern entkommen ist."

"Hired by a Duke to, kill his daughter? Maybe the translation isn't working I need to ask him what a Vampire is." Tolgar noted raising the rooms interest. "Oh and before that, I thought the report said that Aursuun killed the female leading our attackers?"

Immediately Kyn'ra's attention snapped to Tolgar. "He did, she was on fire right as Aursuun hit her with his Hammer of the Light." The Night Elf contested, worry seeping into her voice.

The Mage returned his focus to Eike. "Ich fürchte, wir haben Missverständnisse. Uns wurde gesagt, Frau ist tot. Auch was ist Vampir?"

Across from them Eike laughed bitterly, before his eyes seemed to gaze into a non-existent horizon. "Sie ist unter den Untoten. Als Vampir ist sie ein Herr der Untoten, mächtig jenseits der meisten Monster. Und als Opfer eines Von Carstein wird sie als Adelige von Sylvania angesehen."

"Hmmm, I will have to ask about this Sylvania place. But I wonder if then if these Vampires are this world's equivalent of the Scourge's Death Knights." The mage mused before turning and glancing at those around him. "Though now I'll have to inquire as to how they had intended to kill their target." And then he returnes to Reikspiel again. "Wenn ich frage? Wie wolltest du sie töten, wenn sie so mächtig ist?"

Eike smiled cruelly. "Meine Männer und ich waren die Ablenkung. Der Jäger bei uns hatte Waffen mit gesegneten Silberkugeln. Er würde sie von jenseits des Flusses erschießen, Die Kugeln würden dazu dienen, sie zu vergiften, so dass wir eine bessere Chance haben, sie zu bekämpfen. Und je länger der Kampf, desto mehr Silber konnte er in sie stecken."

Tolgar sat in shock for a moment. "For the records sake it seems their plan was to suicidally delay her allowing their hunter to put specialty ammunition into the Vampire which would serve to weaken it. I personally feel their plan was too risky based off the description. I will now ask what he thinks the Vampire will do now that she has been wounded." Tolgar returned to Reikspiel. "Und was wird sie jetzt tun. Sie schwer verletzt, ja?"

Eike laughed heartily before answering, a near crazed look in his eye. "Sie hat sich erholt und ist uns mit ziemlicher Sicherheit gefolgt. Die eigentliche Frage ist, ob sie impulsiv genug ist, um euch alle alleine zu töten, ob sie eine Armee versammelt hat oder ob sie eine Nachricht an Sylvania geschickt hat."

"Sh-she's recovered already?" As the mage turned around to look at the gathered crowd the door to the chamber swong closed as the Night Elf Kyn'ra and a guard both ran out.

"And well, how do you properly thank people for helping you when they can understand a word you're saying and have a bunch of weapons pointed at you? So we eventually stumbled on through and brought our new friends here with us!" With that conclusion the entire room burst into cheers, ten different voices all celebrating, though at least two didn't comprehend the story told at all, and only two voices remained silent both rather sitting back and observing, brooding. Aursuun noticed that the gunman from the human group was now increasingly tense, and had even put one of his pistols onto the table.

Suddenly the door to the outside burst open, and in came Kyn'ra and a fully armored guard. "Brian, Aursuun! She's not dead, the woman she's a vampire like the Death Knights and the San'layn my brother fought in Ice Crown."

Quickly Aursuun and Brian both rose their feet, the Draenei grabbing his Hammer and reaching for his armor, while Brian started asking questions.

"What do you mean San'layn? What's a Vampire? I..." From the bottom of his nose up Brian's head slid forward and then with a spray of blood the top half of his head fell to the ground. The room errupted into exclamations of shock and rang with a sudden gunshot which was all silenced with a long, vicious hiss.

"Ще събера скалповете ви като трофеи, преди любимият ми да пристигне, за да изтрие безполезните ви хора от лицето на земята. Трябва да се чувстваш поласкан, че те убивам.Това е цената да унищожа вечната си красота." A voice hissed from behind Brian's still standing, still bleeding corpse.

"Monsterous Wench!" The dwarf at Aursuun's side shouted as one of the humans tried to prepare a spell.

Across the room another voice cut in harshly. "Sie haben keine solche Sache Vampir. Nur eine Ewigkeit der Dunkelheit und Morrs Urteil warten auf Sie." The gunman then pulled a pair of pistols up taking aim towards Brian's corpse.

To which the thing behind the body replied. "Du warst ein Idiot, Hunter hinter mir her zu sein. Du solltest jetzt wissen, wie es ist, die Beute von etwas Größerem als dir zu sein." And then Brian's corpse lifted off the ground as the woman behind began to close the distance between themself and Kyn'ra.

The Kaldorei woman true to her Nigh Elf heritage unleashed three arrows intent to go past the corpse shield or to penetrate the dead body. However the Undead woman used the body to deflect each arrow before throwing the corpse into the armored guard next to Kyn'ra with enough force that the body's wright snapped the man's neck.

Kyn'ra drew her sword and parried a savage sword-strike coming down from the Vampire. However the power of the blow snapped the bone of the Elf's arm and she couldn't block a claw strike slitting open her throat. As the Kaldorei stumbled forward her life blood leaking out the Vampire grinned, savoring the pain of her coming meal. Then a Silver bullet clipped the Vampire's shoulder forcing the Undead's body to twist as the wound itself ignighted into a small blue flame.

"Dafür werdet ihr alle leiden." The Vampire hissed. Grabbing Kyn'ra's shirt throwing her through one of the tables, a broken table leg stabbing through the Elf's stomach.

It was then that Aursuun finished channeling the light, the holy power healing the Night Elf almost entirely, but with the table leg through her side she was still hurt badly and stuck, but now not at risk of dying. Also with the two gnomes and one human soldiers putting themselves between her and the Vampire Aursuun felt she was safe.

Then the Undead creature moved. The Mage finished preparing their spell and hurled it at the creature, only for it to press through the attack, snapping the man's neck with a backhanded strike, she bowled over the dwarf, and snapped the leg of the last man as she passed with a slight kick. The two natives of the world she beheaded with her claws and sword as she passed them and another bullet burried itself into her leg.

And then she was immediately infront of the Gunman. Aursuun used the light to heal all of those alive, but was still shocked as the Vampire's clawed hand grabbed the gunman's face and lifted him off the ground. She had just been at the outside door seven seconds ago and now she had killed three more men and was on the entirely opposite side of the beer hall, and she didn't even appear to have ran, it felt as if she had simply walked.

As the Vampire raised the human up she boasted. "Ich werde es genießen, dich zu einem Endjäger zu machen..." Another pistol shot, another flaming wound in the Vampire's chest. The human tried to draw another pistol but it was knocked out of the man's hand and then the Vampire brought the man's neck down to her mouth and sunk her fangs in, noisily tearing flesh and sucking on his blood.

Even as the light faded from his eyes the gunman fought pounding on the Vampire's back with a knife and gesturing to Aursuun. As the human released his last breath the Vampire pulled back a cry of jubilation emerging from her lips. A cry that turned to a startled scream as Aursuun's hammer struck her square in the back, ignighting the Vampire as it sent her and her victim through the wall.

Then suddenly with a screech the vampire flew from the hole in the wall slamming into the Draenei Paladin. Aursuun used her Hammer's head to hold off the Vampire's sword, while his other held back the clawed hand grasping the Vampire's wrist.

"Ще се изкъпя в гнилите ти черва, боклук такъв! Ще изнасиля и унищожа всичко, което някога си обичал, малка малка плячка! УМРИ!" The creature screamed at Aursuun her clawed hand now overcoming the Draenei's strength, each individual claw slowly starting to cut into the Paladin's face as the pair struggled, eventually her middle claw began to dig into Aursuun's eye causing him to scream out in pain. And then a beer bottle slammed into the Vampire's face, the glass shards cutting into her face and momentarily stunning her.

Gone was the illusion of a pale human woman, now there was only a gaunt, feral monster filled with a vicious blood lust. One that went flying across the room as Aursuun's fist collided with it's horrid face.

The monster turned her focus instead to the one who had thrown the bottle, Kyn'ra. "Ела тук, проклета малка закуска!" The monster growled closing on the pinned Elf. One of the humans intecpted the Vampire, blocking her claw with a improvised shield and momentarily stopped her sword with his own, until a kick to the crotch from the vampire lifted the man off the ground allowing her to bisect him. A crossbow bolt from one of the Gnomes planted itself into the Vampire's face causing her to stop again.

In response she pulled the bolt out and threw it into the throat of the Gnome like a dart, forcing him to stumble back choking on blood. Aursuun immediately set to healing the Gnome as his companion, who had stealthily snuck behind the vampire lept with a pair of daggers, one coated in flame and the other glowing with a arcane energy. The Vampire suddenly was facing rhe flying gnome as her arm lashed out faster than a whip catching the gnome by the throat. She then used her fanged maw to rip off the jaw of the startled gnomish assassin.

For a moment Aursuun feared that nothing now stood between the vampire and her prey. Before the monster could reach Kyn'ra however a savage axe blow took the Vampire's knees forcing her to the ground where a angry Dwarf waited for her.

"Представяш си, че си Убийца, нали?"

"Shut up." Another axe blow removed a chunk of the Vampire's cheek, and a quick use of a dagger deflected the Vampire's counter-blow at the expense of the dagger. Then the Vampire lashed out with her sword again only to be deflected by the axe as the Dwarf rammed his forehead into the thing's jaw with a bine jarring crack.

In response the undead beast dug it's claw into the Dwarf's chest, the middle knuckles of her fingeds now crimson with Dwarven blood.

"That ALL?" The Dwarf roared ramming his face into the Vampire's again, this time clearly crushing the remenants of the creature's nose, and then her sword fell, followed by a Dwarven head.

"досаден паразит." The monster muttered as she spat blood. Now the Vampire shook as she stood, now just over Kyn'ra, she glared down with cold glowing blue eyes at her intended victim. "Време е да умреш."

With a scream the Vampire collapsed head first into the ground, the entire appendage aflame and Aursuun's hammer collided with it. The Vampire pulled herself up out of the crater her head had made, only to slam down again as another hammer strike took her other shoulder. The Vampire tried to raise again only for another blow to the head to take her. Before the Vampire could move another blow to her lower back. Aursuun started roaring in effort as he rained blow after flame creating blow down onto the Vampire.

The Draenei this time not stopping until the flames had entirely consumed the creature. Then spent the Paladin fell to the ground and began to heave painful sobs as he lay soaking in the blood of a whole ten of his fellow Pioneers and natives of this world. All because the burning pile of ruined flesh and ash next to him. Everyone still alive in the room was left moaning or crying in agony.

Leagues away and on a whole other world the Undead and living met in a whole other type of confrontation.

"King Anduin, I welcome you to the Scarlet Monestary. Home of the Scarlet Portal Project. Forgive the mess they were recently attacked by what my spies in Stormwind assure me were rogue elements of your military." Sylvanas greeted the High King, her tone a mixture of formality and mockery.

"I came her to parlay with you Sylvanas, not to play blame games and antagonize. Please allow me to see the damage that has been done, and offer what I can rightfully to try and undo the harm that has been done by me and my people."

With that statement the pair of rulers and their bodyguards walked into the Scarlet Monestary keeping a respectful distance from eachother as they passed what Anduin could only assume was a particularly staged scene of wounded and dying Horde soldiers, and devestated structures. The sound of Horde healers and Shamons tending to the injured, sick, and dying was muffled by the sounds of construction crews undoing damages, and pulling bodies out from under rubble. The battle had nearly been a week ago.

"Are they?"

Anduin was snapped from his musings. "Excuse me?"

"Oh it just seems to me, that while you might think yourself their High King. That much of your so called Grand Alliance think themselves to be far more independent of you than they were of your father." Sylvanas stated never looking towards Anduin.

"I am not my father, and I will not be my father. While he was a good man, now is the time for peace." Anduin countered.

"And how much I wonder, does your Alliance wish it was your father on the throne right now?"

"We are here to discuss peace Sylvanas." Anduin countered forcefully.

The Banshee Queen smirked. "And that's part of the question I am pondering. Inciting rebellion in Forsaken territory, skirmishes, now this. I'd think that Jaina Proudmoore and others like her aren't as committed to your cause as you keep deluding yourself."

"You want the Goldrinn Portal." Anduin stated as fact.

"Want? Yes. Asking for? Certainly not." Sylvanas tone carried amusement and the Queen of the Forsaken relaxed her posture moving and leaning far more casually than before.

"Of course your not asking for it. You'll try to take it if it suits you best." What are your demands Sylvanas.

"Oh dear me my young King, I wont demand of you anything. I am asking for you to make amends for the actions of YOUR people who acted under your rule. But if you would like i can make a suggestion or two."

"Stop playing games."

"I want Horde Representatives in your portal, and for the sake of keeping my own leaders off your back we want copies of Jaina's research notes. You can keep her, or do away with her, whatever. With those two things you will be preventing escalation. And unlike you, Your Highness My Horde can stomach a war." Sylvanas remained relaxed as she spoke but her face turned stern and spiteful.

"I can agree to these terms." Sylvanas just smiled in response.