The dumb blonde chick tripped in the graveyard, and shrieked at the poorly-made CGI horror villain. He raised his chainsaw and drove it into her. Blood splattered on the nearest wall, spelling out the words 'THE END!'

"Booooo!" was the word that the entire group made when the screening was over.

"That sucked." Nova said, before tossing her can of popcorn behind the couch.

"Now onto the matter at hand. Where would the Raven Lord be hiding?" Jaina stood and told the group. "Any leads?"

"Possibly Cursed Hollow." Kael'thas mentioned.

Nova pointed to him. "Bingo. Genius. We start looking now. Where are we, by the way?"

Jaina looked to a map. "A town called Maracliun."

"Which is how far from Cursed Hollow?"

Jaina's face fell. "30 miles…"

They had stepped outside the basecamp house. A sleeping succubus was at the front door, waiting for somebody to come out.

"Shhhh… We don't want to wake her." Jaina whispered.

"How long will the trip take?" Li-Ming asked, staring up the road.

Nova spotted a car, fresh for the hotwiring. "Not very long at all." She told the group, and they all gave her very confuddled looks.

Nova pointed to the car. She snuck over, and was fiddling with something in it. She gave the group a thumbs up, and told them to jump in. Once the entire group was in, she started the engine. Big mistake. Every demon within 60 feet woke up, and began closing in on them.

Sylvanas shook Nova. "DRIVE, DAMN YOU, DRIVE!" she screamed into Nova's ear. Nova floored it, swerving to avoid demons along the way.

It was after 30 minutes on the gravel road that Nova looked at the state the Nexus was in. The sky was completely deep orange, and all the trees leaves were blood red. She saw a few run-over mutant animals. Tyrande looked through her window at the misshapen, dead creatures, and said "I vow to Elune I will find the maker of this madness and end them. Crimes against Nature Herself are abhorrent and unforgivable." A civilian or two were spotted, too. Their dresses and noble cloaks torn and dirty, glaring as they drove by.

Three hours later Nova looked in the backseat. Tyrande was picking at a scab, Jaina was inspecting her ripped and shredded hood, and Kael had fallen asleep on Sylvanas, much to Sylvanas', although obviously fake, displeasure.

This is fine. She thought. Then she remembered Penelope. She had forgotten to ask what had happened to the little weasel. Maybe when we get to Cursed Hollow. She thought to herself.

Lucario: Yes indeed, the den has bunk beds. The den will be a vital room later on, and not just for the fact that it has video games and a mini fridge.

Consort: Yep. I've always sort of had an AU in my head since I started playing HotS where instead of neat orderly realms with a clear way to win, they had a permadeath system where if you're dead, you better believe you're not coming back.

Sylvanas doesn't need most mortal necessities as an undead. Li-Ming always complained about the hairbrushes breaking. Brightwing, Li-Li, Tyrande, and Jaina need normal mortal things, and with a lack of mana present Kael's been on a sort of withdrawal fritz. Nightmares, Hallucinations, staring blankly at a wall for 5 hours, the works, y'know.

The first to die shall be…..

….NOPE! Not telling just yet. But it's gonna be pretty sad, as will other deaths I have planned.