Hey Guys! I finally have another chapter of this written, it's been tough since I had good ideas for the start, the broken shore, and everything after, but hadn't really thought out meetings with racial leaders.

Before diving in headlong, just gonna answer some concerns in the comments.

Firstly, Yes Natsu will meet worgen, i just kinda... forgot about them *whistles innocently*

Secondly, I decided to go with the legion, since with the different Fairies fulfilling different classes in WoW, I wanted to be able to accurately represent those classes, as well as boss mechanics. My original plan for this story was to have it take place at the very beginning of Cata, and have them travel through the Eastern Kingdoms, but A) That's far too long to catch up from and B) I quit after WOTLK and came back in MoP, and didn't actually raid (no LFR doesn't count, but I do support it being in the game), until WoD, so for two expansions, I would have no idea about boss mechanics, as well as most class mechanics, since I honestly forget a lot about MoP, save Alter Time being OP as hell. As well as lore wise, demons are no more powerful thanks to level. For instance, a Wolf, lore wise, in Elwynn, is no more powerful than a wolf in say, Stormhiem.

Thirdly, Forgot about Natsu's motion sickness, my bad :P

Fourthly, I was going off his appearance in his Harbinger, where he has a slight gray stubble.

Fifthly, I wanted them to have to learn and adapt to a new type of power. Honestly my plan for TSOFT was to have Goku and Vegeta lose their powers as well, but in the end, I wanted them to be idols, more than equals to the Fairies. A limit for them to strive to but never achieve, much how Vegeta chases after Goku, and Goku strives forward to test himself. In this story, I wanted them to test the ground and get a feel for a world of magic they had never experienced, similar, but different to their own.

I hope I don't alienate anyone with that, I wanted to explain the choices I made and my reasoning behind them.

I hope everyone enjoys the chapter!

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Rising high above the surrounding valley and scraping the sky itself stood Ironforge Mountain. The entirety of the mountain was covered in feet of snow, and more flurried down from the sky above, adding to the constant state of winter that the inhabits of Dun Morogh were constantly living in. Halfway up the towering peak was a great door, that would slide down and lock when the city inside was threatened. On the massive gateway was the hammer of the Bronzebeard clan. The mountain was imposing, powerful and projected the power of the dwarves to any who looked upon it! A sign that even the smallest beings could create the largest and most imposing of structures.

Standing on the ramp leading to the symbol of dwarfdom were two women, one in shining golden armor, and the other in a deep violet robe that was cut to her midriff, showing off the deep valley of cleavage that the dress created. The blonde in the violet robe was the first to speak. "It's huge! They actually built a city inside of a mountain!"

"It certainly is impressive." the redhead, Erza, responded, staring up at the mountain with a more restrained expression, even though she was inwardly just as impressed as Lucy.

"I certainly see something impressive!" A nasally voice echoed from behind Lucy, the blonde spun around, and her face turned a shade of red as rich as Erza's hair as she saw a tiny, knee-high demonic imp lifting her skirt. Lucy squealed and kicked her heeled-boot back, catching the demonic trickster in his chest and sending him flying back.

"I DON'T REMEMBER SUMMONING YOU!" she squealed while slamming the butt of her jeweled staff into the ground, the demonic scamp dissipating with a playful cackle as he returned to his home in the twisting nether. Lucy sighed and combed her fingers through her hair, "They're worse than my spirits…"

Erza giggled, motioning for Lucy and herself to continue the climb up the mountain. "Oh, they're not that bad." she crooned, but Lucy disagreed. Along with her imp, Kazzak, she had a succubus named Magna, whom was a little too willing to help Lucy at times, and seemed obsessed with Lucy's… well… it made the blonde warlock blush to think about. She had also learned how to summon a strange ethereal creature called a voidwalker, whom was named Ophilius. While not as troublesome as Kazzak or as perverted as Magna, Lucy didn't see much use for a spirit of protection when she had Erza around twenty-four seven.

The most animalistic of her stable of demonic assistants was a creature known as a Fel-hound. This Canine like animal, which Lucy hadn't been able to discern the name of yet, barely obeyed a word she said, but seemed to happily obey Erza the moment she spoke, which was both funny, and increasingly exhaustive for Lucy. To round out her stable of demons, was a strong, silent Felguard. Lucy had found a section of the book that focused exclusively on summoning, and had put all her effort into that portion after mastering her basic spells, giving her the ability to summon this impressive beast. Standing a head taller than herself and Erza, it was by far the most loyal and easy to control, and his name was Rathorian.

The two continued to walk up the mountain together, staying quiet as they approached the massive door and stared inside. They were both flabbergasted, lining the walls of the entrance were four statues of dwarves that towered over the two women. As they walked through, surrounded by dwarves, Lucy would be the first to speak, "Do you think the Council will remember summoning us?"

Erza sighed, "They're the heads of an entire nation, I'm sure they can remember something as small as summoning two girls who apparently fell from the sky." striding forward confidently, with Lucy struggling to keep up. As they took a right turn to lead them into the city, they beheld for the first time, the powerful, imposing city of the dwarves.

The first thing the girls noticed was the heat. While Coldridge Valley and Dun Morogh were suspended in a state of constant winter, the heat inside of Ironforge was sweltering, and both girls could already feel a slight sheen of sweat forming on their bodies. In the center of the district was a large structure with a symbol of golden scales above it. The surrounding buildings were crafted out of the stone of the mountain, and supported by steel. Even Erza lost her composure for a moment as she beheld the awe-inspiring city of Ironforge.

Once the initial shock had worn off, they moved down to the people that inhabited the city. Of course, the majority of its population were dwarves they had grown used too, but there were others as well, humans like themselves, as well as the other races they had been told about, the beautiful and regal night elves, the tall, powerful, and exotic Draenei. They saw animalistic Worgen and Pandaren as well. It took them a few minutes to stop gawking and remember their purpose. Erza quickly reached into the satchel at her side and pulled out the map of the city that had been given to them.

As the two women moved to the side, they both looked over the map, "Let's see…." Lucy muttered, tracing her finger across the map. "If we cross the bridge that's right over there, we just need to take this little back alley, and the throne room will be right around the corner."

Erza nodded her head and rolled the map up, "It's oddly close to the front gates of the city. It's rather odd, isn't it?"

Her companion was the first to start walking, Lucy lightly tapping her staff against the ground as she walked, the dark purple crystal on the tip glowing an eerie purple. "Is it though? You saw what this place looks like from the outside! If they closed the door I doubt anything would be able to get through!"

Erza nodded as they crossed the span in the middle of the Commons, adjusting her grip on the kite shield in her left hand, looking around the bustling district as Lucy walked beside her. The blonde staring at the various different races that all made their way through the area. "It's strange to see people of our size again, isn't it?" Lucy laughed, Erza merely responding with a light giggle. The blonde frowned, Erza having not been in a very talkative mood today. "So, what do you think the council will be like?

This seemed to pique the Redhead's interest at last, who hummed thoughtfully for a moment. "Well… I imagine the council is very professional."

"Oh?"

"Well we've been here a few days, and you've seen how pale dwarves treat the ones with the gray skin right?" Erza said, and Lucy nodded, "Just thinking about that much racial tension shows the leaders of the dwarves have to careful and professional with one another to encourage unity." she crooned softly and tucked her hair behind her ear as they walked into a tunnel, the deeper they get into the city, the more suffocating the heat became.

"I see, I guess that makes sense." Lucy mumbled, sweat starting to bead on her chest and forehead as they strode through the congested tunnel that connected The Commons to the Great Forge. When they emerged on the other side, both Erza and Lucy gasped.

The heat was sweltering. Beads of sweat dripped down Lucy's bosom, and Erza was burning up in her full plate armor. From above them, Lava poured from cracks and pipes in the ceiling, crashing down below. A great stone bridge crossed over the span of lava below, and on either side of the bridge, massive gears and pumps worked to draw the lava up into pools on either side, where dwarves were working smelters, turning ore into usable metals.

"The Great Forge indeed." Erza praised in a serious tone.

"Right?" Lucy agreed.

After the two of them got their fill of the sight, Erza would shake her head. "The throne room is right over there, right?" she said calmly, amazingly keeping her composure when compared to Lucy, who was almost panting from the heat, even with her robes being rather revealing! She did manage to gather her composure enough to nod her head. Assisting her friend, Erza guided Lucy to the door, where two guards stared at them.

"What business do ye' have with the Council?" One of them demanded, staring up at the two human girls. There was a vent above the door blowing out cool air, which helped Lucy recover enough to stand on her own power as Erza handed the man an envelope they had been given in Kharanos.

The dwarf snatched it from her hand and read through it, mumbling under his breath. "I see." his thick brow narrowed as he looked up at the two of them. "Well, the two o' you have fun with your meeting. I wouldn't want to be in your place."

Leaving them confused as to what he meant, the Dwarf pulled the door open, and as he did Erza would hover over Lucy, "Remember what I told you about the council. Be. On. Your. Best. Behavior." she breathed aggressively down Lucy's neck.

"Yes Ma'am!" Lucy squeaked in fear, gulping nervously at the edge of aggression in Erza's voice.

Finally, the doors were opened, and as soon as the first crack of light beyond the door appeared, Both Lucy and Erza sweat dropped as they heard aggressive shouting from the other side of the door. "Do ye' have any idea what your father would say if he were here?!" a gruff, obviously male voice shouted.

The door widened, "What, I'd disappoint him again?! Big surprise there!" a female voice shouted back.

"Moria, Muradin." A third, male voice grunted, as the door swung open fully, revealing an incredibly nonplussed Erza and Lucy, whom the non-arguing dwarf was staring at in bemusement. He had a ginger beard and hair, cut to his mid scalp, with blue claw mark tattoos adorning his head and shoulders. An aged, careworn face smiled wanly at the two girls beneath a bushy mustache, as he turned to his arguing co-councilors.

"How dare ye?! Do you know how heartbroken Magni was when you refused to come home?!" the other male demanded. He had ginger hair as well, but his beard was more neatly braided and trimmed, and he had a full head of hair. Out of the three of them, he was the most heavily armored and armed. Dark blue, heavy plated covered his legs, chest, and arms, and two spauldrons in the shape of boar's heads sat on his broad shoulders, while a circlet adorned his brow. On his side sat two weapons, one, a shining waraxe, and the other, a more traditional dwarven battle hammer.

"Oh, don't ye go giving me that sob story again, Muradin." the female snapped back. Her hair was pulled into two buns on either side of her head, framing her face and looking all the world like earmuffs. She wore black robes, which Lucy recognized as being the Dark Iron fashion, similar, but less revealing, than her own.

"MURADIN, MORIA!" the original, tattooed dwarf shouted, making his cohorts spin around.

"WHAT?!" the two of them shouted, glaring at the Wild looking dwarf, who waved his hand in the direction of Erza and Lucy, whom were both looking confused and nonplussed all the same.

"If this isn't a good time we can come back." Lucy suggested with a fearful tone.

"No, No, it's fine Lass." The first dwarf chuckled, sitting up in his throne, while the other two took their seats, now able to act profession.

"Who are ye?" the woman asked, staring curiously at the two girls.

It was Erza who answered, "I'm Erza Scarlet, and this is my friend, Lucy Heartfilia." she motioned to Lucy, and the council nodded respectfully to the blonde and redhead. "You sent for us I was told. We're the two girls whom fell from the sky.

"I see." The armored man in the center responded, staring down at them, his eyes were narrowed as he studied the two of them. "I was afraid the two of ye would be demons, but I can tell from looking at ye that your trustworthy." his eyes relaxed and he smiled at them. "I'm Muradin, of Clan Bronzebeard!"

The woman to his right bristled, "While I don't share my Uncle's immediate trust, I'm Moria Thaurissan, of the Dark Iron Clan."

The last unnamed dwarf would grin at the two girls, "I apologize for that little show you received when you first arrived. Our politics tend to get a lil'heated." he laughed, while Erza and Lucy smiled politely. "Falstad. Falstad Wildhammer."

"It's a pleasure to meet all of you." Erza said, bowing at the waist.

"Oh! Likewise!" Lucy squeaked, bowing beside her companion. The three dwarven leaders all nodded in a sign of respect, but not submission to the two human women.

"So," Moria spoke, her voice growing low and grim. "Did ye pass any troubles on yer way here?"

Lucy and Erza traded a look, before the latter served as their mouthpiece. "No, I mean… we had a small issue with some strange… hunched creatures, as well as some trolls, but that's about it."

The three dwarven leaders traded looks before sighing in relief.

This piqued Lucy's interest and she asked, "Why?"

The three dwarven leaders exchanged looks before Muradin said softly. "And Kharanos, how was it?"

The two thought back on it. The dwarven town had been filled with people, and for the first time while on this strange planet, they had seen more than just humans. Even smaller creatures called gnomes were there, along with many humans like themselves. There were heavily armed and armored dwarven guards there, looking gaunt and exhausted. Lucy was the one to speak, and described the dwarven hamlet as "Well, everyone there was friendly, but a little on edge, but again, why are you asking?" Lucy demanded, staring at the dwarven leaders.

It was Falstad who next spoke, "Because just a week ago it was attacked by the Burning Legion."

"Attacked?!" Lucy squeaked.

"Burning Legion?" Erza asked, never having heard of the other worldly threat before that moment.

The dwarven leaders were taken aback. "Ye never heard o'them?!" Muradin demanded.

"Ridiculous!" Falstad agreed.

Strangely enough, it was Moria who came to their defense. "Well they came from the sky didn't they? It makes sense they might not know who the legion are."

The two men traded a look, before Muradin sighed. What followed was a surprisingly effective, but brief explanation on the Legion, what they had done, and what their return meant for Azeroth.

"An entire army of demons?!" Lucy squeaked. Her felguard was intimidating enough, but an entire army of them?! And there were more demons than that! Imps, Succubi, all manner of demons she couldn't imagine. The thought alone made her tremble.

"They're that dangerous huh?" Erza said, steadying her grip on her shield and narrowing her eyes.

Moria nodded. "The Legion is the greatest threat Azeroth faces right now. We might o'thrown them back before, but that's only made them angry." she grunted

Muradin nodded in agreement with his niece. "Aye. But there is still hope. King Varian is calling for troops in Stormwind. Some o'our best are headed there now on the Deeprun Tram."

Erza rose her head, narrowed her eyes, and furrowed her brow. "Lucy."

"Don't say it." Lucy whined.

"We're going to Stormwind." Erza finished, before bowing to the dwarven council, then turning respectfully on her heel, making her way, after getting directions of course, to the tram.