Author's note- Hey Guys! finally pushed another chapter of this out, and progress is coming along for The Saiyan's of Fairy Tail as well. For the most part i've just been busy with work and the like, so apologies on the slow uploads as I job search and the what not
Editor Note - Hello people, i am helping my dear friend Trajan edit this and he wants to make something clear, the raid bosses are gonna be following to their mechanics, but of course just because that is gonna be the same, don't mean that all of the pre-patch nonsense is gonna be done by level one Fairy tail newbies.
So then to appease some people, Since the last time we were with our adventures Erza, Wendy, Gray, Natsu and Lucy have all purchased World of Warcraft: Legion and cashed in the free level 100 character boost, Erza is now a Protection Paladin with Retribution offspec, Wendy is a Holy priest, Gray is obviously a Fire mage and Natsu is the ice mage (Sarcasm to the max) and Lucy is a demonology warlock since that is the closest to celestial magic, without using a bow of course. Anyways i hope you all enjoy
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Gray Fullbuster's dark eyes wandered over the towering, ancient stone architecture as he wandered through the Warrior's Terrace of Darnassus. Even though he had only been on Azeroth for a few days, the preferred naturalist style that the Night Elves preferred was starting to grow old. He missed the stone streets and wooden buildings of Magnolia, and while Dolanaar had given him a small break from the tranquil forest, entering Darnassus, even if it was more naturalistic than he was used to, did make him feel a bit more at home.
Passing under the arched terrace, Gray emerged on the other side and beheld the grand city of the Kal'dorei. What surprised Gray more than anything else was how quiet the city was. Sure, there were many people, including humans whom Gray was more than happy to see after so long, but the entire city seemed to be no louder than the forest and if he listened quietly, he could still hear the subtle sound of nature. It's so… strange. he thought to himself as he continued strolling forward.
"Let's see, I was told to follow the road to Darnassus, but where do I go now?" he mumbled, tapping his staff against the ground every few steps. He'd gotten used to having the staff around and he found that when he focused his magic through it, the frost magic he'd learned were more powerful. He missed being able to form whatever he could imagine with maker magic, but he could at least defend himself with Azerothian frost magic now.
He was walking down the great causeway to the center of the city, which consisted of a great oaken tree, twisted and methodically carved to look like a hawk seated atop of a bear's back, when he heard a soft giggle come from his left. Snapping his head over, he saw a female guard looking at him, and the moment their eyes met, her head snapped back up, and she forced herself to look serious, even though Gray could see the mirth tugging at the corner of her lips. 'What was that about?!'
He shook it off and continued forward, eventually coming to the island with the bird-bear tree-sculpture. He could feel more eyes on him but ignored them. "Let's see." he muttered to himself, looking to his right. In that direction, there was a cluster of more tree-like buildings, to his left was a much more imposing looking structure, a great causeway stretched across the lake that this city seemed to be built on, leading to a massive domed building. If Gray had to guess which direction this 'Tyrande Whisperwind' was in, it would be there.
Striding across the bridge, he did his best to ignore the looks and giggles being thrown his way. 'There are other human's here, what's so fascinating about me?'he inwardly growled, crossing under the massive archway that led to the stone temple. Walking up the large, surprisingly rug covered ramp, Gray was caught off guard by what he saw. Somehow, there was a wooded glade inside the temple! At the center of it was a statue of a Kaldorei woman holding a basin above her head, water poured endlessly from the basin to the pool below, if he focused hard enough on the water itself, it almost looked like a crystaline flow of blessed water filling the rim of the basin and pouring down into the pools below, blessing the large statue's servants with this bountiful gift. He could sense the arcane energy pouring from the well aswell, which suffused the air inside of the temple with a magical energy about it.
Before he could finish taking another step forward, he was approached by a young looking night elf woman light blue hair and a young face. "Can I help you?" she asked politely, again, looking strangely at him like everyone else had.
Feeling awkward under her gaze, Gray cleared his throat and mumbled, "Yeah… I was sent here from Aldrassil to meet with someone named Tyrande?"
The woman stumbled a bit, "T-Tyrande?!" she demanded, staring at him like he was insane, an awkward moment passed between the two before she would softly mumble, "I'll… I'll inform her that someone is calling after her but… our Lady is quite busy. I can't promise anything."
"That's fine." Gray said, not really having a choice in the matter. The woman walked away, leaving Gray alone for a moment. Why is everyone acting so damned weird. he growled angrily, his face taking on an angry scowl. That ended a moment later as a massive green spirit owl dropped from the sky with a rush of wind. The strange spectral creature stared at Gray for a moment, and Gray stared back, utterly non-plussed by it's presence before the ghostly bird let out a soft chirp and took off again, flying to the balcony directly over his head.
Still looking stunned Gray stood for a few more moments before he heard footsteps across the room from him, striding down the great ramp were two figures, each looking important and garnishing salutes and bows as they strode past. One figure was a man, with a magnificent looking mane of green hair and a beard that reached to his belt line. The figure was shirtless, but purple, glowing tattoos stretched over his shoulders and disappeared onto his torso, hidden by his magnificent beard. Two massive antlers grew out of his head, something Gray had seen before, but on most druids, the antlers looked like they were from a deer, not an elk or a moose like his.
It was the other figure that truly struck Gray however. Striding beside the man was the most beautiful Kal'dorei woman Gray had thus far met. Her brow was adorned with a silver, crescent shaped circlet, and a small chain holding a crescent moon hung off of it. She had a kind face, with wing-like tattoos covering her silver eyes and a deep purple color crossing her plump looking lips. Her form was slender and graceful, and she wore a knee-length white dress that lightly swished with every step she took. She also wore a silver underbust corest with three, aquamarine gemstones embedded into it. Altogether, her appearance was awe inspiring, graceful and beautiful.
Before anything else could happen, the man would stare down at Gray, and in a booming tone, said, "Do you normally plan to meet your elders dressed like that?"
"Like what?!" Gray demanded, wanting to know why everyone was acting so strange! His vision darting from Malfurion to Tyrande, and the woman waved her hand at his form. Finally, Gray bothered to look down.
"OH GOD DAMN IT!" he screamed as he noticed, at long last, he was garbed only in his boxers. "How long have I been like this?!" he asked no one in particular, before running to the doorway and looking outside. His clothes were nowhere in sight. Behind Malfurion let out a booming laugh, and Tyrande even let out a small giggle and clapped her hands. The same woman who had spoke to Gray earlier appeared, and Tyrande whispered something to her, the girl scurried off while Malfurion walked up to Gray and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Calm down. We'll get you a new set of clothes." he chuckled.
Gray sighed, "Alright… Sorry about that."
"It's okay child. Now tell us, what is your name?" Tyrande crooned out in her exotic, musical voice.
"Gray Fullbuster." he bowed to Tyrande, "I'm guessing you're Tyrande Whisperwind, the person I was sent here to meet." when she nodded, he would turn then to the man, "I don't know who you are though." Gray said, staring up at the wild looking elf.
The man smiled and extended his hand. "Malfurion Stormrage." he boomed in a deep tone. Gray took his hand and shook it.
With introductions out of the way, Tyrande took her turn to speak again, and said "Now, why are you here? Normally I wouldn't take audience with a random human but…" she smirked and waved her hand in the direction of his body, "that was enough to pique my interest." She giggled as Gray tried to cover up his body as best he could.
Thankfully for Gray, the embarrassment would be short lived as the Priestess from earlier rushed up to Tyrande with a pile of clothing, she handed it silently to Gray whom took the pile gratefully and immediately started to redress, pulling trousers up his legs as Malfurion would speak. "If you don't mind me asking, what's happened to you? It seems rather unique for a random human to ask to speak to my wife."
As Gray started to pull the silver shirt over his head, he noticed Tyrande was staring at him curiously as well, obviously curious in the same regard as her husband. Finishing pulling the shirt over his head, he grabbed the azure robe and started to drape it over his head. "Well, I met a woman in Shadowglen who told me to come and speak with her." he turned to Tyrande, "Erm, you."
Tyrande looked confused, "You gave the impression this was your first time in the city."
Gray blinked, not understanding her confusion. "It is."
Tyrande and Malfurion looked to one another, before the Priestess spoke again, "You cannot get to the rest of Teldrassil without passing through Darnassus."
"Well, when I woke up in Aldrassil, they told me I fell from the sky."
"Ah!" Tyrande exclaimed, she had received a report about such a thing, "I received a report about you a few days ago. Not to mention it seems you aren't the only one to suffer from such an oddity it would seem."
Finally fully dressed, Gray would cock his eyebrow at Tyrande in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
"We received a message from the Council of Three Hammers and K-" she saw Gray was lost, "From… other Kingdoms, Ironforge and Stormwind, of how they had humans fall from the sky as well."
Gray was very interested, and crossed his now clothed arms. "Oh?"
"The report from Stormwind was vauge, it mentioned a young man and a girl, but that's it. However the memo from Ironforge mentioned two young women, one with blonde hair and one with crimson. Apparently they were both very beautiful."
Gray listened to the first half with little interest, a young man and girl could be anyone, but a young woman with blond and one with crimson hair. Not red hair, or ginger hair, CRIMSON. There was only one girl Gray knew with hair like that. Almost aggressively, he stepped forward. "Where are they?!"
Tyrande and Malfurion blinked at the sudden eagarness in Gray's voice. "According to the report they went to Stormwind to join the Assault on the Broken Shore."
"How do I get to Stormwind?" Gray asked eagerly, finally having a lead on where his friends might be. A young man and a girl. There's always a chance that could be Natsu and Wendy!
"Normally by ship, but if you're in a hurry we can always have one of the magister's make a port-"
"Do it!" Gray demanded.
It was Malfurion who spoke next, standing over Gray, he put his hand on the young man's shoulder. "I don't think you understand son. If they're going to the Broken Shore that means they're going to fight the Burning Legion. Do you know what that means?"
Gray paused and shook his head.
Malfurion sighed, "The Burning Legion is the greatest threat Azeroth has ever faced. Our people in particular have a painful, long history with the legion." Gray watched as Malfurion's jaw clenched and Tyrande's eyes narrowed like a feline's.
Still though, Gray rose his head to look in Malfurion's eyes, and setting his own jaw, growled out, "I don't care, if there's any chance those are my friends. I have to go to them!" he growled defiantly."
Malfurion did look concerned, but seeing the determination in Gray's eyes, he nodded, before turning to Tyrande. "Before he goes, bless him with Elune's Grace." The Archdruid said, and his wife, the High Priestess nodded.
With a purposeful stride, she walked up to Gray and lightly sat her petite hand on his head. Gray felt heat suffuse his cheeks, despite his best efforts to refrain from doing so. "Mother Moon," Tyrande cooed in a beautiful, gentle tone. "Hear the plea of your servant. Bless this child. Embrace him in your arms and keep him from harm." she crooned.
The sensation Gray felt next was pleasant. It was like a warmth inside of his body suffusing heat to the outside. Not only that, but he felt… watched over when the blessing was finished. As if there was a benevolent being looking over him. Back on Earthland he had never been much of a believer but…
He was no longer on Earthland.
A moment passed before Tyrande removed her hand and smiled, inclining her head to Gray. "It was pleasant to meet you, child. I hope you find your friends in safety."
"Thanks." he grunted, still becoming accustomed to the feeling of the blessing on him.
"Come child." Malfurion said, smiling kindly and taking his shoulder. "I'll take you to a Magister."
As Gray left the awe-inspiring temple, he heard the Tyrande mutter one last blessing.
"May Elune grant you strength. Champion"