Greetings, dear sapient beings! My name is Gentleman Creature and I'm about to present a story about a party of Azeroth fanons from various factions being isekai'd to Eberron and trying to adjust to the world filled with things both familiar and strange.
Things you might want to know:

1) There won't be any self-insert characters.

2) The focus of this story is on the original characters that could've existed somewhere in the canon as NPCs or PCs on Azeroth. They are not the faces you see in cutscenes but it doesn't make them cardboard scenery. They are people with appropriate for their backgrounds motivations, beliefs, strengths, and weaknesses, or at least that's the result I'm trying to achieve.

3) Big names such as Sylvanas or Illadan will be mentioned but that's the limit of their direct involvement in the fic.

4) I'll try to stick to the canon of both verses for the most part. Certain things will be me filling in the blanks or changing certain elements to better suit the narrative that I want to create.

5) The magical metaphysics of both settings are going to be fused for the purposes of the story.

6) In order to make power scaling make sense I've used the D 5e rule set for everything and homebrewed what was missing, including WOW characters.

7) The events of the story will transpire a few weeks before the Mists of Pandaria.

8) English is not my native language and it is the first time I write anything fictional of that scale so feel free to point out any mistake I make. That would be a great opportunity for me to improve myself.

I hope you'll enjoy the journey.

Elyrin Wintersprout

Race: Night Elf (Closest D&D equivalent - Forest Elf)

Class: Arcane Mage (Closest D&D equivalent - lvl 5 Sorcerer)

Strength - 8, Dexterity - 16, Constitution - 12, Intelligence - 17, Wisdom - 11, Charisma - 13

Saving throws: Intelligence, Constitution

Proficiencies: Magic, Nature, Survival, Stealth, Perception, Herbalism Kit, Flute

While I've been unable to think about anything other than the opportunity to finally be on the frontlines for the last few months, I did not expect things to escalate so quickly on my first real engagement. What was supposed to be an investigation of an unusual arcane signature in the area near Broken Isles devolved into a skirmish between our ships and Horde's small recon force. But before I was even able to reach the deck our vessel suddenly broke in half.

As it turns out, teleportation from underwater to the surface of the storming sea becomes difficult when there is no way to know where said surface is. In circumstances such as this, the only option left is to hold onto what was once a part of your vessel in hopes that it still has the capacity to float.

Every second was stretching like the bowstring of an archer under a Slow spell before I could take a breath of air. Though the mast that saved me is still being thrown around by the storm, I finally have a line of sight toward the coastline. Fortunately, getting towards it became a matter of using Blink two times moving from one piece of debris to another before a wave could slam me into the sand. Not the most gracious solution but a resultative one, nonetheless.

Eluna, though, decided to not grant me reprieve this time. A pack of Murlocs emerged from behind the rocks ready to surround me. Judging by the looks of it, a pre-planned ambush. Without a second thought, I summoned the master's staff into my hands. Attackers were turned into red mist by Arcane Explosion. I cursed myself for spending more mana than was needed.

More were coming from the jungle, too numerous to fight, with nagas leading them.

My head rotated trying to spot a cover or an ally. My eyes darted towards two ships. The closest one belonging to the Alliance was dispatching soldiers onto the cliff. Another one bearing the mark of the Horde was sliding across the sand underneath shallow waters trying to get as deep into the island as possible. Given the circumstances, it appears that both factions wordlessly agreed on a ceasefire.

The path was clear. All that's left was reaching the destination. Mana needed to be conserved for battle so I decided to run on foot. It turned out to be a mistake. More murlocs jumped out from their covers. I barely dodged two of their spears. A third one grazed the shoulder. I retaliated with Arcane Barrage. Two murlocs were slain. A third one ducked under the projectile. Luckily a whistling arrow finished the beast off before it could reach me.

Even if the path appeared to be clear I decided to cast Prismatic Barrier, just in case. Then I jogged towards the Alliance ship.

I've stumbled upon a night elf ranger hiding among the rocks with her bow ready.

"Thank you!" I muttered in between heavy breaths.

"My intention was to kill the beast, not help you, mage!" She barked in response.

The reaction was unsurprising, though still disappointing.

"Save your contempt for the enemy. They will be there in a matter of minutes!" A male voice interfered.

It was a ginger-bearded human wearing plate armor. A two-handed hammer in his hands and a Tome of Valor on his belt. Aside from that, the man bore no marks of the Holy Light's church.

"Why are we disembarking?" I asked him, eagerly jumping on the opportunity to not begin another pointless squabble.

"Waters are not safe. We are ordered to take a defensive position on this cliff…" He was interrupted by four gigantic tentacles entangling the vessel. "By the Light!"

Some of those on the ship tried to attack the monster. Others attempted to flee. None had enough time. They all were dragged underwater almost instantly.

We all were staring silently for a few seconds. The ship's captain was gone as well as a bigger half of our forces. Those who were able to resurface could not be saved in time.

"We need to retreat!" We turned our heads to the plate-armored warrior from before. "Go! To the Horde's ship!" He roared.

None objected to the order.