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	[u][b]Gronar, Location: Forests around Suramar(Forest Path).-[/b][/u] The words that the orc spoke were not familiar to the night elf druid. Warlock and demon weren't something he had heard before. He suspected warlock might mean some kind of spell caster, but as for demon this was completely outside his knowledge, but judging by the felhounds in front of them, he judged them to be bad things. Such abomination wasn't natural to the world. Nature was screaming at it's presence and the corruption it was spreading with it's mere existence in this world.

	Taking que from the orc, Malfuirion quickly raised his hands as he tried to use a magic as to help his nightsaber kill the abomination, but the moments magic energy was gathered and wines burst through the ground, the creature's tendrils that were on it's back, surged forward and stabbed into the wines, then it was as if the life of the vines was drained along with all hte magic! The felhound was actually devouring the magic he used! The druid felt absolute horror at this monstrous abomination." It sucked out hte magic!" He cried out as he prepared to use somehting else.

	As for the fight on the orc's side, things were going better. Gronar was a big and strong orc with the prime of his life. His attack was fast and deadly. As the felhound was currently busy fighting with his nightsaber, it didn't even manage to react to the dropkick, he delivered onto it's head. This caused hte hound to be stunned for just a moment as it was suffering from the impact on it's head. The nightsaber used this chance to lunge at the beast, bitting it on the neck, bringing it down, but it suffered a bad injury in return as it brought down it's target. Gronar's mount was out for the count, it's wounds were too big to recover right away. It was out of life danger though, just was going to need a proper healing and rest.

	Meanwhile Malfurion had gathered his magic a second time. He called out to the trees to give him their excess leaves, he called out to the wind to bring those leaves power. He surged his energy into the leaves to give them durability. Then the wind picked them up and hurled them at the hound. The hound was using it's tendrils to wave at the wind but it wasn't effective. The leaves that were picked by the wind were spinning and moving at lightning fast speeds. Like dozens of tiny razors they were cutting out at the beast as the wind created a whirlind around it.( Nat 20ed the attack. This group has luck with nat20ies) Soon after the beast fell, his carcas tattered nearly to minced meat." What manner of creature is this? Felhounds, there shouldn't be such a creature on Kalimdor!" Malfurion commented as he ran to the fallen mount and checked to confirm it wasn't a deadly injury. The druid used a little spell to make the wound heal faster, but decided to leave the cat here." We are not far from the glade now, follow me." He explained and started running, feeling concerned that more beasts might be lurking around here.

	"Gronar, you knew what these things were... where did they come from?!"

	[u][b]Draven, Location: Mountain(Mysterious Staircase).- [/b][/u] The dragon's expression was neutral as he observed hte mortal creature in front of him. It carried the stentch of the fel, it was using fel energies for sure. He nodded when a name was given, so this Draven was a warlock. The dragon just looked at him with his eyes, eyes filled with power and quite a bit of wisdom to them. Among dragons he could be seen as some of the younger ones, especially for the position he was holding right now. He nodded and smiled at the human." Well, can't say it's exactly well met, but it's decently met... I guess?" The dragon replied, ignoring the scale pun." You may call me Korialstrasz, mortal." The dragon stated as he took a few steps to cricle around the human, studying him. Draven would be able to sense the magical fluctuations being clearly let out, the dragon wasn't even hiding the fact he was using magic to study him.

	"I see... a portal, hhm?" The dragon mused to himself as he studied the energies on Draven. His body carried energies that were somewhat specific and there was usually only one source of them as far as he was aware... The bronze dragonflight dealt with these magical fluctuations he was sensing on the creature, but the bronze dragons never spoke much about what they were doing. The aspect of time kept it's secret. Was it possible this creature was tied to some kind of experiments from the Bronze flock? But the bronze were always very secretive and careful, they wouldn't let out an experiment running amok and then there was the fel energy and the fact he didn't recognize the race of this creature.

	Draven's comment about an imp, made the dragon frown, sure enough... demons." You see, Draven, your presence here is a bit of a problem." The dragon stated and casually returned to hte edge of the stairs." I do not know what manner of creature you are, but... you see, you deal with the Fel." The dragon stated and narrowed his eyes." The Fel shouldn't exist upon this world... your presence is a damnation to it." He stated, but didn't really do anything agressive." You see, problem is, we've been sensing more and more dangerous magical reactions across Kalimdor... and just a few hours prior other fel energies appeared somewhere upon this world." The dragon stated with flat voice." My queen demanded that I bring to her the source of the current anomaly. So here's your choices. You acompany me to meet my queen without you bringing any demons into this world or I make sure you cannot bring anything or even move and then bring you to my queen." Korialstrasz stated with a smile. His queen was naturally the Aspect of Life, Alextrasza.

	[u][b]Fabios, Location: Cenarius's Glade(Dreamworld).- [/b][/u]

	The world where Fabios was currently at wasn't following the laws of reality. Just as he thought of leaving to see his wife and children, he had arrived there in but what amounts to a single step. The house looked like it did in his memory before any tragedy could strike. His family would be there, waiting to him at the gate, their faces covered with smiles and joy at his return. All in all it was an idealic dream, a dream you could lose yourself in if it wasn't for the fact he knew it was just that a dream.

	Still dreams were a fickle thing, unstable and wild, constantly changing and prone to turning into nightmares. Especially for someone like him who had went through so many tragedies in his life. There between his eyes the idealic image of better times in a blink of an eye was replaced by a house ablaze and the bodies strewn about without regard. There were no orcs here anymore, there was just a ruined house and the remains of his family.

	'A life of tragedy... fills my realm.' Suddenly a melodic etherial female voice would reach his ears. Then the dream turned frozen, then it rewinded back to the point where his family was smiling back at him.' What a peculiar creature you are. Tell me, mortal, after all the tragedy in your life, why are you still struggling? Will you ever be able to put it all behind you before your life burns out and find happiness again? Or are you just drifting through life in search of a quick way to die while brining enemies down with you?' The voice asked him with curiosity. There was no way to find the source of the voice, but he will feel it come at him from all sides.

	'Or rather if you could spend eternity, in this moment and relive all the happy moments, would you want to wake up?' The voice once more asked as the dream shimmered and then it was another scene. This was the birth of his child instead.