The caverns... They echoed...
The Caverns... They asked...
The darkest reaches of system of caves is perpetually in darkness, the outer fringes merely shaded, but the luminescent purple crystals of the place do little to illuminate more than a few yards ahead of one.
In the inky blackness, things stir. Fears and dreams given shape that rear their ugly heads and strike at those who lose their way into the depths of Azeroth.
Legends, that is all there are. Legends. Tales told 'round dying campfires of the way things used to be, or could be again. That is all there is. So how then, did two groups find their way into these magical, mana-infused caverns that play host to nightmares?
Kel'tira Sunblaze and the Horde
The Blood Elf paladin was striding across the small room, the cramped floor space covered in bits and pieces of parchment, and her footsteps crackled with every other step as she trampled what may or may not have been House financial records.
"They have been gone a week, and nothing! Where? How? Why?"
The smaller figure in the room happened to nod, "Where, how, why..."
Kel'tira Sunblaze continued, "It doesn't matter! Drix, get me the paper that had the latest report in it?"
The small form clanked around the room for a moment, moving carefully around the clutter, and gathered up a sheet of paper bearing nothing more than a printed line, the handwriting neat and clear.
We found them. We found them. I don't know where we are, but we found them. The glow from the crystals is harsh, painful to those who stare at it. We have lost three to the caves and I... I hear them calling me... We don't know how... we got here, not quite. It just... happened. We think because we wanted it enough... The crystals call us into the depths...
With a curse, Kel threw the parchment on the ground, alongside so many other sheets like it, and rose, "Drix. I'm leaving. Tell the Fellowship where I've gone, and..."
She pauses as Drix whirs in the center of the room, "Run a tracking routine. Send them to me if they wish to follow me. Light help them if they do."
"Mistress. Tracking routine implemented. 98.3% chance to send followers to plus/minus one meter."
The paladin nodded, gathering her armor and buckling it on, "Good. I'm following the others."
With that, the paladin stalked towards the door, the entirety of her mind focused on where her missing people had gone.
She doubled over with a cry as she crossed the threshold, retching violently into the sand under her feet.
There wasn't sand in the Sunblaze House.
But then again, she wasn't in the Sunblaze House.
The wreckage scattered around contained everything from everywhere imaginable. The most interesting part of her new environs was the tent snapping in the wind, the red banners flying the sigil of the Horde.
Allaynna Kidrain and the Alliance
The death knight was not happy. That much was abundantly clear to any who walked the streets of Stormwind around her. That much was immediately obvious to any who crossed her path. With a curse, the woman stomped into her small house in the Trade District.
She was, however, in for a very startling surprise.
As she stepped through her doorway, Allaynna Kidrain was struck by a wave of nausea that she immediately equivocated with a portal.
When the death knight straightened from her crouched position, the great broadsword immediately came out of the sheathe across her back, her body relaxed into a fighter's stance.
When no immediate threat presented itself, the death knight rose to her feet, her sword held ready at her side, and stared out at the ocean of sand unlike any she had seen before.
With a groan, she set out towards the shadowed caves in the near distance, ignorant of the scattered wreckage, some bearing Horde insignia, others Alliance, and still others all factions in between.
Drix and the Fellowship
The little robot whirred and hummed busily, sitting in Kel's study where he always did. The door, was, as always, open to any who were looking for Kel. The only difference was the note tacked to the door.
Fellowship: I've gone to investigate something from my House scouts. Drix knows how to find me.
House: Don't bother me, I'm not around. Bother Cyaer, he needs the experience, after all.
And how the darkness writhes and stirs,
How the darkness flails.
And how the night is full of clicks and whirs,
How the night dreams.