Klinderas had been walking along the same path for days now, completely unsure of where he was. Every time he traveled to different dimensions he came across the same damn problem of this foggy, cold, and unending road he had decided to call “Fate’s Road.”
Suddenly, the world changed around him. A new dimension for him to explore! Klinderas grinned, happy with the prospect of something new.
Surrounding him seemed to be a large, thick forest, with trees each so large that an elf could have made several homes among the tree’s branches. The ground was covered in a thick blanket of moss and rich dirt, so rich that Klinderas had never seen earth that healthy before.
In the distance, he could see the beginning of the forest, and what seemed to be golden plains that rolled on forever. Klinderas smiled at the prospect of new lands to explore, lands that seemed so much like the ones he grew up with on Azeroth.
After five minutes of walking, Klinderas reached the plains, only to be stopped abruptly by a sight he had never seen before; two men, simply standing and facing one another. The first man was short, but stout, and wore great armor plates that covered everything but his head, causing Klinderas to think he was a paladin. His short black hair waved in the breeze rolling around the plains, and on his face was a stoic, possibly silly grin.
The second man was taller, and seemed feral by comparison. His long, green coat was frayed and torn in many places, his brown hair had gone completely wild, and he wore a goatee. What really made Klinderas’ skin crawl was his eyes: they had the look of a feral werewolf, or a large predator.
Both men stood facing one another, not moving. Klinderas waited with baited breath to see what would happen, as neither man had made a move yet. At long last, the paladin spoke to the feral one.
“So dude? You ready?”
The feral one pondered for a minute before responding.
“Yeah, let’s do this.”
Both men then pulled a massive grimoire from behind them, energy sparking at the touch of their fingers. The air took on the smell of ozone as both men held their books in front of them. Energy began to flow from their books into themselves, causing both of them to gain a Green and White glow. Then both of them looked at one another, and thrust forward their finger as if to conjure a most powerful spell.
“Uh oh.” Went the feral one.
“Uh oh.” Went the Paladin.
Both looked up at one another.
“So yeah,” began the feral one, “same problem, Dan?”
“Yeah more or less, Phil. Huh.”
Dan and Phil locked eyes for what seemed a minute. All of a sudden both men scrambled through their grimoires for… something. Whether it was an incantation or not, Klinderas could not tell; but both of them chanted the same words over and over again.
Klinderas simply stared in awe. What a waste of time.
And for what seemed five minutes, both men continued their frantic pace.
Well, to hell with that, thought Klinderas. I’m outta here.
About half a league away, Klinderas simply shook his head; Had either man been on Azeroth, both would be dead in a minute.
All of a sudden, Klinderas heard a giant ‘whump,’ and the Phil person exclaiming:
“GO, MAN-BULL-MONKEY! IT’S HAMMER TIME!”
Klinderas really, really didn’t want to know.