Beyond the Nether

[Maegannon]

((Sorry, I totally couldn't help myself. Rik transfered Gralin yesterday to Sentinels to give us some stuff and money for our baby hordies, and since Gralin was created on TN.. I.. well..))

"Hey, Foambeard, wake up! Yer droolin on me bar!" The surly bartender poked the silver bearded dwarf that was slumped over drunkenly, snoring.

The little man stirred, lifting his sticky face up, his blue eyes glazed and confused.

"Wha.. where am I?"

"Yer in Ironforge, ye old koot. Ye've been here for nearly a week. Get up and out witch'a. Yer tab's closed till ye ken pay it."

"Ironforge? How'd I get here?" The man furrowed his brow, looking around. "Last I remember I was sleepin in me' house in Stormwind, gettin ready fer me wife's trial"

"HA! House in Stormwind! Wife! That's funny. Ye' know you dun' gots no wife, Foambeard. Ye ken barely afford ta' sleep in me inn, their ain't no swanky house in no human town for the likes of ye. Now, out witch'a, I've gots payin customers ta' tend to!"

The silver haired dwarf blinked. "Heh, very funny. Now tell me how I got meself here."

"I did, ye lazy ramrear. Now go git yeself some money before ye come back again"

"Ramrear! Do ye know who yer speakin' to lad? I am Gralin Silverbeard, High priest of the trinity, Memb'r o' First Legion!"

"Sure ye are, Foambeard, an' me real name be Arthas Menethil. Git out before I call the city guards ta throw ye out." the innkeep turned to a nearby patron and twirled his finger next to his temple.

"LOOK HERE! I'M TELLIN YE. I AIN'T NUTS, STOPPIT!" The disheveled dwarf slid off his barstool and put both fists in the air "I DUNNA KNOW WHO THIS FOAMBEARD BE, ME NAME IS SILVERBEARD!"

"GUARDS!"

"'Sa problem here boys? Oh its just old Foambeard. Come'on witcha Nilarg, its time ta be movin on. I hear them folks in Anvilmar be needin some assistance wit them pesky ice trolls. I'm sure they'd be glad ta' spotcha a few copper ta pay yer tab."

"ME NAME AIN'T FOAMBEARD!"

"Sure it be. Now come before we've ta escourt ye out of the city again. We loves ye, ye old drunk, but tha' king gets a might cranky when ye start disruptin the city wit yer raintin'."

Gralin sighed, letting the guard tug him out of the city. He'd show them.. he'd go find Palyu or Cid, and the whole mess would be cleared up in no time..

[Ninorra]

((..does that make Mae single??))

[Maegannon]

((lmao.. technicaly, though I dunno if she knows it yet ;x))

[Ninorra]

((Now she's free to stalk Skafloc!))

[Maegannon]

"What'cha mean, ye ain't heard of no First Legion?" Gralin boggled, eyeing the Stormwind city guard with confusion. "First Legion! Palyu.. Cid.. Tralala.. Ye dunna know of the greatest defenders of the Alliance?"

"I'm sorry sir, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Mad, all of ye. Fine. I'll just go visit me wife then."

The silver haired priest wandered quietly towards the stockades, the secure stockades, hands in his pockets. Since leaving Ironforge, he had found his home locked, his bank account empty, and his Riding saber and Old Ram missing. Even Koda, Maegannon's obnoxiously rambunctious riding saber was no where to be found.

He had tried contacting his friends through his hearthstone. Nothing. Heidenreich, Abusive, Thunderbelly, Distructive, Healtrain.. it all seemed as if none of his boys even exsisted.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, I'm here to visit me wife, Maegannon."

"Maegannon.. Maegannon.. no, there is no one in our cells by that name."

"What?"

"There are no Dwarves here named Maegannon"

"Nono, she's a night elf, a druid."

"Why would we imprisson a night elf? Lady Tyrande is more then capable of punishing her kind should the need arise."

"Because she was accused o' killin 4 orphans."

"That's horrible! There are no child killers here. They're executed on the spot"

"WHAT?"

"I said.. there is no one here that is a convicted child murderer. They are hung."

"SHE WASN'T CONVICTED, JUST ACCUSED!"

"Well, I'm sorry, there is NO Maegannon in here. If she's a night elf, I'd try asking in Darnassus."

"Yes.. yes, I'll go talk to her mum.."

[Maegannon]

"I'm sorry Master Dwarf, there is no priestess within my order by the name of Alathea Snowfall. There is a Makel Snowfall, an old retired fisherman, whom lives in Ashenvale forrest.. and there was an Alathea Duskbreaker, a highborn long since left these lands with her own people. Are either of these the people you seek?" Lady Tyrande looked upon the disheveled dwarf with sad eyes.

Gralin blinked. The world was falling down around his ears, and yet had not changed at all. He was going to lose his mind if he didn't find his wife soon.

"So yer tellin' me tha' Makel n' Alathea were never married?"

"Married, oh I would think not! A user of fell magics and a fisherman?" The pretty elf looked at the dwarf with confusion. "Why would Makel stoop to such levels?"

"'Cos.. I remember'm bein married. 'Cos they had'mselves a Daughter, a talented little druidess named Maegannon. The woman I married not but three years ago." He took a deep breath.

"A Dwarf marry a Kaldorei? That's silly. Besides, I've never heard of this.. Maegannon. Are you alright, Master Dwarf? I'm fully aware of all Kaldorei Druids within the Circle, and I've never heard of this.. Maegannon. I am sorry, Master Dwarf. I cannot help you. If you are bound and determened to find this mystery woman of yours, Perhaps the Cenarions can assist you."

The ground felt very far away.

"Yea, sure.. Cenarions."

[Maegannon]

((haha cause thats what Skaf needs, more hussies!))

[Maegannon]

"Are you insane, or drunk?"

Gralin sighed. "No I ain't drunk. Look, I'm tellin ye, me name's Gralin, and I'm lookin' fer me wife. She be a druid, one 'o tha' best in'er group.. she even spent some time bein' ambassador to Stormwind for you folks."

The purple haired druid just laughed. A female tauren lumbered by, peering with curiosity at the dwarf.

"Right then.. so I must be insane. I was never married to no elf named Maegannon Snowfall. I ain't never been trained by three separate worshipers o' tha' light.. an me name ain't Silverbeard at all, it be Foambeard." The dwarf blinked, then sat down and put his meaty fists into his face. With a heavy sob, he began to cry.

[clys]

((Hehe, I love it, neat idea))

[Maegannon]

((Sometimes, my strange mind comes up with oddities that work! *hugs Clys* welcome back by the way ;) ))

The old, blue haired fisherman peered at the dwarf suspiciously. His right ear twitched, usually a good sign about a person. "So you want me to tell you what I know about Alathea Duskbreaker? Of course I remember her.. I loved her, but that was a hundred life-times ago... " The gruff man sighed, sitting down on his front stoop next to the Dwarf. "Could I ask you why you're curious?"

"Yer gunna think me insane."

"Try me."

Gralin sighed, "Coz I think I might'a been sent here from another dimension..musta pissed off tha' wrong person er sommat, coz where I'm from, ye've been married ta' Alathea fer as long as time itsself, least' how it always seemed ta me."


Makel Snowfall blinked, furrowing his aging brow at the little silver man. "You're right, I do think you're insane. Not that I don't believe you.. just that it seems a little far fetched. I always loved that woman, but she wouldn't have a thing to do with me, being 'Below her Station in Life'. You see, she was a highborn, a member of Queen Aszhara's inner court. I'm just a fisherman. I was trained in combat skills by the Sentinels many.. many years ago, but men are hardly allowed to join the army, especially not in later years. We're not exactly.. trusted.."

""S what I thought. I'm sorry fer wastin yer time, Makel."

"Hold on there little priest, I never said you were wasting my time.. All I have is time, or actually, no not anymore, but even still... " Makel put his hand on Gralin's shoulder. " If you say that I married Alathea, then I believe you. There are far stranger things in this world... a lot of them I've seen with my own two eyes. Tell me, what relevance is all this to a Dwarf?"

Gralin liked this Makel. He had only wished that the Makel he knew had been this warm when he first met him. "Yer daughter. Where I'm from, ye've got a Daughter wit' skin nearly as fair as a humans, an' hair the color o' pure snow. She's as gentle as a flower, with a fiery streak a mile long..."

"Maegannon"

Gralin twisted his head to look at the tall fellow, supprise and confusion written all over his face. "How'did.. ifin.. "

Makel smiled sadly, "Because thats what I would have named her, had I been lucky enough to have a daughter with Alathea Duskbreaker. I would have trained her to be a Sentinel, if she was built for such skills.. " Makel closed his eyes, as if drawing the image of this unborn daughter in his mind.

"She was a druid, one 'o tha youngest ever branded a full fledge druid 'o tha claw.. sent away from moonglade ta do good deeds at just tha' tender age o' 300. Tha's when I met her." Gralin took a deep breath, "An' marrired her."

He squeezed his blue eyes shut and waited. He waited for something, anything, maybe to be punched in the face. When the fist never came, he popped open one eye to pear at the man that should be his father in law. Makel was grinning.

"Obviously you must love this Daughter of mine from another world, if you'd face coming here to talk to me about her. I know the other me probably didn't accept you all to readily into his family.. " he chuckled, "I doubt I'd accept anyone as being good enough for her."

Gralin felt the pressure float away, and he chuckled for the first time in almost a week. "No sir, ye disowned her fer marryin' outside her status, an' race.. but only fer about three years er so. Then ye fergave her, cos I stuck me staff in yer nose and told ye ta git over it."

Makel Snowfall chuckled at the dwarf, clasping an arm around his shoulders. "Come on inside, Gralin Silverbeard, and I'll cook you some lunch. Maybe with full stomachs we can figure out what happened to you, or atleast get you set in the right direction."

[Itakae]

((:) I love it!))

[Maegannon]

((*Cracks knuckles* Just so you know, I didn't forget about this.. just .. got busy doin other things! Lemme see if I can pick it back up where I left off))



The blue haired Kaldorei and the Silver haired dwarf were an odd sight. One tall and well muscled, the other stout and balding. The oddity of it all was the very fact that the two walked directly into a Quel'dorei settlement, the one of the few still standing.

The High Elves living in the area were used to Dwarves. They shared their Hinterlands home with the Wildhammers. They were used to Kaldorei traipsing about occasionally, but the two races were not usually together, and never such an odd contrasting pair.

"Whom is in charge here?" The night-haired Night Elf asked, his voice deep, clear, and full of determination.

"Why I am" A golden haired huntress stepped forward, her bow in hand, just in case. "My name is Ana, and whom might you be?"

"My name," The Kaldorei began, "Is Makel Snowfall. My companion with me is Gralin Silverbeard. We are here to seek information about a highborn women named Alathea Duskbreaker."

The pretty elf looked upwards at the Kaldorei with raised eyebrows. "Why do you seek a long-dead noble?"

"Yeh won't believe me ifin we toldja." The blue eyed dwarf said from behind the tall Kaldorei male.

"Oh, I'm sure I won't.. but I've heard a few whoppers in my day. Try me" She smiled at the dwarf. They might be short, and kind of smelly, but Ana had always held a fondness for the race and their steadfastness.

Makel chuckled.

"We be lookin fer a long dead Alathea, becos she be tha' mother o' me wife."

Ana blinked. "Wait.. what?"

"See.. I toldja."

"Gralin is from a separate reality. Its a bit much to explain, but if you're willing to give us a minute.. I think I can cover it fairly easily." Makel grinned at the golden haired Ana. " I can assure you, my lady, we are not insane."

Ana blinked, looking from one man to the other. The two looked back with serious, albeit amused, faces."Alright.. come in. I think I need to be sitting down for this one."

[Maegannon]

"So you're telling me that you woke up one day, and weren't where you were when you went to bed? That you're married to a Kaldorei Druid.. " Ana pointed towards Makel," Whom is HIS Daughter, and yet she doesn't seem to exist in this world. So you need informaton about a woman who died nearly 10,000 years ago, because she should be HIS wife, and the mother of yours?"

"Pretty much, yea."
"Nailed it on tha head, lass"

"Okay... I suppose I've heard weirder. I'd tell you the best place for information would be Silvermoon, but they're not to kind on Alliance members just walking on in. Something about Mana addictions and humans being racist. I don't know, really, but I'd advice you not go there. In fact, I'd say go visit our cousins in Loch Modan or Winterspring first. If you two are really brave, and I can see that you are, I'd go as far to say to visit our outpost in the plague lands. I'm sure SOMEONE has a book or two on family trees. There never was a whole slew of Noble families to begin with, maybe a few hundred or so."

"Go to the plague lands then?" Gralin looked at the pretty blonde elf and smiled

"Go to the plague lands"

"Whelp, thank ye kindly, Lass. Pops? Lessgo!"