A/N: For the record I will be using aliases for my wow friends, but feel free to bug me if you play wow, I'm Sheoth or Christofe, Horde side on Draka.
"Gus, I've always wondered why It takes three people to make a summoning portal?" Queried the Pandaren shaman.
"I don't know Tom, care to explain how one day you were an Orc and the next you're a furry drunk?" Retorted Sheoth, the Undead warlock.
"What crawled up you and died Gus?" Asked Jon, the Blood elf paladin.
"Jon I've been over this before, I'm dead and I'm pissed."
"You've been dead for like eight years Gus, and we already killed the Lich King. I think its time you found an outlet for your anger." Tom explained.
"I have an outlet."
"And whats that?" Jon asked.
"I light myself on fire and mass murder things." (Hellfire Jokes, hehe)
"Cause thats healthy…" Jon muttered.
"Shove it and focus on the damn portal, the Alliance is going to tap the boss if we don't hurry."
Tom, Jon, and Sheoth had been in the Valley of the Four Wind when the tell-tale signs of the Saurok War-band appeared. Jon had been having a drinking contest with an already inebriated Jinyu. Tom had been fruitlessly waiting for a visit from a ghostly fisherman. Sheoth, to his credit, had been doing something productive. He had been harvesting his Songbell plants while hitting on Ella the local shy Pandaren woman.
The three of them were now standing out of Galleon's range. How the giant beast being ridden by an army of Sauroks hadn't noticed them, they didn't know… or care really. What was really irking them was the absence of the aptly named "Lock Closet." Sheoth threw his decayed hands into the air in frustration.
"Why on all of Azeroth does the all mightily Blizzard hate our happiness!" Cried Sheoth.
"Lets move over allittle and try again," Suggested Tom.
The group strafed slightly closer to the beast and began the ritual again. The green tear in space and time started to glow brighter. The three smiled at the small victory. Their smiles faded quickly when they heard a familiar shout to their left. "Loot and Pillage!" Called the leader of the war-band. The great beast turned and prepared to fire its main cannon at the group.
The three guild mates started to sweat as the black portal began to pull itself from the ground. The blast from the cannon went off with a great boom as it struck the ground behind them. The ritual had been completed for the most part but as Sheoth fell the raw fel energy flew out and pulled him into the Twisting Nether.
Sheoth called out with his last breath, "I blame you, Tooooooooooom!"
Jon and Tom quickly returned to site of their death. After reclaiming their bodies they began summoning the remainder of the group. Fortunately, they managed to get everyone there, buffed, and kill the boss without a hassle. Soon after Tom and Jon sat in the halfhill inn when something dawned on them.
"What the fuck happened to Gus?"
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Warm. Sheoth felt warmth throughout his body as he lay broken on the ground. Somehow the blast had knocked him into his own portal like some apprentice mage still learning to blink properly. Now he felt warm all over. His mind was becoming more lucid rapidly. To an Undead feelings of both the emotional and physical kind are very minimal. Thus, to an Undead, being warm meant only one thing.
"I'M ON FIRE!" Screamed Sheoth.
Sheoth shot up from his prone position and looked his body over. As he looked he became very perplexed. He was not, in-fact, on fire. His robes and other warlock related items and clothing we completely intact. Well… as intact as Undead clothes get. Sheoth could still feel the warmth across his body though. He remembered a specific item from his painfully dull days of archeology. Sheoth stripped his visible clothing off and activated the Highborne Mirror.
He was stunned by the sight before him. The ghostly image of himself looked nothing like he had before. His skin and muscle had returned and no bones stuck from his body. He was horribly lithe and his eyes had returned as well but remained a sickly yellow color. The claws on his hands had returned to simple fingers and he no longer slouched with his exposed spine.
He noticed that not all had changed though. His hair stayed blue and hung around his head. He retained the few scares he had on his pale grey skin of his body. His teeth remanded point and his heart remained still in his chest. Sheoth suddenly became very aware that he could actually smell things now. Before all he could smell was the faint scent of decay as his body slowly rotted away but now he could neither taste or smell the decay. He saw a near living body, felt the warmth on his skin, smelled the nature around him, and tasted the slightly chilled air. Sheoth was over come with real joy for the first time since he dragged himself out of the sepulcher he had been left in. He started to laugh uncontrollably.
Sheoth gasped as he heard his voice return to its former tone. No longer was his voice gravelly and menacing but slightly deep and soothing as it had been in life. He laughed again before returning to his shocked state. Now even his emotions returned. Before, all he had in his mind was rage and hate. Now he had Happiness, shock, and… worry. His mind began to race with thoughts about his returned feeling. If he could be happy, then he could be sad. If he could feel warmth, then he feel pain. This did not sit well with one who had learned to live without emotions but it seemed that the positives out weighed the negatives.
Sheoth looked though his magical bags to retrieve his clothes. He quickly found his transmogrified armor. He had always favored the look of the armor he had earned from his time in the Titan City of Ulduar. Now though he felt he needed to show off his new body. He searched around for the only slightly exposing clothes he had, a very stylish tuxedo and monocle combo with a diamond cane. The legs below the knee and the elbows were still frayed and torn. For the most part the tux was quite stylish.
Sheoth strolled through the woods with a spring in his step and a smile on his face. Eventually he came upon a road. To his left he could see a large castle and city on the side of a mountain and to his right he could see a small village. Sheoth stopped and pondered his situation for a moment.
'Clearly I'm not on Azeroth anymore. If I were I would have had to fight my way out of that forest instead of walking out like I own it. Hmmm, I can honestly say I am okay with this. Besides the others can get along without me."
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"OH SWEET CHEEZUS!" Screamed Jon as he was made into a humanoid rag-doll.
"WHERE IS GUS WHEN WE NEED HIM!" Screeched Tom as he reincarnated.
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'Yeah, they're fine.'
Sheoth strolled into the small town of Ponyville. He had spent three straight minutes laughing at the name before entering. He noticed the population was entirely human or so it seemed. Some of the people bore wings of varying color on their backs, some levitated items with their hands, and one mountain of a man lifted an obscene amount of apple crates above his head. Sheoth chuckled slightly and looked at the serenity around him.
'These people have probably never seen an Undead before.'
Sheoth walked past the stand where the newly dubbed "Mountain" was holding the crates. The monstrous brute nearly dropped his load when he looked at Sheoth. Behind him a blond girl wearing a dusty hat noticed "Mountain" stumble slightly. She followed his gaze to Sheoth and gasped before calling out.
"Excuse me Mister!"
"Yes?" Sheoth asked after he determined she was speaking to him.
"Ya look like ya haven't eaten in weeks!" She exclaimed.
Sheoth looked down at his skinny form and shrugged at the girl.
"Nuhuh, Ah'm not havin' that. Ah'm takin' ya to see Rarity about yer clothes, then to Fluttersha to take a look at ya, and then your comin' home with me to have dinner. Big Mac! Watch the stand." Big Mac nodded in response and set his load back down. He continued to watch as the blond woman pulled him away.
"Whats yer name sugarcube?"
"Gustus Sheoth… but, Uh, most people call me Gus or Sheoth." Sheoth stared at the girl before him.
"Well, mah names Applejack partner, but you can call me AJ."
Applejack continued to drag Sheoth towards their destination. While doing so she explained about her five friends around Ponyville. She specifically mentioned how her friend Pinkie Pie would be jealous that she met the new person first. Like most Journeys, Theirs ended at a build AJ described as "Carousel Boutique." They entered the shop and Sheoth was struck by what he saw. Around him were some of the most masterful combinations of Tailoring and Jewelcrafting he had ever seen. Having mastered both arts himself he marveled at the ability of the creator.
"Welcome to Carousel Boutique where everything is, Oh hello Applejack and who is…" The woman AJ had described as Rarity stopped and gasped at Sheoth. "Darling, what has happened to you!"
She rushed to Sheoth and began dragging him further into the store before depositing him on a very comfortable couch. She looked at him again before clutching the shoulder of his jacket and inspecting it. Her eyes lit up and she looked back into his.
"Darling… who made these clothes?"
"I, Uh, I did." Sheoth stammered after being scrutinized.
"Why, these are marvelous even if they have been tattered. You must teach me your secrets." Rarity's eyes sparkled with interest.
Sheoth simply stood and walked over towards a table where he had noticed some supplies. He motioned for Rarity to come over while AJ sat and viewed from afar. He set to work as soon as he got the nod from Rarity. Sheoth's fingers acted like his magic, a chaotic force to be reckoned with. Rarity stood with her mouth agape as she watch him work and in no time he had not only crafted himself a new epic purple shirt (See what I did there) but also, completed a of black pants with matching black shoes.
Sheoth smiled at the fashionista's expression, but he was nowhere near done yet. He strode over to a chest filled with gems. He plucked out two Amethysts and returned to the bench before pulling out his jeweler's kit. He removed his monocle and using some metal and settings he turned it into a set of frames. He cut the amethysts into a pair of lenses and set them in the frames.
Sheoth left the room and a flabbergasted Rarity behind. AJ whistled as she stood and walked over to Rarity. AJ waved her hand in front of Rarity's face before clicking her tounge and shaking her head. By now Sheoth reentered the room with his new clothes on and the best shit-eating grin he could muster. Rarity pivoted on her heels to face him.
"Darling those clothes were much too big for you when you left! But… now they fit you perfectly!"
"It's because of all the magic I poured into them. It makes them form fitting… as long as you can get them on in the first place."
Rarity stared at him before her gaze softened and she gave him a sultry smile. Sheoth's face went from smug satisfaction to genuine fear.
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Precisely one hour and thirty-four minutes later AJ and Sheoth exited Carousel Boutique. Sheoth had no idea whether he should be happy or very afraid after Rarity offered him a job. AJ was laughing at his plight by now almost forgetting his malnourish and pale appearance. She quickly righted herself and pulled him towards Fluttershy's cottage. The trip was mostly quiet until AJ decided to question him.
"So, where ya from Gus?"
"Trisfal Glades."
"…Where?"
"It's pretty far away."
"What did ya do for ah livin'?"
"Does adventurer count as a job?"
AJ chuckled, "Ah don't rightly know. What about your tailorin' and that way ya cut them gems?"
"Side interests mostly, one of those, 'it's easier to get what you need if you make it yourself things' I guess. I can do first aid, cook, and fish with best of them too."
AJ nodded as they walked up to the cottage door. AJ rapped on the door and the muffled sounds of movement. Pink hair and a single eye peeked out of the door. The girl behind noticed AJ and opened the door with a smile. That was until she noticed the thin and pale man behind her. She sucked in a massive amount of air in one gasp before dragging him into the homey cottage.
'I'm beginning to see a reoccurring theme here.'
"Oh my goodness! What happened to you! You're so pale, did you lose a lot of blood? Have you been eating right? Of course not you're so thin like you haven't been eating at all!" The pink haired avian was in a tizzy over Sheoth. AJ stood to the side and just shook her head as she introduced and explained.
"You shoulda seen 'im at Rarity's, Shy, an' on the way over here. He walks around like it doesn't affect him at all."
Fluttershy looked at the man and reached up to pull his glasses off. She looked into his yellow eyes. She had only ever seen eyes like that in the wolves she cared for, but she knew them well. Those were they eyes of a predator. She placed his glasses back on and reached to lift up his shirt. She placed her hand on his heart and felt the chill on his skin. Her eyes widened and she almost jumped back but his own hand gently pressed to the top of hers. She relaxed slightly as they looked at each other.
"Shy? Somethin wrong?"
"N-no, he's fine for the most part," She looked at Sheoth, "He should eat something though."
"Alright, well, he's comin' to eat at our house tonight. We'll make sure he's well fed."
AJ and Shy said their goodbyes and AJ made for the door. Sheoth close behind when a soft hand gripped his own. He turned back to the timid caretaker who locked eyes with him.
"You're going to have to tell them soon. You can't hide something like that for long," Shy was barely above a whisper.
"I know… I lived without emotion for a long time, and now I'm just scared of what they'll think of me." He whispered back.
"If it makes you feel better at all… I'm sorry."
Sheoth patted the shy girl on the head with a smile before leaving.
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Sheoth sat back after stuffing himself with various apple based foods. The last time he had eaten this much he had literally just killed a group of dwarves and cannibalized them. This was infinitely less morbid but equally filling. Sheoth couldn't remember the last time he could really taste something but this meal was possibly the most amazing thing he had ever tasted.
"So ah been wonderin' something' Gus. Aren't adventurers loaded, ya know if they live." AJ asked causing Applebloom to perk up.
"You were an adventurer!" The little girl's smile could have melted the coldest of hearts.
"Well, I've got quite a bit of gold if thats what you mean."
"How much is, 'quite a bit,' mister?" Asked Big Mac.
"Somewhere over one-hundred thousand," Sheoth looked at the shocked faces before him, "Is that a lot?"
"Sugarcube… do you know how money works here?" Sheoth shook his head, "Ok… Its like this, ah copper Bit is one, ah silver Bit is one-hundred, and, uh, One gold is… ten-thousand."
"Oh… so your saying… I'm loaded," They nodded at him, "neat."
"So, why do ya look like yer half dead and livin' on the street."
"I always just slept in an inn or passed out in a tavern, to be brutally honest, and I never had much use for gold other that materials." The Apples looked at Sheoth in disbelief. Big Mac couldn't help but start chuckling.
"Ah like this guy." Stated the chortling hulk.
Sheoth helped clean up dinner with the Apples. After everything was clean AJ retrieved a blanket and a pillow before directing Sheoth to BIg Mac's room. Sheoth patted down his makeshift bed on the floor. Big Mac took his place in his own bed. Sheoth laid there and started to wonder about what happened today.
'This place is so different from Azeroth. So far nothing has tried to eat me or purge my existence. Yeah, I'm gonna like it here."
A/N: So, a lot has been going on here on the homefront. Between WoW, Family, and etc, I've been very busy. Not to mention my minor block on Paradox's story. Anyway I figured if I was playing WoW anyway a crossover might be good.