The next morning, there was quite an assembly in the mess hall. Countless ponies from different species and types, and countless monsters from alternate universes. Grey Storm got an average start, not waking up too early, or sleeping in too late. He left the room, with Thunderwing still asleep, and followed the mass of ponies working their way to the mess hall.
Upon entering the gilded hall, Grey Storm came upon a sight he had never before experienced: there were creatures of every size and species. He recognized the Princesses, but made account of some of the more interesting creatures in the Mess Hall. He saw another human, but he looked far more powerful than Grey Storm. A natural warrior, the man had slightly long white hair, and was wearing his golden battle armor. A blue cape hung from his back, and Gold shoulders rose above it, casting an unrivaled light from them. On his belt, there was a mighty sword, almost perfectly rectangular, save for the golden disk, floating, seemingly replacing a portion of the sword. It, too, casted a massive light. He sat there, his elbows on his knees, looking over the mess hall.
He sat next to another warrior, this one clad in what looked like Ebony. He wore a helm, with great horns rising from the top, as well as from his black shoulders, seeming to emit a blue light. He also had a sword around his waist, very much like that of the golden man next to him, but the golden disk was replaced with a green skull. He seemed to just emit a dark force.
Across from them, Grey Storm couldn't help but notice a massive, hulking figure. His skin was a brick color, and his chest was tattooed. He wore massive tusks as his shoulder guards, one with a skull covering the crown of his left shoulder. He had short tusks coming from his red mouth, and his eyes glowed a menacing yellow. He leaned his head past the golden man, and locked eyes with Grey Storm. He grimaced, as if threatening the hero away, and Grey Storm simply yawned, and continued to observe the mess hall.
There was an enormous man, standing taller than all the others, at least 7' 6", and clad in full body armor. It was all combat green, save for where his face should be, where there was only a bright orange visor, almost amber in color. There wasn't much to him, despite his immense height and the fact that he carried with him a rifle. Grey Storm dismissed him and continued to look around.
A man sat at another table, dressed in full white robes, shining brilliantly. He had long white hair that went down, and disappeared behind his shoulders. He had a staff leaning next to him, made of wood, twisted around a crystal at the top. Predictably, the wood was white.
He walked forward, but ran into the large, brick-skinned creature.
He looked down at him, and Grey Storm noticed his nose ring, a dim silver. "Watch your step, human." He grunted in malice, as he shoved him aside. Grey Storm ran into a wall, but was unphased. He continued walking, but came face to face with another odd creature.
He wasn't human, that much was sure, but he was humanoid. When he hunched, which he did most of the time, he was about Grey Storm's height, but his skin was a bright blue. His face was painted red and white, and massive tusks jutted from his mouth. His hair was bright red, spiked up in a Mohawk. He wore what could only be described as bagpipes on his back, but instead of the horn bits, there were poles, with masks jutted onto the top. His hands had only three fingers, and his feet, two toes. He wore a glaive, made up of two scimitars, on his back.
"Don't mind him," He said to Grey Storm, "He's always like dat, mon." he then continued after him.
"Lad!" He heard an oldish voice coming from the man in the golden armor. He looked at him, and the warrior, with an aged yet somewhat holy face, beckoned him toward the table. "Come sit."
Grey Storm Sat down next to him, and the warrior introduced himself, "The name's Tirion. Tirion Fordring. How do you do, lad?"
"Pretty good, I guess." Grey Storm replied, "I'm Grey Storm."
"Nice to meet you, Grey Storm." Tirion said, "What business do you have in Equestria?"
"Meh." Grey Storm explained, "I was just being pursued by a hero and a villain, and was chased here from my world."
"Oh. I'm just here waiting for the poll to decide my role in Warlords of Draenor."
"Hm?"
"Oh, it's nothing. What world are you from?"
"Earth."
"Ah, Earth. I'm familiar with it. You should go over there. Those two would like to meet you, I'm sure." Tirion pointed, and at another table, there were two men. They wore normal clothes, but were almost opposite in their body types. The one on the right was a large, chubby, ginger man, with a good bushy beard, and glasses. The man on the left was completely different, a skinny, black haired man with a well kept chin, untouched by hair. He wore no glasses. The two seemed to be the best of friends.
"Okay, Tirion." Grey Storm said. He got up, walked over, ignoring Tirion's "Farewell, traveler", and sat next to the Ginger.
"Hey." he said monotonely, drawing his attention. The man looked at him, then froze. His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open.
He nudged his neighbor, and said quietly, "Hey, Eric, look who it is."
The other man leaned forward, and looked at him. His face did quite the same, and Grey Storm heard the ginger man wheeze, trying to laugh.
"What?"
"It's time we get to know each other, Grey Storm." The larger man said.
"How do you know my name?"
The skinny one said, quite dramatically, "Because we created you."