Arrival
"I said this was a bad Idea." Mjoll complained, cursing her husband's curiosity.
"Yesss, I can sssee that now..." Frei hissed, his lizard-like eyes flickering back and forth in the darkness. They carried on walking down the corridor. "Yol Toor Shul!" Frei shouted, putting his entire being into the Thu'um. The small group of Druagr that were milling around in the darkness suddenly burst into flames as the wall of fire he produced flew into their midst.
"Show-off..." Mjoll said cheerily as she nudged Frei in the ribcage. "Now, lets get going before more of their friends wake up. They continued down the corridor until they reached a door. Frei put his hand up to it, feeling for any kind of magical trap. It was clear so he pushed it open. Then all hell let loose as a gang of necromancers let go of the spell they were channelling. The spell hit Frei and Mjoll, but just before it claimed them, they saw a little pink horse fly through the walls of the corridor, knocking them through the hole she created.
"Come on, come on, just a little more..." Netherstride growled as he fitted his bowstring. He managed to produce a sort of strangled cheer as he finally fitted it. His vocal cords protested at the sudden burst of noise, and he once again cursed The Lich King to burn for an eternity, even though he was already doing so. "Now, where did them two idiots run off to..." He muttered as he looked around for his strange friends. Just then he heard a cheer from further into the city. "Ugh, please say they haven't found the beer again..." He flipped a switch on his keyring and his Gyrocopter appeared. He climbed up into the pilot's seat and flew into the city, knowing that if he didn't get there fast enough, bad things would happen. "Oh shit..." He said as he saw his friends, obviously drunk as rats, stood on top of Grommash Hold. He flew over as fast as he could, but his friends had already jumped off. He called his giant owl over, and instructed it to catch the smaller of the two. He flew over to the larger, only just getting there in time to grab him with his grappling hook. He had just managed to drag him over to the smallest of the three, when the earth shattered beneath them, and they fell through a hole previously occupied by a little pink horse.
"Boom, Headshot!" Mordecai yelled as he put a sniper round through another bandit's head. He had been happily carving his way through this bandit camp for the past half-hour, making steady progress. "Get 'em Blood!" He said, charging his pet Rakk with his explosive artefact and releasing him. Bloodwing dived towards an unseen enemy, and there was a satisfying explosion of human parts and entrails as he mauled the poor bandit. Mordecai whooped with elation as another bandit fell prey to his sniper rifle. He went to collect the spoils of his raid, and found much more money than he had expected. He gathered up the cash and rounds, ignoring the beaten-up guns the bandits had been using. He went back outside of the camp, but just before he got to his runner the ground opened up beneath him, swallowing him whole. He swore he saw something small and pink blast past his face while he was falling.
"Ugh, you okay Mjoll?" Frei asked, feeling around for his wife. He managed to find her, and he sat up and pulled her into a hug. "I thought we were going to die in there..." He said as his wife sobbed into his chest. She was terrified by the whole thing, and especially the thought of losing her husband. They sat there together until she let go of him. Frei looked around, trying to see what's happening. "Laas Yah Nir." He whispered, revealing all life around him. "Don't move." He hissed, looking at the four signatures surrounding them. One was at least 7 feet tall, and it was slouching. Another had a faded signature, and parts weren't there at all. The last one of the first trio had a very odd signature, glowing blue instead of the usual red. The fourth was about 15 feet away, with a strange gap in the signature. The one with the faded signature started to speak.
"You two in the bush, I know where you are. Stay perfectly still or the other person nearby will kill you." He said, warning us, motioning towards the fourth signature. He slowly reached behind him to the taller signature. He took something off the other signature and hurled it at the fourth signature. It seemed to knock the weapon out of his hands. "Come out and we won't kill you!" The stranger said. The fourth signature yelped as his rifle went flying.
"What the hell was that?!" He said, almost jumping out of his skin. "Yeesh, if we're gonna not kill each other, we might as well go out into that clearing over there." He said walking towards the clearing. The three others followed, and Frei picked Mjoll up and carried her to the clearing. She had fallen asleep as they sat still trying to avoid death, the near-death experience had realy taken its toll on her. As Frei entered the clearing he couldn't believe what he was seeing. A zombie wearing a full suit of chain mail, he was the one who had spoken. The tallest of the group had blue skin and a pair of tusks jutting from his mouth. He was wearing metal plate armour, with a battleaxe and a warhammer on his back. The third, the one with the blue signature had piercing blue eyes that glowed, and had a pair of katana on his belt. The fourth had a leather mask on with goggles over the top, with what seemed to be normal clothes covering the rest of his body. He was carrying a strange looking device with a telescope on the top. Frei's appearance stunned them, as his Daedric armour glowed with an unnatural red light. He set Mjoll down against a tree so he could take off his helmet. The zombie and the camp-looking one both removed theirs. The zombie had all its facial features in the right place, and his hair was still attached. The camp-looking one had incredibly pale skin which accentuated his striking blue hair and eyes even more. The one with the odd contraption simply said "I ain't taking my mask off.". They all looked over to Frei in shock as he removed his helmet to reveal deep red scales and spines on a very reptilian face. The group then started explaining how they had all ended up together, and they talked long into the evening.
It was morning, and having learned about their particular situations, the group set off in search of civilisation. Frei was talking to Winnor, the troll. Mordecai had become good friends with the other hunter in the group, Netherstride. Mjoll was happily talking to Netherdoomer, the camp-looking elf. They had all become good friends surprisingly fast. As they reached another clearing, a dragon landed in front of them. They all drew their weapons, knowing that dragons, no matter where they are, mean trouble. Winnor and Frei stood at the front of the group, Winnor having switched out his weapons and armour for something more heavy duty. Mjoll and Netherweaver stood behind them, drawing their weapons and preparing for a fight. Netherstride and Mordecai stood at the back, Netherweaver nocked an arrow and drew, and Mordecai sighted his rifle on the dragon's eye. Netherstride then touched a small switch on his heavily modified helmet and music flooded his ears. Frei and Winnor both charged at the same time, and the rest of them started laying into the dragon. As the beast collapsed after a few minutes of beating on it, its corpse started to go up in flames. Frei sighed as the soul of the dragon was absorbed into him. The group then looted all the things from the dragon, but it worked differently for each universe so they got triple the loot. They continued on, and as they reached the edge of the forest, they were confronted by a very weird sight. There, right in front of them was a small pink horse. It's mane was incredibly curly and it didn't trot around, but bounced. It bounced over to them and shouted to a group of similarly weird horse things.
"Guys, I found them!"