Warcraft is Magic

Azok, Badger, Gilda, and Vinny were all back in Canterlot about to give their report to the Princess.

        “My everything hurts,” Azok whined as he layed on the floor beached-whale style.

        “Well you did fly through a building, like twice. Besides, why don't you just heal yourself?”

        “Because magic no work, Badger,” the Elf said before setting his head back down.

        Vinny was just about to speak up when the door burst open revealing a white unicorn in Purple plate armor.  “My name is Captain Shining Armor I have been sent to debrief you on your......mission?  Are you guys okay?”

        “No!” Vinny barked. “I fell sixty five yards and he flew through two buildings; we would very much like to see a medic but we can't so here is our debriefing.  We didn't find shit, but we killed Sloth and those two let there guy get away.” Vinny coughed up some blood into his hand before looking up again. “And ontop of that we don't have magic anymore, so if you will excuse us we're going to go either die or get healed up.”

        Azok and Vinny crawled/hobbled out of the room slamming the door behind them.

        Later, in the infirmary with their injuries healed the two heroes were visited by a rather concerned Goddess of the Sun.

        “Hello you two.” She paused for a second while they moaned the responses. “I received the debriefing from my Captian of the guard and I saw something that concerned me.  It says you don't have magic anymore. Is that true?”

        Azok managed to get some bandages away from his mouth in order to respond, but his full body cast wasn't helping so he just nodded.

        “Well that is troubling news, but I think I may have a solution. However, it may cause more damage than good. Anyway, that can wait for later, now you two get some rest. The hardest tests are coming.”

        It was a day or two before they were well enough to get back on their feet and a couple hours after that before they could start getting ready for whatever the Princess had in store for them.  Near the middle of the third day they were called to the science wing of the castle.

        A small ash gray pony near a story tall microscope motioned them in.  “Hello whatever-you-are’s, my name is Concept and today I'm going to blast you with radiation to see its effect on tumors.” A filly-size mare handed him a clipboard before quickly leaving. “Oh no, my mistake. I’m going to be blasting you with pure magic extract- the tumor person is next week...or was it last week? Bah! Blast you temporal mechanics!”

        “Now if you lay down here I will strap you in and we can begin the radiation test,” the gray pony croaked as he pointed to two operating tables.

        “You said that we were getting magic extract, not radiation.”

        “Excuse me, but who is the scientist here?”

        “You are?”

        “I am?...Oh yes, I am... Now anyway, lay down and we can begin the procedure.” Concept strapped them down to the tables and stuck a needle in each of their arms and attached them to an IV bag.  He began making his way up to the top of the microscope and turned some dials and pushed buttons at seemingly random.  The lenses of the microscope started to shift within the outer casing and the entire thing lurched as it moved till it was pointed at the operation tables. “OK now hold onto your hooves, were going to begin to blast your bodies with magic...or radiation....one of the two.”

        “Why of course, I don't mind a bit.... 3 2 1 GO!” Concept slammed his hoof down on the ignition button sending either pure magical extract or lethal doses of radiation cascading down on the specimens.  After several seconds the machine turned off and Concept looked down and saw two empty tables with small piles of ash in the centres.

        “Damnit, those are the seventh test subjects this week...Igor, fetch that Human thing we have in storage! I want to see if I can teach it to play chess.”

        In fact, Bruce Banner was not killed by the gamma radiation but turned into The Incredible Hulk...wait, wrong story.

        The magic slammed into them, shooting them out of this plane of reality sending them to an unknown place.  The air opened up belching them onto a rough cobblestone platform.  The sounds of cannons could be heard in the air as Azok and Vinny hit their faces off the rocks. They stood up at the edge of the platform and looked up to find none other than the large Horde Gunship filling the sky.

        The massive flying ship bombarded the platform below with gunfire for several minutes.  Almost immediately they heard footsteps and saw General Nazgrim coming up the steps.  He stopped in the center of the platform and huffed. “How did you two peons get up here?”

        “Uhh, we fell from the ship?”

        “Doesn't matter just stand guard, we don't know what could come at us next.”

        The next week passed in a blur of blood and glory as the Horde warmachine swept across the new continent but was stopped in the Jade Forest by the Sha of Doubt- a massive black monster made from the Doubt in the hearts of men.  From there the heroes set out on their own to help the Pandarens fight the various threats that plagued their beautiful land.

        It had been three weeks since the incident in the Jade Forest and Azok and Vinny were relaxing at the Shrine of Two Moons, an ancient Mogen shrine located in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.

        “So, Big Guy, how do you think we're gonna get back?”

        “Don't know. We could try and go back to the the Eye of Eternity, that's where we first got sent.  I heard Malygos is dead, so that will make it allot easier to work there.”

        “Hey, you haven't reset your hearth yet have you?”

        “No.”

        “Well shouldn't it still be set to our old house?”

        “Vin, I don't think it works that way.”

        “Yeah? Well I'd like to try that before we have to fly all the way to Northrend and find that Malygos is still alive.”

        “Fine wana do it on three?” Azok groaned as he grabbed his shield.

        “Sure.”

        “3...2...1.”

        A green aura engulfed them disassembling them and magically whisking them away back to the predetermined location, Home.

(A/N) Hate to say this, but I will wrapping this story up in about 5 to 6 chapters.  Also, I don't want to see people bitch about me not going into a lot on their time in Azeroth it would have been boring and repetitive, GO kill shit then shit being killed GO kill more shit, more shit being killed GO kill more shit than has ever been killed before, more shit killed then was ever killed before.

[... Ineteresting Author’s Note. Either way, chapter’s done.] - MrMinimii