Durotar : King's Calendar Year 634
A large explosion rocks the ground. The blast rips a hole in the fabric of time and space itself, probably Goblin in origin. Out from the swirling vortex of dust and stray tachyons steps Emmons Indiana, beloved protagonist of The Grim Saga, tailed closely by his assistant Jayneway Mirthwhisper."Aw man Jayne, what a crazy adventure. Those Ethereals get downright weird in the Twisting Nether. We always get into so much trouble. I can't believe that void creature almost swallowed that Nethership whole! I mean how did we survive that?!
"Yeah Emmons, I can't wait to go on another one of your trips. They're always so profitable, I mean- if you don't count the healer fees. I can't believe you don't tell anyone about them. I'm sure at least Syreena or Anaie would love to hear about how you spilled the- well, at least Greebo would get a kick out of the story."
"Hush Jay! I'm starting to get my land-legs again and I don't like it. You constant yammering isn't doing much for me either. Emmons needs a stiff chair and an even stiffer drink, and you're driving the Gyrocopter to the Orgrimmar tavern."
Later, at the aforementioned tavern...
"I don't care for what the orcs did to this place, Jay. I liked old Orgrimmar better without all these iron spikes, the bone ones were so much more fitting. It was all 'Blood and Thunder!' Much less confusing, Jay. What the hell is *mumble* anyways? A bunch of hoo-hah if you ask me! Probably one of them blood-elves thought it up. Oh sorry, I keep forgetting you're a blood-elf.""Uh, h-hey Emmons?"
"What Jayenway? Can't you see I'm trying to exchange money for alcohol from this kind barkeeper?"
"W-w-what does that wall calendar say?"
"You need me to read for you too, Jay-jay? Fine. It says- HOLY SHIT JAYNEWAY!! Barkeep! What year is it!? How long were we-"
It was then that the assassin's dagger burst through Emmon's chest cavity.
To be continued...