Fishing.

A breeze from the Veiled Sea was flapping the trees making a soft song from leaves and elven serenades. Night elves were praying to Elune in their temple, birds were softly singing, guards were attentivly patrolling the area that was enlightened by the bright moon and faint glowing of elves wisps. It seemed like the beloved night carefully wrapped up the elven capital, protecting it from any evil and disturbance...


Time ta fish! - a cheerful voice cut the silence apart, water gaily splashed in response in the middle of Darnassus.

Wow!! A wisp!! - yelled another voice. It was colder, more muddy and definetly wasn't belonging to any creature from nearby lands.

Another splash of water spat in the night's existance. An elf woman approached two subjects and gasped. One of the subjects was really tall with a blue skin, long ears and long teeth. Another subject was less attractive from elven point of view: half-rotten corpse of middle height and glowing eyes. They both were happily staring at the newcomer.

Just fishing, elf. - said the corpse. But it seemed the elf didn't understand a word.

Splash of water.

Hmm... I like da look of dem ears! - said the tall one. But still elf was staring at them with something a bit different from respect.

danagarde Algos noth u u u y Mod Ewidann Faegras Novaedi u u u y

u u u y?! - gasped the corpse and turned to the troll - What the hell is that?

Hmm... - troll though for a second and made a conclusion - Elf language, very confusing stuff mon... - troll threw on the ground one more catched fish.

Undead scratched himself, took a look on the moon, then on the elven woman and said.
I bet... I bet she likes your ears!

Troll giggled but elf didn't laugh at all. She just turned and walked away. A sacred seconds of silence returned in Darnassus.

COME AND FISH YA? - troll yelled. Though there wasn't any response, - Maybe we should find a better spot mon...

Two creatures stood up and walked towards the center of the town. Elves were staring at them as they were somebody who strongly had no right to wander this land. One of them shouted something. Five tough elves came. They were wearing battle armours and had elven weapons on their belts. Weapons were looking very impressive or at least sharp.

What's that temple? - gasped the corpse, amazed by an elven architecture.

I tink dats where dey pray to Elune! - troll explained.

Elune? - it was clear that undead knew nothing about elves. Most of the times he saw any elf - that elf has been tearing apart by vicious trolls or bloodthisty orcs. So there was nothing to look at afterwards. That was his first trip just because of his curiousity.

Some false god of dere's... - troll was neither so impressed nor glad by roaming elven lands. He was mostly satisfacted for some reason.

Another half-naked goddess? - gasped the corpse.

That was his last words. Cause he had no time to speak from now on - an arrow flew in several inches of his head. Five elite guards were approaching to them. They were at least annoyed with the visitors. Maybe they were even frenzy.

Troll and undead rushed to the ship that was going to Kalimdor. They were glad with their trip though a bit annoyed with those guards who weren't really friendly.

It was only the beginning...