We're Not on Azeroth Anymore

"Well Krasus, where are we this time?"

"I don't know Rhonin…but I don't think we're on Azeroth anymore."

"…what?"

It was somehow the silence that got to Rhonin Redhair more than the statement preceding said silence. All in all, the mage had got used to a lot of things, dragons and travelling through time among them. But through all of his (mis)adventures, after surviving two wars and the chaotic aftermath following the second of those wars, he'd at least always been on Azeroth, whether it be Lordaeron, Dalaran, Kalimdor or even Northrend. But to not be on the planet of their origin? Then where in the Great Dark were they?

"It should be Vereesa's turn…" the human murmured, hoping to get a response out of his pointy-eared friend. "She had a run at Grim Batol, but…Krasus?"

The dragon was still silent, but looking at his gaze, as perceptive in his elven form as that of one of the Red Dragonflight, Rhonin could appreciate that there was a different reason for it. And following his…ally's gaze, he could see why…

"A portal…" Krasus mused. "We are certainly not on Azeroth…"

Now it was Rhonin's turn to remain silent. A silver/white portal, hanging in the sky…not dissimilar from the one that had been used by the blood elves and naga to escape Dalaran the better half of a decade ago. Was it the same portal that had brought them to this world? Had it brought those below it as well?

Wait a minute…

The trio of figures were humanoid, gathered by the bones of what Rhonin might have assumed was a Draenor giant, had they not been on the shattered world now known as Outland. Figures that gazed up at the portal as something came out of it. Or rather, part of something-certainly half a dozen tentacles weren't an entity in itself.

"Yogg-Saron…" Krasus whispered. "The Beast of a Thousand Maws…has he sent us here?"

"I don't know, but I think whatever it is sent an ogre as well."

At least Rhonin assumed it was an ogre, looking at the two headed…thing walking towards the trio of humanoids. This place may not have been Azeroth, but the similarities were uncanny. So was the angel carrying a fourth humanoid up in the sky, as was the white wolf in the distance, akin to the mount of Warchief Thrall. Heck, there was even a dragon flying around, roaring like one of Deathwing's brood.

"A conundrum to be sure…" Krasus mused, gazing over the spectacle. "A world like Azeroth…but not…"

Rhonin remained silent. Not because he had nothing to say, but because he didn't feel like disagreeing with his mentor.

Humanoids? Portals? Old Gods? Angels? White wolves? Dragons?

…yeah, they were on Azeroth.

A/N

Every so often, a "WoW killer" MMO comes along, living up to said claim to various extents. Rift: Plains of Telara however seems to take it to a whole new level, proudly declaring "you're not on Azeroth anymore." Fair enough...but when you're spawning that line in a gameplay trailer, said gameplay looking exactly like the kind found in World of Warcraft...well, you know...Anyway, no ill will meant to either franchise, but it was enough to produce this idea.