The world of Azeroth have always been home to conflict. For decades the noble Humans have been fighting with the brutal Orcs. Trough time, fire trials and hardships new friendships have been forged. The Humans went from a few kingdoms to the glory of the Alliance, a coalition of several races including the mysterious Night Elves and the exiled Dranei. The Orcs too went from different tribes, to becoming the mighty Horde, a powerfull force to be reckoned with, with allies like the shamanistic Trolls and the extravagant Blood Elves. The Horde and the Alliance have been fighting over territories, resources and powerful artifacts for what seems like an eternity. Only on rare occasions have the two sides been able to put their differences aside for the greater good of Azeroth. These rare marks in history include the defeat of the Lich King and the slaying of Deathwing the Destroyer.<br/><br/>Despite these few occurrences, the hatred between the two sides are like old wounds who never seem to heal. Sometimes however, the wounds do more than heal. Sometimes they forge new friendships and brings forth a new perspective. This is one such story. For a few hours now, an incomplete group of Alliance adventurers have been wandering trough a maze of underground ruins. They have lost two of their member, and before they had the time to grieve them, they stumbled upon an equally incomplete group of Horde members. They too had suffered losses in their mission to claim the ruins' treasures. Realizing they have no other option but to fight together, the five of them push towards the final master of the underground maze.<br/><br/>Melhora Winterwalker looked down the dark hallway before signaling the rest to follow her. She closed her eyes briefly before casting a look back at the others. What a crowd, she thought. A Worgen, A Blood Elf, a Dranei and even an Orc. Herself a Night Elf to boot. She breathed in deep before continuing in the front. "I think the master's lair is up ahead. I am Melhora, by the way. It is only proper that we all know the names of the ones we are to fight with" she almost proclaimed in the damp corridor.