From Geek to Warrior. (Open to all)

My name is Max I'm just your average 18 year old. I come home from collage and spend most of my time on my favorite game World of Warcraft. It was a stormy night one of the worst storms we have seen around here. It was late around 1:00am if I remember correctly. Now from here on I don't remember alot. Last thing I remember I was playing my Orc warrior Drekthar. I was in Ashenvale just outside of Astrannar killing wolves and spiders for some quests. Then the thunder rumbled the house a few seconds later I was out.

When I started to regain consciousness I heard voices my head was cloudy I tired to open my eyes but They felt like they weighed a million pounds. My arms were bound I could feel the cold steel on my wrists. I tried to move my legs they also were bound by steel. The fog that clouded my mind started to lift I heard the voices clearer now. It was two females the one said" Man he is a big one" to the other one. Yeah he is the biggest orc I have ever seen I think we should kill it".My eyes slowly started to open I started to regain my focus. I could see a large wooden door with a window and some bars on it. Thru the window I saw the two females. I looked down at my legs and noticed I was naked and that I was green. Seeing that put me into a panic my mind raced I was green what the hell. Then the voices got louder"Look the orc is waking up" Go tell Tyrande Whisperwind our guest has woke up. I calmed myself down. As I looked down I realized that I was a orc and they were Night elves. I quickly came to the realization that I must be in Darnassus and I was in trouble. The only thing that raced thru my mind was escape how do I escape. The a third voice cut thru the darkness " Ahh yes he is a big one he will be perfect for the stormwind arena." I heard the third voice tell the other two. " Don't go near him If given the chance he would kill you both." That go me thinking I could understand them that must mean they could understand me. "Hey let me the fuck out of here I yell !" I heard silence from the outside the door. I heard the rattle of keys and then the door swung open. Finally face to face with my captors. I laughed like a maniac. When I get out of these chains I will kill every night elf from here to Orgrimmar. Finally it all was clear I must escape Darnassus and get to Origrimmar to talk with Tharll the leader of the Horde he will tell me how to get back to my world.

~ Female Human Mage (Lv 38)

I'd only been playing for a few days, in fact the only reason I started was to talk to my friends across the globe. I'm 22 and studying at university so I don't spend much time online anymore. But this night, I felt like staying up late. I'd had two mugs of coffee, and an apple, so my eyes were wide and I was defiantly awake. Then something happened. I live in Australia, if its going to be a stormy night we know about it. So when the house shook, and the thunder cracked right above me I jumped a mile high in my seat, to the point of breaking my microphone and headset. Then I remember blackness, it felt like it surrounded me and engulfed everything.

When I started to wake up, there were no voices, just the sounds of people talking, horses rushing past and growling of animals. But my eyes felt like lead, and when I finally managed to open them I couldn't move. A giant cat stood over the top of me, it's large teeth dripping with saliva. It wasn't looking at me, but it was less than three foot from me. I was terrified. Then I noticed my feet. They were covered with a red robe, but underneath I was wearing cloth boots. Sitting up slowly, considering that I started to remember that I had been turning in a quest in Stormwind when I had blacked out. It was starting to appear that it wasn't me blacking out but greater powers at work.

My black hair and blue eyes were the same, considering I like playing characters that look like me. However, I wore a white cowl on my head, purple/red shoulder armour, a blue cloak and red robe. The same blue and gold guild tabbard I played with, blue bracers and gloves, a purple/black sash and pants. My back was heavy because I was carrying a green tipped staff, and had a wand on my hip. I rubbed my eyes, having a hard time believing this.

Taking a stroll, I looked at the buildings and eventually ended up at the flight master. I've been afraid of heights for all my life, and wondered if there was another way of getting to where my party would be waiting. If I could contact them, they could contact my family and find out what was happening.

Qvarion, Male, Lvl 60 Night Elf Hunter (With Devilsaur Pet "Skadouche II")

The wind blowing over the crags of Desolace whipped around myself and my pet, Skadouche II, a black and navy blue Devilsaur who I tamed with the aid of my friends. We jump and leap from rock to rock, making our way to the flight master. I am Qvarion, a level 60 Night Elf Hunter who likes the solace of Azeroth, despite the friendships it may bring.

Finally, we head down to the road, and I mount up, heading for wherever it may take me tonight. I never know where, but I just ride, hell bent for leather. My gun is strapped across my back, my short sword and knife at my belt. My armor is good and battle tested, the best I can get at this point. I ride into the town and make my way up to the flight master. It'll be several flights that need to be taken to get to Theramore and then a ship to Stormwind.

I like Stormwind. It's a large and impressive city that is just plain fun to walk around when bored. I get set on my way on the flight master and soar high over the lands and watch for a few moments as I go by, my face being beaten by the winds.

Then I stand my lean nineteen year old frame up from the computer for a moment to get a Coke from the fridge, rubbing my eyes after the absence of light hits them.

I stand there naked I front of my captors. Them looking at me questioning how could a orc speak common. I look at whisperwind peering at her, what are you gonna do to me I ask? With a smug look on her face your going into the arena's in Stormwind. I laugh at her and ask if I win can I go free. Silly Orc you will not win. You are a slave to the alliance now learn to like it. They leave slamming the cell door. I could only think of one wordand I screamed it Fuck. I must try to escape before they move me to Stormwind.

"Bugger it" I curse, turning around and running down into the main center of Stormwind. I wonder how to whisper to someone across the globe, or how to check who of my friends in online. How easy it would be to just have the toolbar. I decide that mail is the only way, and run to the bank dodging the now living characters that muster around the building. There are about twenty people waiting at the mailbox and I curse to myself, starting to freak out slightly.

"I can't log off..." I yell at the top of my voice to nobody in particular. But all I hear is trade and general chatter from everyone.

Sitting down on the steps I hold my head and decide to eat and drink, because I feel parched. A new feeling playing WoW.

"What am I going to do?" I talk to myself, shaking my head and shrugging.

My friends are a long way off, but maybe if I mail them to meet me here they will come when they are online. It takes what feels like an hour to get to the front of the line, and I quickly slip a note into an envelope and post it. The old fashioned way.

I can't log off, this is really important. Call my home and ask if I am okay. Please. No joke. I need help, will be waiting where we usually meet to watch the Arena.

My cell door opens in walks 4 nightelf guards. Time to go Orc one of them says. My heart sunk I know there was no way I could take all 4 of them. I decided to try when they uncuffed me I would try to make a run for it. Don'T get any funny ideas a familiar voice said. It was one of the female guards. She walked up too me and ok kicked me in the stomach. I felt the bloodlust building, thinking to myself oh yeah your all dead. A Mage appeared from behind the corner saying a incantaion then a familiar site appeared a portal to Stormwind. The Mage then sheeped me the collared me and walked me thru the portal. I keep thinking to myself this day just keeps getting worse and worse.

The ship docks at Stormwind Harbor and I stride out of the ship, mounting up again before riding out through the streets of the town, making my way around the canals, the trade district, anywhere really. Just going aimlessly, listening in on other people's conversations.

One NPC catches my long ears and I listen, "Fight at the arenas in one half hour! Come one, come all! Cower in fear as the orc heathen fights the brave fighters of the Alliance!"

"That could be fun..." I muse to myself, pulling the reins on my steed, hearing it growl in slight protest but I pat it's purple flanks lovingly, hushing it before riding off to the spot where I wish to see the fights.

There is a large crowd gathered, chattering mindlessly to themselves. I smirk, dismounting and dismissing my pet for the time being. Having a devilsaur tends to bring some unwanted attention from time to time, and I am in no mood to speak with anyone today.

I go up to the stands and get a spot in the front row. "This should be good."

They lead me to another cell still sheeped I am powerless. Then the female guard that is holding the the rope leading me around kicks me in the head. I fly across the cell hitting the wall breaking the effects of the polymorph. I look around my new cell to see weapons and armor sitting in the corner. I quickly rummage thru it finding what I needed to put something on to protect myself. Thinking to myself now I know where all of the vendor trash goes. I spot n the corner a axe and a shield both appeared to have seen many battles. The female night elf comes back to my cell and yells thru the window hey Orc whoever beats you can claim you to be there slave. I look at her and the only thing I could do is growl. Reminding myself how much I hated pvp.

The seats that the guild usually took were all empty, and I sit down, wishing I could look to see if I have a giant green label floating above my head or not. In this place, I am Niellia Nightbreeze. Waiting I hardly notice that the arena is hosting another fight, my mind is running at a million miles an hour. Last thing I need to do is get killed, unless that's how I get back to my body.

"Taking bets!" a human called out, wearing peasant clothes and he walks up to me, giving me a wink.

"Who would you like to bet on Missy?" and explains who could be fighting. I shake my head and hold up my hands.

"Nobody today thank you" I reply before looking around. It looks like everyone in the guild is sleeping. I wonder if I need to sleep in here.

I wait for the fights to being, sitting absentmindedly with my face resting on my palms. I look around at the crowd seeing it grow. Then, I see a girl walk in, a mage from the looks of it. Checking her info she's a level 38. Not bad. But she seems confused. I look over at her as she sits down, arching my eyebrow, "You alright miss? You look a bit lost."

Then a thought strikes me. "You a newbie? Is your friend letting you borrow their account or something?"

My name is Charles Kenneth, regular construction worker and computer geek, I was currently playing my favorite game, World of Warcraft, using my level 72 Bloodelf Warlock Felndar Tomekeeper when suddenly I feel a bit fuzzy and fall asleep by the computer. When I wake up I am not myself, in fact, I am not even in my room! I am sitting on top of a Swift Red Wyvern, dressed in Brutal Gladiator armor, demonology warlock edition, a Warp Slice sword on my bac kand a wand in my belt, along with a pickaxe and a set of jewlery tools. Yup I am in the game, and I tell you.... it is awesome!

Looking around the area I see that I am in the place where my character was before I fell asleep, the city of Silvermoon, looking down at my mount, which I remember was named Leonidas, god I loved that movie, and petted his side. "Come one boy, let's see what's going on in here." The wyvern roars and I belink as I suddenly find myself flying towards the gates, I had no idea that the wyvern could fly when not in the Outlands, but then again I hadn ever been in the game before.

Sitting in my cell alone with my thoughts I begin to wonder, "Is there more like me trapped inside wow. Sucked through some hole in time and space to this world." I start to pace back and forth in my cell trying to think logically but my logic was clouded by Orcish thoughts of killing every alliance member I saw. A knock on my cell door stopped me in my tracks. Orc it's almost time he says I look down it was a goblin. The goblin peered at me,Drekthar he says. I it starts to sink in to my head that I was in fact my warrior drekthar. I have heard of your exploits in Black temple and Naxxramas. Drekthar your highly favored in todays arenas. Also I think the Horde knows of your capture and are gonna attack Stormwind. The goblin sides a small trinket thru the window of my cell. I recognized it when I seen it my Ensignia of the Horde, You will need this today. I will help you as much as I can the goblin laughed. My thoughts racing in my head the horde knows I'm here maybe they will free me. I must survive the first days arenas.