TTM & WM

by Throwaway1971

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35. Entry 35

[08.20: Anabasis]

[Flickering beacons amidst the descending darkness]

"It's somewhat inefficient"

I nodded in agreement to Quinn's statement as I sat at the table with him and Kara in 'officers conference room' of the Fortune's Chance "True, but lack of trust on our side…and their side. We're not even speaking the same language"

Kara gave a snort "I think it's more refusing to even speak any language"

I shrugged helplessly "We're in a dimension getting invaded…and we don't want to give our position away, or anything that might indicate our dimension of original. Like language for instance"

"The magic translator broken?"

"Sort of, more situationally dependent issues of neither party being near enough to do a mental translation, or the ships thing" paused, gave another shrug "Plus the whole deliberately transmitting through concepts, images, and numbers not helping that process. Look, it may not be the most efficient system, but they haven't tried to scry us, and we're at point-to-point transmissions, so it shouldn't be public. The question becomes do we agree to meeting"

It'd been a ping-pong back and forth over the last few days through the arcane connection we'd placed on an empty bit of ocean, far, far, far, from where the Carrier was lurking beneath the waves. On a small, empty, 'island' to be precise, and serving as a relay back to here, and under guard of half-a-squad of mismatched Fallout robots. Nobody had turned up to investigate it from the invasion over on the distant mainland, so that was…something, I suppose, to ease my natural paranoia on the matter. Still the possibility of a local Planeswalker, not aligned to the force we could see on satellite feeds, was something that was worth investigating even without that added incentive.

Kara nodded "We all know the answer to that is Callum, it's just a matter of taking the chance, who's going, and security while doing it"

Quinn agreed it seem, folding arms across his chest "It would be silly not too after all the effort we're putting in Callum"

"Aye, aye, you are both right of course" I agreed with a sigh, fingers drumming off the table. I was being indecisive and trying to stall for time to myself perhaps "We need easy escape routes, ideally by teleportation, but we need to factor in other escape methods just in case that's disabled or if this is a trap. I'll lead, and James Karden would be another member for his non-arcane teleport method"

"Six is the number they want to do" Kara noted scrolling through the transcripts again "And they're general location is just outside of the range of where the invasion force seems to be. I think we agree to the numbers, and pick the spot in those offered locations"

I nodded after a moment's consideration "Mountain valleys are good. Forested too. Better than the desert and those barriers further west, too easy trap us in, and beneath the shifting sands are always dangers"

"If you say so" Quinn stated "If worst comes to worst, we break contact and try escape through the route we're plotting. It's just going to take time, and we might even find out more accurate information on what's happening here. It's quite concerning, isn't it?"

"Tell me about it" I half-muttered, almost to myself, and resting back in the chair "There's a lot of magic being thrown around out there. High level casters. Organised forces. I wouldn't reckon our chances very high if it came to a clash"

Then shook my head "But let's focus on the task at hand. We'll use the Lady of Mysteries as our false lead as a spelljammer, we'll hide her….in this general region I think, then do fast travel from here to here after we bring down a Monitor drone"

"Worth the risk?"

I nodded back to Kara "I think we have too. Better a drone than people, though it's not a major risk if we keep it a slow and careful descend…and generally don't do anything beyond visual and passive scans"

Kara gave her nod of affirmative "So, provisional agreement. Then for the team…security mainly? I'd say bring Debbie as well"

"That's…probably a good idea" I offered after a moment, considering the matter "An Assaultron, a rifleman, and a melee fighter I think might be the best mix with two casters. James isn't much of a fighter after all, but we could disguise him as such…"

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{Three days, seven hours, and fifteen minutes later….}

"There's a storm on the horizon" Debbie murmured to me as we arrived at the edge of the designated meeting spot, at the designated time "Looks nasty from here"

"It does, doesn't it?" I agreed glancing at the slowly rumbling and advancing clouds, the flickers of energy in the air indicating lightning amidst the blizzard…for some reason. We'd seen it on the drone feed, and had a timeline on its arrival, but it was certainly impressive to see from here on the hills rather than on a screen. It was still at least an hour away, and served to make magic hard to detect, as well as the cloud cover hopefully making eyes in the sky difficult. Wild magic was a thing here, and those surges should cloak magic use as we strode forward, my guards fanning out "Let's plan to be gone by the time it arrives. May the heavens bless us"

That kept Barbara happy in my earpiece happy at least as I moved forward in my human me form, pocket-watch in one hand, cane in the other. Precise timing was the name of the game here, with little time for mistakes due to little trust between unknown, supposedly neutral, parties…

Tick

…a flash…

Tock

…and they were on time it seemed. Just as we were. I looked over them…elves. Under a glamour it appeared to my eyes. Just as we were as humans. I took a step forward, just as a blonde-haired elven woman did the same, a rapier at her sword belt, but otherwise in dark, warm, looking clothes, a feathered tricorn hat on her brow. Then frowning at me as I came forward, her eyes up at me as I was taller, but those were hard eyes, wary, even if the glamour made such judgements difficult. It answered some questions at least, just as we were willing to travel as humans, this band of six were from those willing to travel as elves. We took a moment to study each other, and I nodded, opting to respond in English, and allowing it to be translated as a sign of 'trust' in a base form "I and mime offer greetings under banner of peace as agreed"

"As do I and those that serve me" the maybe elven woman responded in a….variant of elvish?...proto-elvish?...it was similar in words, here and there "We offer peace and discussion between us"

I nodded, carefully closing the pocket-watch, putting it into my white jacket and nodding once again "Now that that's agreed….now what? You called for aid; we are here to offer such I'm to understand. You too walk the planes?"

The elven woman gave a nod as our respective retinues watched each other warily, and looked to see through each other's disguises potentially "Yes. Travel between the differing realms is ours too. Sadly, this realm is soon to fall into the leash and collar of the Empire of Khadun Goblinaria and that presents some difficulties"

'Well, we have a potential name now' I thought as I responded "We noticed such upon our arrival, and we have had limited dealings with such, for we are humble traders on a voyage to engage in such trade"

'Ie. What are you looking for lady, and what are offering?' was my unspoken suggesting as I matched her gaze as she sought advantage over me, perhaps a True Seeing active in those eyes. She gave a slow, almost careful, nod to me "Trade would be welcome, as would aid departing this realm to realms beyond, and perhaps aid in transport of….certain cargo. Information and a number of items, from arcane to mundane, would be considered in payment"

Then nodded again "Then again, we have not even exchanged Names, but time is short for this. We seek aid, you offer it, and recompense would be given if acceptable terms are offered. I would think it best to state the basics of what all parties seek"

I accepted that. Nodded after a moment's consideration as I was fairly sure this woman wasn't a Star Elf "That I can understand and accept as a basis for negotiation. Might I suggest, as a starting point, we both drop our glamours then rather than probing as we both are"

She hesitated a moment, then gave a curt nod, fingers up, and I followed to match, 'counting down' as we both agreed such up close, Barbara likely annoyed I'd chosen a more 'rushed' negotiation tactic. But being a half-orc was more common than giving my name off the bat, and confirming this, and confirming what 'she' was, was the best starting point for this uneasy 'first contact'. I reached up and removed the white mask, and the illusion from my face, sighing as I put it away into my jacket…

'Oh, joy….Drow' was my immediate thoughts as the golden hair turned to silver, and the pale white skin to a more ethereal blackness as my opposite dropped her illusions. At least it seemed that way as we had not yet sworn such were our true forms under an Arcane Oath. She studied me a moment "Orcish in the guise of human?"

"Drow in the guise of a light elf" I answered with amusement "This plane has human lands, and it is much easier in that guise while in human lands. I am willing to confirm this form by some arcane means of Truth, if thou are willing to confirm thy true form. Names need not be exchanged yet, but one does believe we have a basis for negotiation with this sign of trust"

I'd slipped into a bit of a quasi-formal response, but it was acceptable as I held down on natural instincts to be wary of Drow, just as it had been when an elf had turned up. Dimensions were so variant after all. Trust was a dangerous thing in this business, but we could really do with information, and this could be a start to figure out what was going on here. Then a way to leave that was hopefully far away from the Goblin Empire with spelljammers and all the other dangerous things lurking about…

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[08.21: Anabasis]

[We are but traders adrift on stormy seas]

"I'm training with the Captain…"

That's what Weryl had told Chao and the others before heading off for shift today. Both the captain and Miss Deborah had been attending some important meeting yesterday and had returned clearly intent on studying some matter. Something that led to today's planned lessons, and likely testing, as Weryl had found himself departing from the Carrier to a rural landscape via a teleportation spell from the magical sailing ship. This was a stealth mission, guards in camouflage with them as they'd arrived at the edge of a forest, and Weryl watched them almost vanish into the landscape as he was led into the forest. Captain Callum had already had them here since yesterday, or at least several hours ago, to ensure everything was clear, and Weryl and Miss Debbie were to be tested here it seemed…that fancy 'dimensional compass' placed into his hands.

"Apologies, I know this is a bit rushed for a training session…" the captain explained after detailed the basics of today's training "…but I've confirmed an active, natural, portal here and we will have limited time with this location I'd expect"

Miss Debbie nodded her head slowly, voicing Weryl's query "The goblins will be here soon?"

"Maybe, maybe not" the captain replied with a glance at the sky "We're a decent ways a way from where they've concentrated their forces, and this region seems fairly undeveloped. Ruins and such…according to the information we received this would be considered adventurer country, though, farmland too. It's as secure as we can make it, as the other locations are far too close to danger zones, and we have yet to negotiate with the elves"

Weryl frowned "So…we've already found this?"

Captain Callum nodded "Yes, and we've a drone and a two man team on the other side already. It's a human world, and we'll discuss fully later…but for now it's a test for you two to see can you use those tools to locate that portal. It's as close to a natural portal system, but its one that's flickering and temporary from what I've been told"

"That…" Weryl paused, then glanced at Miss Debbie "We will we begin then? Time is limited if we are trying to hide…everything?"

Miss Debbie gave a wan smile "Yes, best we begin then"

Carefully Weryl drew out the tools, and just as carefully began to perform the ritual as Miss Debbie perform her portion of the magic. Order flowed through him, the captain a faint pillar of black order, as usual, and Weryl began to serve as the sensor as the world went into a shifting, shimmering, colours of black, white, grey, with faint threads of other colours barely visible. With careful, methodical, determination Weryl began to follow a very faint trail of 'energy' through the forest, avoiding bumping into trees or getting stuck or cut on thorn bushes. He was aware of the protective spells, or maybe 'camouflage' spells were the better description, of the captain, and they muddled things up somewhat as time passed like a slow-moving eternity. Eventually though…a shimmering 'doorway' was visible in the trail, a silvery mirror like surface that sat in amidst the trees and rocks.

But then was invisible as he looked with his normal eyes after pointing it out to the captain. That was mildly confusing as he carefully restored the 'vision', seeing again the mirror-structure-door…

"It's invisible to the naked eye?" he half stated, half asked, as he looked again, then glanced to where the captain stood in his own soldier clothing of mottled greens, blacks, and browns. Motioned to the spot as Miss Debbie nodded in agreement with him "There. It's there?"

Captain Callum smiled faintly "Don't make it sound like a question if your certain, because you are correct that's where it. And, yes, it is invisible to the naked eye. I'd imagine that's been an issue for some in the past for some unfortunates"

He held up a hand for silence, then reaching up to touch something on his collar "Echo-Two how-copy?"

Weryl didn't hear the response, save the captain waited a moment, then nodded, motioning at Weryl and Miss Debbie "You can enter. Use the celestial etherscope, send a drone through, and do the prep on an entry to a potential new dimension…"

--

{Several hours later, back aboard the Fortune's Chance….}

Weryl collapsed back unto the bed, exhausted after today's training and then the return to the ship proper, all four of his new family together again "Ohhh…that's nice"

"So, this door leads to an Earth?" Chao asked curiously removing and neatly putting her work clothes into the 'to wash' bin "Oh, Weryl-senpai seeing such new sights, learning such new things. Safely little Chao believes"

"Safely, yes, or as safe as we can be my dearest" he replied honestly gazing up at the painted ceiling of their room "It's not big enough for the Carrier though. I hear….I think…it might be part of a plan, even if the Captain didn't say much on it yet"

"Oh?" Gloria-Amelia asked strutting into view, coming up behind Chao and hugging happily "What do you think is happening?"

"I think those portals aren't stable for very long, even if they are natural" he murmured "People have crossed over…but the portal seemed…it flickered…weakened maybe?...when we went back and forth. I think the people the captain is negotiating with might want to evacuate people to that Earth"

Chao frowned, thinking, then smiling and reaching back behind herself to pat Gloria Amelia's butt "Overload the power of the portal?"

"I think so, maybe" he admitted as Courney came out, belly more swollen now, and laying unto the bed beside Weryl, interrupting him with a kiss as he finished his reply "He had me talk to Mister Mallory about everything I saw and felt…"

Chao silenced whatever Gloria Amelia was going to say as Weryl had a moment with Courtney, before seeing her murmur something to the slightly taller Gloria Amelia, smack her on the bum as Gloria Amelia moved towards the bed "These are the elves that our White Sorceress is researching?"

Gloria Amelia energetically vaulted up unto the bed, 'pouncing' as she called it, and grinning down at a groan from Weryl and Courtney "Oh, quiet you two! Yes, elves! Breylna's eager to talk about it….she'll want all the details if our lover-boy here gets to go visit them. So, evacuating them, eh?"

"I don't know" he murmured tiredly "I'm just guessing that these…new planeswalkers might be thinking of a plan like this – try and send through lots of elves and…."

He tried to think on a word "…and, ugh…overload the portals maybe? Closing them for a long time afterwards? I think that's what the Captain and Mister Mallory were trying to figure out. And…yes, I think I'm supposed to go to that place…if we're going, but that's days away. Captain's negotiating Miss Debbie was saying, and that everyone's very distrustful of each other"

Chao gave a serious nod "He's right to Weryl-sempai, we don't want to get betrayed easy by bad or desperate strangers"

"We should help if we can though, shouldn't we?" Courtney asked snuggling up against Weryl, Gloria Amelia nodding as she slipped unto the blankets, poking playfully at Weryl's shoulder "If we can"

"If we can…safely" he agreed "Captain and everyone seems very sure the remaining nations here won't last very long against the planeswalker"

"Chao agrees, even if she is sad to say so" Chao stated sadly brushing her hair "The outsiders are strong from all we see and hear. No, we will leave as soon as is safe to do so. It would be good to help if we can, but not being seen by such strong beings is important"

"True" he agreed "It's why I'm supposed to learn the ins and outs of…"

"It's dangerous, and that makes Chao less happy" he was interrupted as said lover walked over to the bed, grabbing Weryl's foot and shaking it a little, pouting as she did so "Worrying on Weryl-sempai…"

"Yes, bold Weryl sempaiiii" Gloria Amelia teased "Doing dangerous things, making the helpless ladies worry so!"

"Shh!" Chao pouted at their dark-skinned beauty "Let little Chao speak, heh! Just be careful our silly love! You are doing what you must do, that is correct. But it is dangerous! There may be many pretty elf ladies trying to seduce our Weryl-sempai!"

"The hussies!" Gloria Amelia chipped in "Send them through the portals and lock the door I say!"

"Oh, shut up and get into bed!" Courtney huffed beside Weryl with a yawn "Convince him or whatever, but, this superhero needs her beauty sleep!"

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[08.22: Anabasis]

[Neutral ground as it were]

It was an earth…what I could almost see as a 'standard' late twentieth, early twenty-first, century earth from my point of view. No superheroes and no magic-users, or at least no indications of such as Masquerades could be hard to spot. Magic levels were moderate, so that was possible…but it was hopefully irrelevant from my point of view. What mattered to me was that it was an earth, and I had limited access to it. Limited because the barriers between this Earth and this 'Halkenengia' seemed to fluctuate and had a capacity to snap back closed at worryingly low levels. Attempting a resupply here there was near impossible then, not without issues I wanted to avoid or risking sudden failure mid-operation.

Instead it had been an ideal….training exercise…for Weryl and Debbie for 'finding' natural hotspots, natural breach points, between the two realities. Quinn was absolutely fascinated by the subject, and was studying it with his usual eagerness; - which was fantastic to my mind, because it was important to figure out. Largely because I had an idea of what our potential…ally? Trade partner?...wished to achieve when she'd revealed that piece of information. Right now, it served as a meeting spot not on the dimension with the goblinoid spelljammer fleet currently in the process of conquering it…

Which was why I was sitting in an Irish bar in Japan, in Tokyo to be exact, in the even locally, in my human disguise with Debbie and Nathan sitting at the table behind me for security. There had been a several days since my last meeting with the drow captain, and here we were to meet again…this time testing out if she wasn't bullshitting her purpose. Trust was a hard thing in this business, but it had gone well with my own team being able to start doing some small degree of shopping with the two traders packs as we tested out the dimensional boundaries. As best I could tell the 'hotspots' moved, gradually, over time…and right now seemed to be concentrated around the Japan, Korea, region.

It was why I was in a tourist bar-restaurant as the three 'humans' entered, led by the short dark-skinned woman, who sat across from, her two own bodyguards sitting at the table behind her seat just as we'd booked. It was a fairly minor glamour, making ears look rounded instead of long and pointed, her hair a more 'natural' dark colour instead of silver, along subtle changes of elven features and shift in skin colour. But she still looked, largely, the same as when I met her first, and I gave a polite nod as she sat across from me. Looking like we were on a date, or perhaps a business meeting as we both politely greeted each other, ordered food and drinks, before getting down to business.

"I think this is a sign of our good faith effort" she said to me "Would you not agree?"

I gave a nod "Yes, I do believe it is" then extended my hand towards her "Callum Outis, pleasure to make your acquaintance?"

She took it, a quick half-shake, more a touch and part-squeeze than a proper handshake "Alyaer Maeani, at your service"

I waited in silence as our drinks arrived, till the Japanese barmaid walked away again, bringing my hands together on the table "Now, that we been properly introduced on a Named basis, and have confirmed certain matters to my crew's satisfaction, I do believe we can make a deal to both our parties' satisfaction"

"That would, of course, be agreeable" she answered "Assuming the terms are acceptable"

"Understandable" I agreed with a nod, reaching out and grasping the glass of beer "That, though, depends on what you wish. Our concerns are actually very simple. We intend to leave the current location at our earliest convenience, we are traders and have no desire to be engaged in conflict with a planeswalking power in this local cluster. Or, in truth, have any dealings with them if can be avoided"

"Such is…a reasonable position. It would also be statement that you're from lands distant to here, beyond the Empire, the Free Lands, and others?"

I gave a nod "Yes. Though we will not be discussing that, nor even those we deal with. Not here, not yet"

The woman gave a slow nod after a moment's consideration "That is reasonable, yes, it would be" she sighed "I believe you understand what we wish to do with those desert dwellers?"

"I expect so" I answered careful, glancing around the bar "Would it be about encourage a number of immigrants to certain areas?"

"Yes"

I nodded "Why take the risk?"

'Of telling us' I didn't bother with saying, but she paused holding her own drink, looking into the amber liquid inside the glass. Then at me "We would require further support than we could achieve on our own. You will need to meet them…but they do not understand the extent of the trouble they face. When the time comes there will be a panic, and...only so much time and power. Another capable of maintaining the system…"

I gave a slow nod "They would likely collapse the breaches for…well I don't know. It'd be a one-way trip"

"Yes" she answered simply "For a very long time. It would be safety for all involved…" she looked around "…for all involved"

"And you? Do you intend to…find a new home?"

She paused "If we were forced to…perhaps, but we would not plan on such a fate. I have no intention of retiring to a…place such as this. New business opportunities would be much more…desirable"

"That comes with a cost" I stated simply, thinking on the matter of fleeing elves when the hammer likely came down upon them. Elf civilians, ie women and children, who'd only understand the danger when the hammer came down and wiped out their warriors most likely "Tracing back to the current location…is something my employers would be very, very, unhappy about. There would be…potential memory loss, and certainly a Contract needed, if a mutual travel was agreeable between us"

'Be straightforward. Don't sugar-coat it' I reminded myself, and it seemed to be expected "I almost expected that, my son certainly did. It would be acceptable as part of mutual agreement. We would want to confirm your…travel arrangements"

"And we the situation with your current hosts" I replied, not revealing the nature of the Carrier as yet. The Fortune's Chance perhaps…I'd have to talk to Kara and Quinn first "We would have to meet them. What you're looking for, while we might be willing, and likely completed very swiftly, it would need to be planned out in advance. Secrecy would be essential from our position, for any agreement"

"Meet them without really meeting them, hmm?" was asked back, but not with any amusement, just a simple nod of the head "That could be made to work. We can provide detailed knowledge of these planes in exchange, along with trade goods and whatever services would be equivalent exchange"

"That's provisionally acceptable" I replied after a moment, then nodded as our food arrived "Have you been here before? Not as much here, but…"

"Yes, twice since our arrival" she answered "It has it's uses"

"Would the other ships we observed…"

"They would likely know of this region by now" she admitted "But they're focus, for now, will be upon slowly taking control of their new acquisations"

Then gave a wan smile "A place such as this would be of far less interest. Not with the resources of this Halkengenia. There are….unusual rocks and mineral flows beneath the earth. Deadly dangerous to the natives, but quite the find to mine safely for a more advanced people. Which is what the Imperials are. Not that they intended such…they were brought in, however foolishly. This plane could…self-destruct as it were. Such as these are not worth the cost I've heard tell"

"But still best to lock the door?"

She nodded "Yes, it would"

"Have you made any approaches here? Does anyone have knowledge?"

"No"

I sighed. That'd go down fantastic, but unlikely to be met with violence if a few thousand…or tens of thousand elven women suddenly got dumped into this place with word of terrible invaders. The portal locking behind them, trapping them here, but ensuring nothing else followed "I can understand. Okay. Let us go into more detail for how you plan to do this portal…"

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[08.23: Anabasis]

[Home on the seas]

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[Trader's Journal: Day 2578]

[Current Dimension]

We have a name. Best not to keep record as usual.

[Current Location]

Fortune's Chance, the Carrier, under the Ocean

[Trading Report]

22 x Computers (about early twenty-first century levels)

107 x assorted computer games

288 x assorted movies and television series in disc format

526 x assorted crates of various Japanese beers

102 x assorted boxes of various Japanese liquors

182 x assorted crates of assorted spices

We'd have more, but doing near individual shopping with the trader's packs, and doing it secretly, means we got what Chao wanted, and what our engineering department wanted. Food supplies are good, but she wanted more spices and alcohols, so got that. Time was limited during our trips there. I'd also throw in the basic pawn shop strategy to get local cash to have fancy meals in bars. Yes, because there's an Earth connected to this world – for now at least.

[Diary Entry]

Negotiations are underway, as are our surveys and route plots. This entire world is slowly being taken over by a planeswalking power, and we'd best not be tracked when we move. So, we're taking our time at preparations for departure. Also maybe helping rescue elves and recruiting/allying with another planeswalker. Yes, I'm wary of that, but, well, it's a decent option, all things considered. Kara and Quinn agree, though we'll ensure the reveal of the Carrier till we are departing, and betrayal doesn't give away its existence. I have concerns, and I'm paranoid too I'll admit. Even if willing to help.

Kara's broadly supportive of the idea, and Quinn's indifferent, though he has proposed a Door to the Carrier might be a way to handle the 'evacuation at the last minute'. I'm hesitant, but it's doable they both think, and we could hide it if need be. Not that I want more refugees mind you, not after unloading the New Dallas portion and wanting to unload more now if I could. Wisely, from their point of view, they don't want to do that when there's any possibility of a hostile power that could invade at any moment, and the fact we're in a bad neighbourhood so to speak. I can relate. Azula thinks it's a great idea. Of course.

She's looking to recruit I know. Not enough to disrupt social cohesion, but she's clearly got plans if she can get a few tens of thousands of skilled people to spread out in her lands. Azula's gonna Azula I guess?

I need to start thinking that way myself I suppose, at least in terms of building up an actual base of operations back home. Because it is home now, and I have a family to worry about. Something I'm reminded off every day with Kara and M'gann when I do the rituals and go to medical bay with them every few days. We've talked about it, and the recent issues have probably meant we're trying to think on the future. Gives you something to focus on other than the current less than ideal scenario, a reason for us all to get home and actually make it a home when we do.

It's good to focus on that than the powerful war fleet and high level spellcasters lurking about that could really make us run for the proverbial hills. Or the fact I'm dealing with a Drow ex-Matriarch (again?), though, I've technically never dealt with one and the 'memories' are dangerous to rely too much on. Different planes, different flavours I suppose. Though as a Priest of the Shrouded Lord of Nishrek I'm sort of contractually obliged to help Ellie's children if they are 'Godless' as this lot seem to be. Because they seem to be that;- atheists by the fact of the available choices were assholes, and best not to believe. Maybe. More, careful, research will be needed if this partnership/alliance is to develop.

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[Trader's Journal: Day 2581]

[Current Dimension]

Where we were.

[Current Location]

Fortune's Chance, same place

[Trading Report]

N/a

[Diary Entry]

Oh, yes, now I remember why I hate dealing with elves.

Gods-damned arrogant jackasses. Ya'know it's hard to feel sorry their about to get magic nuked in the coming days or weeks. I am a skilled and powerful wizard. I know how my magic fucking works. Unlike these sorceress cretins. I can be polite and put up with the smug, racist, arrogance – but I really want to punch a smug knife eared jackass!

Right. Yeah. Future-me you met elves. They are assholes. Be surprised. Sarcasm.

Truth be told I'm surprised our dear drow captain and her crew put up with it. They are racist as feck against them darkies as they'd probably put it. Racist against me as a half-orc, but, eh, that's basically normal in the great pantheon of Elf-Orc relations. It just feels weird for a drow to be treated like a lesser being in that smug, condescending manner by a surface elf as they play with their hair. Because, of course, male elves are preening little primadonnas. And by little, I mean giant. I know I shouldn't stereotype, but this lot seem to indulge rather heavily in that particular viewpoint.

Pointy eared princesses as a dwarf once put it.

Good news we didn't burn down anything, nor threaten anyone with fire and sword. Indeed, I was quite polite to the soon-to-be-screwed morons they call a leadership caste. Up to and including offering our services when the time came. I didn't even mention how glad I'd be when their so-soon-to-be-widows, sisters, and daughters are stuck with marrying filthy human animals and popping out half-breed mongrel vermin as they put. I'm a polite half-orc cleric of my God and planeswalker. My ranting and raving comes later, with Kara and M'gann, followed by 'stress relief'. Because she wants to punch them as much as me. And I want to punch them real hard.

Thing is, they'll be dead soon, so, there's that. I won't gloat. I just feel pity. Now that I've relaxed anyway. It's just sad when you consider how outclassed they are, and how confident they seem to be in dealing with situation at hand. They have so many women and children, and I've gotten a view of what this goblin empire does to 'resisting' powers that have some power behind them. Hobgoblin influence there clearly apparent. So, even if they refuse to develop evacuation plans my merry band are in agreement on at least giving our possible trade partner/ally help. We'll flee under the cover of the attack anyway.

We've a route planned out, under the sea, along with a backup if need be. Whatever the case bringing down this elven nation will be 'noisy' for lack of a better word. If it slams close the portals to that other Earth all the better basically. If one can help, one can help – and even better we get a guide through certain nearby planes in the cluster, and we might need that in coming days. We're still a long way from home after all, and help on the journey is both useful and a danger.

Kara and Babs might see it in 'heroic' terms, but I'm looking at this in a more business relationship manner, as we could do with some help, but not the threat. I'll happily bring another planeswalker into the League if I have too, as I suspect we'll be very quiet for a few years whenever we get home. Competition, but Zee's that already, and hope she's okay. I really do. Gods it's been so long it feels like. Strengthening the nascent League of Aquitaine is important in the long run, I think. I'll be a father soon, and that's, well, even if the ship is our home, well, the League will be our home port.

Only time will tell. Now I'm going to spent time with my two pregnant ladies and watch a movie we bought from alt-Japan. The clock could alert at any time from the looks of it after all. Then we'll have to move fast.

--

[08.24: Anabasis]

[Who lives in a carrier under the sea? No, not him…]

"You've improved, very good, very good indeed" I congratulated Azula as she dispelled the pseudo fire elemental she'd created and been controlling. It was more accurate to call it a fire puppet, as it had no will of its own and she'd controlled every movement with her motions, but it was impressive. Especially since she'd gotten a good grasp on the oxygen problem…or at least control over expansion and 'death' of the spell she'd worked on. I glanced at my pocket watch, flicking it open "Though I think we'll call it a day for now"

"Hmmm" she 'replied', clearly considering about doing more, before nodding "Of course, it would be best not to overexert with events in motion"

"Unfortunate, but true" I agreed with a nod "Exercise, meditation, and active casting practice? We've been quite busy, and very efficient in recent days. Sadly though…they'll move soon"

I gave a snort of amusement "Frankly I'd prefer they interrupt me during our shifts or downtime than wake me from my sleep, but, well, I don't think the hobgoblin generals are going to take my beauty sleep into consideration for their future conquests"

"Yes, how very inconsiderate of them" she replied in a droll manner closing her spellbook and rising to stand, then stretch a little "They are taking time indeed to conquer these primitives"

"Now, now, arrogant jackasses they may be, but they aren't that backwards" I replied with amusement, arms folded across my chest as I looked at her. It was a feeling I understood, and Azula did not like the elves considering how they treated us in general, but it was best not to underestimate such "As to the invaders…well, they are taking things slowly but surely. They could blitz, and it's been a concern, but they seem to want to establish control, secure, near total, control rather than completely eliminating the old power structures. I imagine they'd let the elves knuckle under….if they understood such"

Then shrugged "Anyways…it's not been that long since we've arrived, and it's a whole continent to take over"

"Hmm, perhaps, and it…" Azula frowned "It has been…good…to have time to recuperate and remember all that occurs. Our previous journeys were most unwelcome"

"Oh, you won't hear me argue that" I replied with a nod "And, yes, I'm just as eager to get home…even if that is still somewhat of a distance away. But, yeah, the few weeks to calm things down are most welcome. It certainly helped with our studies. You've great improvements as I said, and your work shifts have been very effective"

"If I cannot command on a ship, I can hardly rule an empire" she answered, but there wasn't any of the past whiff of arrogance, or writing off the matter, just acceptance. Azula actually listened these days rather than just dismiss off the bat "But, on that matter…the next dimension?"

"Both possibilities are scouted at the exit point" I replied with a shrug "Both are fine, but Alpha looks better as we can do an ocean-to-ocean entry, and there aren't any signs of an advanced civilization there, and potential gates out. That's me though I suppose, Beta is fine too if needed, but it's the backup in my mind. But, well, Kara will make the decision when the time comes most likely. I expect we'll be rather busy then"

She nodded as she came over towards me and we started to walk to the exit from our training area aboard the Carrier "Yes, it is good that we are past those….places we do not discuss, and are restored to a full command crew. Tiredness seemed to follow me everywhere for a…time"

"Tell me about it" I agreed, the memory protections making exact time hard to judge outside my diary and a few protected systems that'd maintained time keeping "Maintain arcane protections for mental influences…less than fun I'll put it"

"I shall find out when we reach those lessons then" she answered with "Your heir and spare are developing well?"

I sighed, softly, resisting making it a deep, weary one. There was Azula making 'small talk' it seemed, or actually looking to find out information "Both Kara and M'gann's pregnancies are progressing well, though it's a constant watch due to the less common nature of those pregnancies"

"I would understand so, with their heritages" she answered as we walked "It will be good to see them in this existence, and perhaps have my own progeny soon after mine and Katara's return. The Avatar will be old enough to do his duty by then. Then perhaps our young may be raised together"

'Oh, Aang, you have such fun upon our return' I mused, nodding politely at the clear ideas forming in my Apprentice's head for marry unborn children in about two decades. Azula seemed to consider certain pornography 'training material' and, several uncomfortable conversations later, and sending her to Kara and Barbara for my own mental health. Katara, that, poor, poor, waterbender that was married to my apprentice…

"Well, hopefully, assuming all goes well" I replied "Courtney Whitmore will be the first to concern ourselves with"

"Ah, yes, one of the head chef's lovers" Azula nodded "A wise choice to impregnate her for an heir, even if the timing was less ideal"

'Oh…Azula logic. Okay' I shrugged "Who knows, Chao is…Chao, and Weyl…well, they are all happy, which is the important part"

"Yes, I have attempted to have Katara to be as close as they. She is hesitantly agreeable. Ty Lee has suggestions based on what she has done with my brother…"

Dweet-dweet-dweet

'Oh, thank the Boss!' were my immediate thoughts on the matter as the alert went off and I held up my hand, and hit the comms "Captain here"

"Hey Boss" Babs's voice greeted me, Azula listening in "They've started to move, those lovely fellows you've had us watching. Flying ships have started to move…quickly"

I nodded, glanced at Azula who did the same "Understood, I'll change into my armour and such and then myself and Azula will join you on the bridge. Let Debbie know, she should be on beacon watch, along with Kara and Quinn. We're about to get busy in the next few hours to a day"

"Got it Capn, and I'll get unto Kara and Quinn as well" she answered as I headed back towards the entrance to the Fortune's Chance "Should we send warning?"

"Wait till arrive, this could just be a probe, and our new allies would know better" I answered striding forward with renewed purpose "Ready the alert security team and have the Carrier prepped for receiving more…guests if need be. Also, for departure, maybe even a rushed one"

"You got it Boss, hurry up please, it's looking hectic. Want me to Door you to the entrance?"

"Do it" I replied "Thanks"

The Door opened up before us, and then we stepped through and were at the guarded entrance to the Chance's loading bay. Protections were in place after all, and I hurried up the gangplank and past the security team on duty right now. Azula followed me as we went inside, through the halls and security doors too the inner armoury and began to add whatever we wanted while maintaining a guise. A human one for me as placed on armour, lighter than Sean would have preferred probably, along with my cane at my side in sword and sheath guise instead of a cane. Hiding who were, in the event we were spotted, was the name of the game now as I carefully armoured up, Azula copying in similar, though still firebender-esque, attire. It took a little while, but with armour and arcane protections on us I had her follow me to the bridge.

It was a hive of activity that greeted me when I arrived, Kara already there and taking charge, as a whole host of icons and images were up on the displays. I glanced to my love, nodding at the displays "Situation?"

"There is a lot of magic being thrown around, and those ships are flying towards the elven lands" she replied waving a hand "Those look like portals are being formed, since those are armies forming up, we think. Babs?"

"Oh, yeah, that's armies and we've got drones looking down on them. This is it, I think. Your elf captain lady was already unto Debbie. They are being locked down over there. Elves are reacting"

I glanced at the redhead "Reacting?"

"Fighting I think seems to be Debbie's translation" Bab's answered "And there's a massive storm front that's appeared and now moving in over the giant desert they live in. A snowstorm at that"

Kara looked to me "We'll be leaving soon it looks like"

I nodded, slowly, then sighed "Yeah, looks to be. This could take time…or it could go down hill very fast. Lets record everything and I'll take a team to link up with the drow spelljammer whenever it looks safe to do so…."

--

[08.25: Anabasis]

[Banging on the doors on a foggy night]

Teleportation by shadows…was never a favourite of mine, but Debbie could do it, and could do it relatively stealthily to the pre-marked and pre-agreed location. The drone cameras had it as an empty room, just as the area outside was, mostly, empty, but everything was dark now compared to previous arrivals. A surprise as it was the middle of the day in this area, but I'd been concerned by the fact the area was…blurry for lack of better word to describe it.

Magic covered the region disrupting visual observation, and we were already withdrawing our drones back towards the Carrier. Loss of the Monitor Drones, any of them would be a blow after all, a very costly one in both terms of trade as well as security. Shaking myself at the experience, and noticing the light was…dim still despite after coming out of the shadowy teleport. I paused, sniffing the air, my hand on my sword hilt as my guards, Azula, Weryl, and Debbie came through around me. She looked to me, doing similar herself, frowning before she spoke "Trouble?"

I frowned, shaking my head "No idea, best we go out and meet our allies as…" nodded at the sounds of 'concern' drifting in on the wind "…well, that sounds like word might be spreading amongst elven population at large"

"So soon?" Debbie murmured back "I'd have thought the battles…"

I shrugged striding forward out of the shadows, waving her and them along, this being a pleasant circular courtyard of sorts, with elegant, tree-like, pillars of stone, and an open 'centre' with a water fountain, pool, and host of greenery "We don't know, but they might, or it's something we can't see from here"

Then paused as I looked up at the gloomy, cloudy, skies, and the snowflakes drifting down from them, and a persistent cold rolling over us now. Shivered as I'd been ready for warmer weather than this despite the armour and gloves "Or that unusual weather out there"

"No, it doth not help with the mood" a feminine voice interrupted, soft boots coming forward, two other drow dressed like a mix of sailor and bard flanking her just a step behind. Her face was still visible beneath the tricorn hat with the fancy feathers, tiredness and concern etched on those elven features "But word hath spread of defeats as well, and chaos stalks this city"

I nodded "So, they have been defeated then?"

She shook her head "None can confirm such…but it is believed so, and I hath no reason to doubt that, as defeat is all I could see occurring. Swift and brutal"

Then she shrugged looking up at the skies "And the use of weather magic so soon does not speak of lack of confidence in those who intend to conquer these lands. My starsail is just outside this place, for they threaten to rush towards it otherwise. There is a crowd outside, milling about, calling out curses alternating with cries for our aid"

"This building is secure then?"

She gave a quick nod "Aye, the doors are barred for now, access is through the roof"

Then gestured at a circular stone slab in the path, and I recognised a magical elevator of some sort "If you would follow us?"

"After you my dear" I replied with a polite nod "And then you can show us the status of this place"

Azula glanced at me, and I held up a hand, nodding as we waited, watching as the trio stood on the platform, and then as it ascended upwards, up one story, then another, to what I presumed was the roof. I had a team of six, so I took one, Debbie the other, to ensure the stone disk wasn't a trap of some kind. It didn't appear to be, even having that annoying, unnecessary, rotating motion, like going around a tower, go from the floor up the two stories. Greenery was growing everywhere, almost like I'd expected as I took the first group of myself, Azula, and Eoin one of our better melee security guards. It was bitter cold up here I thought in annoyance, taking out my cloak and placing it over my shoulders as I came up to the rooftop, gazing out over a fancy, spacious, set of streets and buildings.

And, there above it, hovered the drows spelljammer, a two masted wooden ship of the line style affair, with surprisingly little in the way of elven or drow aesthetics on it, bar perhaps the dark grey sails. It was all very nightmare-esque actually, in this current viewpoint from the roof as the dark cloudy skies rumbled, and that might be flashes of lightning amidst the dark clouds. My gaze shifted out over the lights amidst the city, and elves milling around what might be an oasis or artificial small lake at the edge of the city. Glow crystals of some sort probably, and I frowned deeply.

"They aren't ready to evacuate"

"Nay, that they are not" the drown woman replied unhappily "But best that we open the portals and send those that can travel through them, whatever that they may go"

"Aye, for time shall not be on our side" one of hers stated from the roof as Debbie's trio arrived up unto the roof, the male half-drow gesturing and drawing our attention "To the horizon mother"

I glanced in that direction, away from the shouting elves below, nearly all far too underdressed for the bitter chill that seemed to be omnipresent, let alone the snow starting to fall. To the west was…darkness…

"What is that?" Azula voiced for me, and I had one hand gripping my sword hilt, wary but unhappy from what I was seeing. It was an advancing wall of…fog? Blizzard?

It was too far distant to easily tell, and the drows elven eyes likely had a better view, and they likely had a better idea too. So, I asked what Azula had asked to said drow mother and son "Yes, what is that we are currently looking at and feeling?"

"A fogbank, of what it hides I cannot tell" the half-drow mage replied, shaking his head, staff in one hand "They are coming…a strike so soon?...no matter, there will be spellsails within that storm…"

The drow woman was already drawing out a telescope of some sort, a small expanding cylinder as in the distance lightning flashed amidst that advancing wall, almost like it was trying to draw attention. I could feel the arcane strike on that as the drow woman spoke "It is called Yash-Fogna-Juyhk, and it will inspire fear and quash courage at a start, and make sensing magic and communicating beyond the sight of our, fog bound, eyes impossible. They are likely not many then, though what they will arise when they arrive…"

"Yes, on that arriving note" I pointed out simply "How long till that arrives…it's distant, but the fact we can see it at all…"

"Perhaps an hour, a little more, a little less" she replied to my licking her finger and then holding it up into the air as if feeling something "We…they won't see us in the weather they cause…"

"Will it interfere with teleportation or portals?"

She…hesitated "It…should not"

I paused "That's not the answer I want to hear, so we shan't risk that. We open those portals now, and that it that, for we flee if anything else grows near"

Then tapped my comms "You heard that Bats?"

Barbara's voice came back into my ear "Yes Boss, what's the plan?"

"Prepare to deploy a Door on request, a big one" I stated, looking at the distant storm, then at the drow, before looking at the streets filled with panicking elven woman and what few guards were about "You have us for an hour then. Make use of it what you will, for we are leaving then, and were never here. We can take those unto our vessel by means of a portal. It is sufficient to carry many, but they will never see those that here or that go through those gates again"

She paused, glanced at her two escorts, then nodded "It is sufficient in size for our spellsail?"

"Yes" I stated coldly but saying no more on that "Now. Direct us to portals, and we best opened them as wide as we can…"

--

[Interlude – The Planeswalking Lord Vrondregeg Vedrani]

[He comes amidst the coming storm]

It was bitterly cold by the local standards, but Vrondregeg's home had been of such temperatures and so it was comfortable to he and, usefully, the majority of the soldiery he had brought. The local elven culture had been desert dwellers, with sufficiently dangerous spirit magic and knowledge of the sands to…

Ensure the battlefield had been prepared according to House Vedrani's needs. The human battle thralls had been attired for that relative concern, and they had been most eager to spend their lives against the elves. Useful that he noted standing on the deck of his spellsail, one hand on his blade hilt and the other holding a glass filled with a local wine. A pleasant blend, though he had limited interest in the taste, merely in the showing of such matters, to appear to stand with disinterested detachment as the elven army that so troubled the humans was, almost casually, exterminated.

Not that it had been a casual affair. Far from it. It had involved a great deal of planning and effort, a great reserve held back just in case these elves were better prepared than expected. One of his former pets was here after all, and they had likely been warned, extensively about the dangers. Vrondregeg had hoped the elves would have capitulated upon know such, for dearest Alyaer was of such a heart…but, clearly, the pale-skinned elves of this plane were arrogant based on what evidence he was seeing. To say the least from interrogations of elven captives, let alone the word of the local humans they'd conquered or vassalized. Such as several of his…guests…on the deck below, hearing the screams of the battlefield below.

Or, to be more exact, the slaughter far below the flying vessel, the fog illuminated by the lightning strikes of the arcane storm that was hitting any enemy. Precise scryed strikes had eliminated the elven leadership as best they could, after marching the humans forward in what was, historically for this world, the tradition manner of attack on their ancient foes. As they'd neared the elven settlements the elves had sallied forth from behind their arcane barriers, and attempted to summon forth various golems and other constructs, spirits, and whatnot to destroy those assaulting their lands. Give a foe what they expect, and they often responded as you wished he mused glancing at his newest pet, where she knelt obediently.

So much largesse from that bizarre summoning to the magical school. Enough that he had been concerned of some trap, or dangerous divine setup by an unknown power. It was clearer now that the matter had been the result of the nascent Planeswalker that had 'summoned them' as it were. A child's desire, wrapped up in power, abuse, desperation, and a host of other issues, and perhaps unconsciously seeking out what would deliver upon those desires. The child, Louise, had wanted power. That she had and would trained to such. Had wanted her threatened kingdom to continue…

Vrondregeg gave a simple motion to one such 'guest' and the human female obediently rushed over to him as gracefully as she could manage. Well, that local nation, Tristian, would survive as one of the more willing vassals as the creature before him had understood, very rapidly, the nature of what he and his House represented, and obliterating those that would conquer his new vassal…

'Well, it was best to have a reason to do so' he mused as the 'Princess' came over and curtsied, then when to a knee, hands together and head bowed formally to him as if a retainer, her natural height advantage over his much shorter form making her uncomfortable as she bowed to get lower than his height "Master, how may I serve?"

Albion and Germania, as they had been known, had served as excellent examples…and revealed a series of useful, and concerning, details about this world. It would be quite the useful prize to his House, once it had been dimensionally secured, and all the concerns dealt with "Your soldiers have fought well Henrietta, and your advice has been of great aid. Now, revel in the victory"

He raised up his sword hand, snapping his fingers "Bring the finest of beverages for the Princess…no, for all her entourage, and those of Regent-Duchess de Orleans! Let us celebrate this great victory!"

"Thank you, Master…" the human female replied awkwardly as he walked forward, motioning again at the other kneeling figure nearby "…a great victory indeed"

'Tabitha, pet, attend me' he ordered with a simple mental command, as he moved back of the ship, up to the bridge. Though, to the others present it was the barest of gestures and his new familiar was already in motion, as if reading his mind. The technical Queen of one of the vassals, and another prize he had been concerned had been some trap for the sheer usefulness of the gathered pieces in that one, albeit backwards, arcane school of sorts. Her price for slavery had been shockingly simple. Protection of a dragoness in her wyrm stage…

As if any fool would kill a dragon, let alone one that was child-like in mind and already bound to a human barely an adult?

Madness! No, that, the taking of the red-hair female as a personal slave rather than exterminated like much the rest of Germania's resisting nobility, along with healing the blue haired female human 'Duchess' that served as Regent…

For the sense of burning loyalty through the Bond… Vrondregeg's concerns of a trap had taken time to consider at the rewards brought to his treasure chest, for such little investment. Let alone the twin female that could also be domesticated…

"Master" the soft spoke female asked in that blank tone of hers, but conveying so much in that word 'From how may I serve?' to 'Can I fight the elves?' and a number of other things, like joy mixed with disgust at feeling joy perhaps, that the elves were suffering this fate. A surprisingly soft-hearted creature his new familiar was despite the relentless nature and skills she had shown for combat for one of this culture, and for what would normally be a pampered child. Perhaps he should thank elven foolishness and human court petty intrigues for creating circumstances that created this 'Chevalier' as they called her.

He sipped his wine, taking out an orb and holding it us an image appeared, showing energies "It seems a former retainer of my House may have found a friend"

Tabitha tilted her head questioningly, eager to learn as usual "From beyond the planes as it were. It shall not concern you, directly at least, but it will be a learning experience my pet. But you must watch, and listen, and learn, as I will question in time, and if you see facts that concern you…then you shall alert me. Just as if you have questions, you are to ask"

"Yes Master" she murmured "Am I to scout?"

"No, not as yet" he replied sipping his wine again, feeling the currents beyond and studying the signatures from the pulsing orb "If it is another power, they would likely have intervened, but it could be of an enemy, or a potential ally. We will send forth a small number of spellsails under an ambitious officer to see where they go…I believe that the portals to this human world are being overtaxed as we speak"

"To deny?"

"Indeed, though I doubt Alyaer would flee there and lock herself in such a place" he answered, as he knew his father's former broken Drowussu Matriarch would fear such. In fact it was a boon she was giving him in sealing such a place, though it seemed he might be losing slaves potentially. Unfortunate, but he had plenty to work with already, and the human world beyond would be nuisance if the contacts he'd read about, and heard of during interrogations, expanded. Primitive, non-magical, but their weapons were problematic in potentially poisoning their own lands, or this valuable new addition with its 'wind stone' deposits "You shall study my choice of captain, and then guess at why they would scout out nearby planes"

Then sighed as he downed the glass looking at the flashes of lightning "This will be soon, and then I shall retire for the night for time with my concubine. You shall stand watch and sleep at the foot. Sylphid shall sleep at the door"

…because the dragoness was a child, and a dumb child at that. Tabitha found the duty mortifying, but she was dependable, and he expected there would an assassination attempt tonight. The high goblin girl tonight was 'new' and Tabitha had already expressed distaste and concern. Well founded of course, as the young lady was not who she said she was…and her attempt tonight would offer an ideal time to test out the watchfulness of his pet, along with perfectly valid reasons to retaliate. Once he'd tortured the WHO from out of the concubine…

Ahead the elven city neared, the orb radiating intensely. It seemed there would be a need to ensure no one else was sniffing around from the darker corners of the multi-planes beyond…

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[08.26: Anabasis]

[Run away, run away….run away and see another day]

Portals to Earth shone before my eyes as I'd returned to the roof of the building so that I could survey the entirety of the city its environs. Most importantly the protective barriers shining with a silvery illumination as the fog bank/storm/magic rolled and roiled against it at the far edges of the city, breaches here and there forming as the streets were a mass of panic. Terror had sunk into the elves, and they were fleeing in ragged bands towards the shimmering portals, even as those things shuddered and pulsed.

Our two Doors back to the Carrier in a separate area had a similar colour, but they were too a very different place than the portals, though that was hard to communicate. Evacuating a city in a hour was not task that could be achieved….and even the city's defences weren't going to be adding much more time to that I feared. There was an eerie siren song from the distant fog, even from here, and if I could feel the chill…well, it was troubling. This was a high-level arcane military in motion…

And likely not even trying all that hard when push came to shove as there was limited risk taking here. Just a battering down of the city's defences…which, to be fair, weren't all that physically impressive. Not even a true, non-magical, wall around it's outskirts. I grit my teeth as I watched fog seep over the outer buildings, slowly flowing down the darkened streets, the flashes of illumination coming from the flashes of lightning striking the magical barrier. My hand drew forth my pocket-watch, flicking it open and glancing at it as the city was now almost encircled in a crescent shape. Soon now. All too soon.

My eyes went to the panic bands roaming the streets below, Azula at my side as my guard, watching as what probably counted as a city watch dragged stragglers from beds and homes. No one, even the deaf, could sleep through this as the sounds weren't entire audible, but psionic and arcane, a creeping dread that crept into the bones. Not a good thing for a civilian population to handle…and, magic users or not, this was a city unused to violence, let alone the destruction bearing down on it. This had a peaceful place, used to its people's superiority, and it was falling now even without an enemy soldier setting foot inside as yet. I had to give the invaders professional credit where credit was due; - they'd broken a decently powerful elven nation in barely a day.

Tick-tock…

'It's time to leave' I thought coldly, the faith of my Patron warning of the self-indulgence, the false virtue, of trying to save everyone and, in the end, saving no-one. The gates were torn asunder, I could see the things beginning to form in the fog…I could hear the screams in that mass. Feel the magic in the air, and the cracks in those shining barriers. Time was almost up, and we were not able to face the forces bringing them to bear in this time and place. I gazed out over the desert oasis cast in darkness, at the flashes of white light mixing with the fires burning here and there, soon to be out of control amidst the bitter chill. Closed my eyes and too a deep breath, releasing it and opening my eyes again.

Snapped closed my pocket-watch "We are leaving, Bats, alert the others. Prepare to surge the Doors on my mark and then immediately shut down and prepare to transit"

"You sure Boss?" Bab's voiced came back into my ear as Azula nodded, walking with me as I began to stride forward, ever forward, to gather my party before venturing forth "There's still a number in the city…"

"We have taken in thousands…" perhaps even low tens of thousands I feared in a city this size for elves, with tens of thousands fleeing through the Earth Portals "…so we done our part. Those defences aren't going to last much longer. We are leaving"

"Yes Captain"

The rest of my merry band, those physically here, waited on the other edges of the rooftop, that spelljammer of the drow docked at the roof across from us. Portals created shone brightly amidst the darkness, showing Debbie and Weryl had learned sufficiently how to create such, and that drow could do the same. Our 'allies' could see I was in motion, the mage, alerting his mother I suspected by the motion of his hand. My crew fell in around me, Bab's passing on the word as I came to end this and boldly flee as it was. This would be unpleasant, but it had to be done, and done now unfortunately. I stated the fact before the other captain could say anything else, just as she swung down from her spelljammer via rope bridge.

"We are leaving"

"No, there are…"

I made a careful motion with my hand, a cutting slash but not to appear as threatening as there was earnest concern there, a worry "Time is up. We are well past an hour now Captain. That barrier is crumbling, and I can feel what's beyond, and they perhaps us. My crew have done all they can, I can give but minutes more, and then we must away. If you and yours are coming, now is the time as per our agreement"

Her lips compressed, the drow wizard nodding ever so faintly, almost to himself as she spoke "There is no room for negotiation?"

My eyes were on the fall approaching "No. All that can be done, has been done, and the portals to earth won't burn out for a little longer….that's all I can offer, all I can say. I won't endanger mine to lurk here longer"

Captain Maeani looked to me, then to her wizard, and, seeing no support there, or upon the other two elven crew, she turned back to me, giving a short bow "I understand, your aid has been much appreciated and my spellsail is ready to sail through with thee. The holds are sufficient for its size?"

I nodded, gesturing to the Door "Head there and it will expand and take us all with, we will enter with you, not before"

It was a concession, of sorts, towards trust, but I wouldn't give anymore as we mouthed more pleasant-sounding politeness that meant the same thing in the end. She was trying to buy those scant extra seconds, and that I granted as Debbie summoned up a disk to carry my team through the air a few minutes later. I created protective barriers around us in a sphere, burning scrolls and spells as I watched the crowd below us, mostly elven women, and what would be called children and youths by elven standards, rushed now in that last moment. A magical enhanced voice was repeating calls and giving directions…urgent, 'run there now' directions…

My hand went to my comms, balanced on the stone disk as Debbie guided it along, the sounds of the spelljammer behind us start moving, watching us, ropes being dangled down to try take people off the streets even now "Babs, where are we on surging the Door?"

"Quinn's on it Boss, ready on your order…so, we're?"

"Let the that ship through, yes, but security team on point" I replied "What's it like on the other end?"

"Chaos, you just dumped a whole lot of frightened elves on us Boss. Lots of screaming and crying. Kara's organising. Just get back safe she says"

"Understood" I answered as the disk continued towards the massive Door, watching those below rush through, back at the empty streets further away, and at the spelljammer starting to glide towards us. That caused me to nod – they were trustworthy on that at least, no more delays. Taking out the 'scanning device' Quinn had given me I raised it up, active, and I watched the Door swell in size, the second on doing the same, till they merged into one large Door, raising up…

…and then Dropping down as the spelljammer came into range…

One moment in a doomed city…

Then next in the confines of the vast city ship with the buildings and bits of streets from the radius around the Door site, bringing forth all the survivors we could manage in the seconds the Door was active before it cut off entirely. My hands touched the comms, lowering and deactivating the device "Bring us through, now. We are officially leaving this plane"

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[08.27: Anabasis]

[Seeking the lands on others maps]

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[Trader's Journal: Day 2603]

[Current Dimension]

Another dimension closer to home? Hard to say for now, beyond its an empty world and we're head towards the next breach point at a slow, stealthy (for a fifty by thirty-five male a sized ship) attempt.

[Current Location]

Under the ocean on a very large earth-like. Giant earth? Super-earth? Whatever. It's not earth, and there's biosphere, but it's largely devoid of any civilization at a glance.

[Trading Report]

According to the Carrier, thanks to M'gann communing with it as I've been busy, we have taken onboard a grand total of 28,845 non-human humanoids designated as elves. Basically, we've taken onboard just under thirty thousand mouths to feed, who have magic, and are fucking elves, and mostly women, 'teenage' elves, and children with a handful of city guard mixed in. Children, widows, and fucking magical teenagers. Just after we dumped that number of militant humans on New Dallas.

Also, a drow spelljammer-planeswalker and crew. Does this count as trade?

Certainly, onboard now.

[Diary Entry]

Welp, here we are. More refugees. Least we're free of that dimension, and now have knowledge. Worrying knowledge, but knowledge at least. Information that we're going to compile for future usage unlike much of this journey, as possibly meeting a dimension power means having some information prepared. And our goblinoid multiversal empire are certainly something best borne in mind, albeit without a guide on how to get to this particular neck of the vast, vast, multiverse. Yes, hesitant, but, if our new 'friends' decide to come with us, then, well, erasing minds really ain't an option for them beyond Geas and Bond on specifics on how to get back to these planes.

So, yeah, I'm in our rooms with a little free time before bed as Kara insist on working a little longer because she and M'gann were resting while I was doing magic stuff. I needed the meditation time anyway, so, writing to handle the stress, I guess. Thinking those that had to be left behind, but regrets are oft a fool's errant, and I shan't indulge the pain of over thinking it. I tried, and I'll try better the next time, let's pray it never comes anyway. Self-reflection good. Getting stupid over it, bad.

Least I've a competent crew, and semi-allied competent refugee militia, that can organise the sorting out part of dumping all these people into an empty hold in an alien super ship we barely understand. Food and supplies are not an issue at least, but I had an hour of screaming, wailing, normally very dramatic at the best of time, elves to listen to before getting up here. It is not happy fun times. Also, it's a stereotype I'd rather not further associated with of a cleric of the Shrouded Lord and captive/rescued elven women. One is not overly in the mood for all that along with the weeping and wailing over lost homes.

Oh, yeah, and Courtney Whitmore is going to give birth very soon. I think that counts as failure on my part for failing to get her home for such. Chao wants a wedding ceremony between her and her harem. At least that's I'm assuming is the point of a ceremony she's on about for 'talking' on tomorrow. Yes, because now is the time to ask such things to me, while I'm grabbing food after a mission. Still, it's a celebration and it's not like it's been easy talk to me of late I suppose, and I am the resident priest of the ship with all the happy sunshine powers of marriage giving?

Even if I'm not exactly a Luthican. Eh. Whatever. Moments of happiness and celebrations for the crew is also very much needed. Even if I feel bad now for not being that. Need to hurry up and do the things that need to be done. But, well, it's not exactly easy to try for that at the moment, but at least we're edging closer to home each day I guess. That's something.

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[Trader's Journal: Day 2605]

[Current Dimension]

Non-FTL functional dimension. Yes, passed through and found that out. Thankfully dimensional active system we're in. Magically too. So, spelljamming our way towards the third moon of the fourth planet to head towards our next goal.

[Current Location]

In space!! With dimensional 'pressure' slowing us, we're about three-four days out from the portal sufficient to accommodate the Carrier.

[Trading Report]

Some asteroids for processing, that's about it. There's a big effort going into dealing with establishing the third quarter for refugee town, of depressed elves. But's drawn from Carrier stores, and we're locating them in the 'hydroponics' as it were, even it's filled with soil and crops as well. They can do magic druid crap or whatever in there.

Also, helped provide supplies to Captain Maeani and her crew for a small portion of 'wind stone' as they called it – taken from the last world we were on. I can see why the goblins might be interested in the stuff. Well, our research team can study it for now, but shame we didn't know about it to grab some more.

[Diary Entry]

We are on a 'known' but 'less used' track of dimensions as it were. Hardly a good thing, but we haven't spotted anyone as yet, and it's a good way to push through areas with something resembling knowledge I suppose. Also means avoiding any memetic problems and the like hopefully. This be a 'competitive' section of the multiverse as it were, but, well, my God may have a point I can contact Him if we follow the laid-out route. Her charts indicate certain things, and, well a connection through prayers is much needed right now. I just want to get back home with my crew safe and healthy.

Been busy, even as we're moving, and I'm so happy Barbara and Burt are handling the elf refugee situation, and thank heavens for that. I've been discussing matters, the charts and background knowledge, with the lady in the flying ship and her crew. I have concerns, yes, but it's a trade and that's the nature of cooperation and deals – buyer beware and all that. Here it's the fact we're in potentially hostile territory and the flip side of the coin of having more knowledge is that those giving the knowledge might be a problem. Moreso in that we could be looked for as the goblins they were dealt with before – well, developed planeswalkers. They could be able to track us, or at least look for us with means more advanced than the tools available to Captain Maeani.

Which are arcanely developed above most of my arcane tools let's say, at least in regards certain things. Now, the deal is they get to come with us, and they get wealth and land off in the League, even if they don't know the location of the League yet. Secrecy is, sadly, the name of the game outside truthful vagueness under Oath. I can deliver on a better future for all involved, as a new ally and company member would be most welcome. Getting Zee when we get back, we're all having a long sit down, and then hammering out some sort of agreement and training plan. This current hellish crap can't be allowed repeat itself.

Oh, yes, and sat down with my terror chef. Plans are now in motion for her wedding to her three paramours into formalising things before the Gods and all that. Last minute organisation for the win I guess. Or Courtney's impending birth and they wanted it before the child was born? I dunno, but it can be done, and it's a moment of joy and celebration the crew could do with. Kara's very happy with the idea, as is Quinn, in his Quinn way, so, yeah, now I'm help wedding plan too. Along with plotting courses through potentially hostile territory, and dealing with mad magical refugees.

To the joys of captaincy and clerics!

Slán for now future-me, I need sleep.

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[08.28: Anabasis]

[Tag! You're it!]

"So, a problem?" Barbara Gordon could only nod in agreement, arms folded across her chest as she stood in front of the displays, Callum coming up behind her. Kara was already here; unhappy she'd been caught just going off shift as Callum was off preparing for a wedding. Unfortunate, but this was one of the situations where they were supposed to be summoned to the bridge, just like Quinn was. After all this was a problem, one they'd been worried about, and now it was here and waiting till the 'morning' wouldn't make her friends happy as it could cause issues.

Kara gestured at the holographic displays "Three problems, over there"

Barbara nodded slowly, unhappily, the three little blips barely visible, but there they were on the event horizon of where they'd entered this dimension. Moving icons. Callum studied them, and then energy readings given off by the ship's sensors before sighing "Right. Spelljammers?"

"Looks to be so Boss" Barbara agreed "And I think they've seen us….or at least have an idea of us"

She moved her hand and began to trace on the holograms "See, sat around a little, and then up into the skies it looks like. We're only seeing them because we've been watching that spot on the Carrier's telescopes"

"Hmm, hmm" Callum murmured, glancing at Kara, who gave a helpless shrug before nodding unhappily at the situation "They probably are tracking us. How's the speed?"

"We're about three days out from them" Barbara answered "But they aren't moving that much faster if the speed and trajectory is correct, and we're at the next dimensional exit in half a day on your next shift…"

They'd tried to time it that way anyway. There were two Monitor drones up ahead checking the 'event horizon' for them already, but this was a problem clearly Barbara knew as he spoke "Yeah, chasing us down isn't going to be all that fast hopefully, but we're going to have to push through to the next dimension quickly…I think we should push up our speed, see if they match?"

Kara gave a nod "For now, the Carrier can afford the energy burn for now. Quinn, you're on this shift, think you track them and see can you figure out speeds and times, what sort of dimensional energy we're dealing with?"

"Of course I can" came the reply of their resident mad scientist, almost huffy in exasperation at the implications there, or lack thereof "And, Yes, passive only. It'll be handled"

"Aye, best we do that" Callum murmured, shaking his head "And I'll have a conversation with our Captain Maeani and her group. No change there?"

Barbara shook her head "No, they're same routine as when they came aboard. Eat, sleeping, helping the elves setup camp. There sleeping now, or meditating, or whatever elves do. I'd say you and Kara best take your rest Callum, and then meet her tomorrow after sleep and food. Not unless something radically changes on that speed, or they are looking like trouble….well, immediate threat trouble rather than eventual trouble-trouble"

"Babs is right Callum, it's been a long shift and you've been talking to Chao a few hours now" Kara agreed with her, nodding at the displays "By then we'll have more information, and you'll be a better mood to be dealing with them. Also, we'd be able to head through that door to the next dimension. Maybe we can try and lose them, or outrun them if we're lucky"

"Aye…aye, that we can try" Callum admitting unhappily, then sighed tiredly "Well, puts paid to any training plans for the Starfury pilots"

Barbara could only shrug "Looks like that is the case Boss, I'll let them know. Of course, you recognise we're going to have to go off-road on those maps…" if you could call dimensional knowledge maps considering the bizarre nature and structure of them "…we got a whole lot faster than planned"

"Well…" Callum stated in one of his 'thinking' poses "I didn't expect to use them overmuch anyway, and now we've an idea of where they consider the wild beyond the frontiers. Watch for traps or other spelljammers trying to get ahead of us, or waiting in ambush"

'Anddd there's the paranoia. Reasonable too, but also an excuse to stay here too' she thought with annoyance, nodding in agreement, but frowning at him "Yes, you know I will. The whole bridge crew will, and exactly why you and K here need to be rested, and in best form to deal with it, K?"

"Exactly" Kara agreed, glancing to Barbara in that knowing way. The 'if things change, then alert, otherwise don't disturb us' look they'd had before a few times. Time management, just as with Bruce, was the name of the game here "Babs can handle things here, and it looks like there isn't much we can do but wait"

Barbara nodded "Sure can K, if anything gets strange, I'll notify immediately, and I'll bring the alert team on shift if need be. Quinn you can handle the…"

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{Meanwhile, trying to get science from magic…}

"Yes, I will deal with those matters" Quinn Mallory replied to the holograms, resisting rolling his eyes at the thought he couldn't do such "Now, back to work"

Callum's hologram nodded "Fine, fine, I know where I'm not wanted. Just keep a close watch, this is very big problem for us"

'Yeah, we know Callum, duh' he wanted to say, but gave a nod, and then cut the hologram. Being tracked was, obviously, bad, but they were likely being followed now, and they'd planned for that. Quinn had expected as much, and so had Callum, once they'd found that place where they'd got all the elf girls from. Now they just had to figure out how to get through this place, lose the people, maybe, following them and then continue on learning all they could. It was just another problem for science, and a scientist like Quinn Mallory, to solve after all!

"Back to tracking magic, are we?" Doctor Silas Stone asked with an unhappy sigh. Silas was always like that Quinn found, getting frustrated by energy with the word 'magic' plastered on it. After a long time with Callum and Kara it was really just a different classification system, and perhaps usage system, for more fundamental dimensional principles "Unfortunate this happens just when we are making progress on the data-drive storage systems on the SLDF data"

Quinn shrugged "It was to be expected, the journey back has been a struggle, and getting beyond the data corruption areas has merely given us a lull till…now obviously. I find it very interesting to study how these other species manage their dimensional travels actually. Plus, getting home will allow us proper time to thoroughly study and analyse the extensive data we've collected"

"Limited data we collect in some areas"

"Now Silas" Isabel stated beside Quinn "Knowledge that self-destructs and destroys all the data is no knowledge at all"

Quinn nodded "Anti-thought I like to classify it at and bringing it and thinking minds together is like bringing highly volatile materials together. We've discussed already, so let's not rehash it again. Now our mission is to analyse these sailing ships flying through space"

"I hate discussing magic" Silas muttered, then sighed "Once the universe made sense"

"Before you came aboard?" Quinn offered then shrugged again "Welcome aboard. Now you're noticing it?"

"He could ignore it till now…mostly" the other 'DC-verse' scientist from STAR Labs, Sarah Charles offered with amusement, her hands together on the desk as she studied the images "So, we're limited to visual scans and long-range passive heat and energy observations?"

Quinn nodded, moving his hand on 'table' to move icons and show speeds "Yes, and with the info-hazard filter too. I'll get Tirdelk to come up when his team are on shift, or these ones look to be catching us faster than they seem to right now. The goal is to get an idea of their abilities, and then how best to get away from them"

It was the way Quinn preferred things, as Callum might decide to 'talk' to these people, but likely he'd just want to run away and ensure they couldn't find them. This big, overly massive really, ship they had was a great prize, even if it kept being filled up with lunatics, desperate people, and now elves…

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