Tarvek went to one armoured knee, blade's flame dying at his command, chain-sword not active as he took a calming breath…for the threat had, for now, vanished. Leaving a scattered mess of a feast, of armed warriors and tables strewn about, those frozen a moment ago rising up, but his own focus was on his companion first and foremost "Jan. May. You are unharmed?"

Janet was up, or rather staggered to him, grabbing his armoured form for support as she gasped out, fearful, as one should be after…this madness "Yes…oh, god, what the…was that?"

"Elf-dragon-creature. I will stand now" he warned her, then straightening, standing tall, armoured helmet touching the ceiling. This world at least built inside of buildings tall, as even power armoured, he only had to stoop slightly to avoid his head hitting the ceiling and scrapping along it. Sensors and his HUD took in the stunned and wary pair of bands before him, seeing the Mage-Lord and her advisor were awash with arcane power, the Warchief's bodyguard around him. Tarvek raised his voice through the speakers "What was that? Is there is still a right of hospitality and peace between us?"

'Do we flee? Is staying madness? Would it provoke this dragon-elf being to attack?' was the variety of issues in his mind, as the creature had…studied the effects of the Dimensional Anchor while mumbling insanely. Which could indicate an insane genius Mage of some style, or a mad Blue Dragon, as Bronze Dragons had clearly attacked him, them, already. This wasn't even an attack, but a…very dragon-like demand for information from 'mere mortals' when he now considered it. When not having the terrifyingly powerful being before them, threatening with insane amounts of magic…

"PEACE! CALM ALL!" the Mage-Lord, Proudmoore, called out, standing up, staff in hand and illuminating brightly "WE HAVE BEEN ATTACKED! BUT NONE HERE HAVE BROKEN OATHS OF PEACE! WARCHIEF THRALL!"

"SHE…SHE SPEAKS TRUE!" the Warchief, stood raising arms "WEAPONS SHEATHED! SHEATH THEM NOW! YOUR WARCHIEF COMMANDS IT!"

"What are we doing?" Janet whispered to him, moving to help Mayuko, Tarvek's suit picking up said whispers clear as day "Mayu…May, your fine, just shaken and…"

"LET US RETREAT AND REST A TIME AFORE TALKING AGAIN" Tarvek asked/demanded as he stood ready, either to flee with his Compass across dimensions, or to fight should the need arise. They were so close…they'd agreed in giving what he wanted after all, till the insane mage-elf-dragon appeared "LET SERVANTS CLEAN AND MAGES SEE TO DEFENCES. BEST TO CALM MY BURNING BLOOD BEFORE SEEKING AGREEMENT?"

The Orc Warchief, Thrall, was looking at him warily now, as were other orcs amongst them, as Tarvek stood now over them all, clad in his power armour, awash with divine energies…and a dimensional anchor driven into the ground before him "AYE….AYE, LET US CAMP A TIME, THEN SPEAK AGAIN. WE CANNOT LET THOSE WHO SEEK TO DIVIDE US SUCCEED….AGAIN"

….that was not a good sign, as it indicated past negotiations were subject to attack, at least judging from facial and body language in response to those words. Tarvek put that to the back of his mind, standing in such a way as to be intimidating, chain-blade held at the ready, but not too threatening either hopefully as Janet and Mayuko stood warily behind him, sheltering should trouble erupt. More trouble at least Travek would have said, looking at the wreck strewn around from the rampage of mere moments ago. Thankfully sanity seemed to exist here, and none objected to a temporary 'break' from the feast, and Tarvek 'fell' out of his power armour as he 'stored' it within the Compass once again. Escaping to 'their' room to plan out what next to do, just as the orcs went to their camp most likely, and whatever strangeness between Mage-Lord and Warchief was discussed…

{Pathfinder Log: 14.08.165 PLF}
{Days Since Contact Lost: 277}
{Dimension: Azeroth-01}

I am in my armour, with speakers off, so I can record this more easily. Also, to make any who scry upon me unable to know what is said. Such as the Blue Dragon that, interrogated us I'd call it. Because considering it now, it wasn't truly an attack, as the being was far more powerful than believed. The fact that Lady Proudmoore and her 'chamberlain', an equally powerful mage, are being reticent about the name. Acceptable as it could be a Name situation and best not summon back the powerful being such as that!

They did state it us unrelated to the undead would-be world conquering threat, and maybe not even to the Bronze dragons attacking me. Perhaps even their enemies. One does not know, because, clearly, our hosts do not know. Yet it brings the most important question: Do we stay or do we go now?

Decision is to stay, simply put. This realm offers to many rewards, which is essentially a means beyond it, and with the patronage of two powerful rulers, one of this Alliance in the Mage-Lord, and of the Warchief of this Horde – well, there are few options otherwise available. Every plane has its own risks, and the attacks are a problem, but one yielding a solution in this patronage. Not that I like this Horde and its shamans overmuch, low opinion I will only say for now. Tis not their undead, nor the daemonic influenced rites, but they are less trustworthy I feel, though the hatred of the humans and others is an issue with the Alliance I imagine. But, again, we have patrons, I am best to deal with such aggression compared to Janet and Mayuko.

That and they have their war to fight. With undead mainly, but perhaps also with dragons. So there is market there for our services as well. Something I've spent this day, and what was left after that fiasco yesterday, in the negotiating. Along with talking and seeking answers, along with rather interested questions from the Mage-Lord on things that aren't undead or dragons attacking, but instead upon my home. That I can only give in limited format, as per training and oaths, along with opinions on such things as this place. I'm not entirely sure what she wants there, as I said such things upon Skartaris would be achieved by allying against the greater foe, as they are doing, along with occasional marriages between clans to build alliance. It is not my fault this plane does not seem to have such political marriages between their respective nations!

Regardless of that; I have been given a damaged, partly burnt out due to the undead attack, former smithy now under my temporary ownership. I intended to rebuild the two-story stone building, restore and upgrade the smithy, and use it as a temporary workshop for a month, perhaps two, to prepare for a journey to seek out a nexus-point or even an active portal. Lack of planetary communications and satellites makes such a slower process, but the fact the Mage-Lord promises teleportation to talk with some other mages means that help can be gained. Again – benefits of a patron, warring with my nerves. Rewards and risk analysis.

I shall inspect, and begin repairs, of this Workshop tomorrow.


{Pathfinder Log: 15.08.165 PLF}
{Days Since Contact Lost: 278}
{Dimension: Azeroth-01}

Having inspected and begun repairs while in power armour (and not having any more dragon attacks), the Workshop's walls are now plastered, insulated, and has a roof again after a day. Gawping crowds of natives aside, and very annoying gnomes shouting and running at us for answers to inane questions to match, I consider this a success. Next come protective wards, and the Mage-Lord has contributed what materials that we have requested. Janet will have a basic alchemy lab, and myself too of course, and that will at least let me train her somewhat in medical procedures different to what she is trained in. Mayuko too, though she is more annoyed that till the Workshop is completed there is no time to train her.

There is much trade at the moment, and goblins too. This plane's goblins are traders did you know?

That's rare, and unusual, but, hey, good for them. Good for us too, as there are materials and tomes available for purchase for gold coins. Good that this plane accepts materials that we have. Ideally, we'd travel back to the Waystation for supplies, but I am wary of such a risk. Perhaps when a shielded Workshop is completed?

Perhaps? Perhaps not?

Regardless of such concerns the plan is now to complete this, use the stores, and then, once a location is plotted, scouted physically. That is the nature of things, and will allow training of Mayuko, and Janet, as well as forging of armours and weapons from native materials. That will equip them, and perhaps some guards we shall aim to hire with our Patrons help. Minor secrets in exchange for such things as Pathfinder rules allow. Encourage really, as get home has gone from feeling impossible to perhaps possible, even if it will be several months spent upon this plane.

Time will tell. Albeit with temporal defences needed unfortunates. Damned time travelling mad dragons!

Time in my workshop, even if temporary, will be linear I tell you what!

Other than that, this city, and the orcs camped beyond, prepare for war against the undead. Again, a market to sell some weapons too, and healing too if needed. They have such things here after all, and it builds relationships as the manuals in training argued. Our House Lord did such things on his journey, and protection is apparently needed – so trade for goods and services in exchange. We shall see. Pathfinder Tarvek, signing off.