Tarvek stood calm and proud as the new orc entered his yard, a glare on the warrior's face, matched by the shaman, Rehgar, standing beside Tarvek. Janet and Mayuko were on guard, he could feel it after only the barest hint of a glance towards them as the two other orcs glared at each other. Then he was back to looking calmly at the new arrival, named Garrosh Hellscream, one hand idly on his now sheathed bastard sword as the other orc had axes on his back. A…different style choice for the straps, as back weapons could be awkward Tarvek had found over the years; either for getting them out, or for putting them in.

He was a powerfully built warrior at that, though he had the native urge to leave glaring weakspots in his armour by leaving his under arms, chest, and upper thighs, alongside those oversized pauldrons they favoured. A young warrior as some would say, as Tarvek was, though he guessed the approach light red/brown-skinned warrior was likely a few years older than he himself was. In some ways the warrior reminded Tarvek of his Uncle Garv, though that could because he didn't like Garv, and generally didn't like the same arrogant, always demanding, look upon this other orcs face. Still…be polite as he gave a nod "Greeting warrior, welcome to my workshop and training yard"

"Rehgar why are you here?" was, instead of responding to Tarvek, the response as the new arrival strode up to the shaman, almost snarling, near spitting, into the wolf-capped shaman's face "This is none of your business!"

Before the other orc could snarl back, Tarvek raised his voice, still calm, polite "Ehem, this is mine own shrine yard, and you will address it's owner and the one who greeted you"

That turned whatever simmering rage was within the would-be berserker towards Tarvek, as he'd expected, as he watched the rapid turn, then a footstep with an intake of breath, growl held back "You….yes, I would have words with you"

Tarvek merely starred back blankly, blandly, giving a nod as the other orc tried to be intimidating. Well, cultural differences weren't all that great here then compared to various clans back home then "Words are important, and there seems to be many directed towards here this day. Yet, my contract is with thine Warchief, not with either of thee, regardless of rank beneath him"

Politely, carefully, press conversational buttons Tarvek decided, ready for a violent response should it come despite body language and tone, hopefully, conveying polite respect. This internal Horde, and later with the humans Alliance, politics needed to go and be away from Tarvek and his companions in Tarvek's view, and that started now. No side deals. No fucking around. He'd gotten what he wanted, and he intended to keep it as the local 'brown' orc growled, snarled, back but keeping his temper on a least clearly enough "You think you can give commands to me you…"

"Yes" Tarvek said back, straightening and 'looking down' into the other orcs eyes fiercely despite keeping his tone calm and friendly "Yes, this war-priest can. This is my land, my yard, my shrine, and you, warrior, are merely a guest on these holy grounds"

Then came the stare down, eyes into the soul as it were, and the other orcs hand started to move after a few seconds…or was a minute?...of silence, Tarvek's hand reactively moving to catch it as it moved for the awkwardly placed axe "Draw steel guest, I draw blood"

Tarvek immediately released the other's hand as the orc snarled, loudly, wrenching it to the side, stepping back a step, rage flaring as Tarvek stood calm while the other orc, the shaman, watched on, perhaps ready to interfere, while he could feel Janet adjust her weapon towards them. He hoped she retained her trigger discipline as he starred down this warrior clearly used to getting his own way, hissing a "You dare" at Tarvek.

He didn't respond initially to this Garrosh, simply starring back blankly, hand on blade hilt, not bothering to summon his power armour. Then, after that pause, stated, politely "Why have you come here Warrior Hellscream?"

The answer to that, of course, was to subvert his Warchief's authority and make a deal behind his back. That or to 'deal with' Tarvek perhaps, the warrior was clearly ambitious but overeager, seeking to prove himself. In that Tarvek could relate…if not for death staring each other at this current time. Or the fact that this could erupt into murderous violence any moment, concealed daggers and bastard sword within reach. If it turned…first strike with wrist dagger into the exposed left under arm he decided. Waited, calmly, patiently, as training dictated, body at the ready to uncoil.

With visible effort the other orc 'calmed' himself, wanting violence, but glancing at the other orc beside them, one clearly not on his side, and wishing to inform on this regardless. Fighting, here and now, meant more than one enemy after all. So, he took that in clearly enough, but changed tack faster than Tarvek had expected "You serve accursed powers like the Draenei! You consort with of your people….your loyalty lies with the Horde! How can you stand there Earthfury while this….so-called Shaman insults our ways. What my father died for!"

"He is not of the Horde" the other orc answered in a tense, faux bored, tone, arms still folded across his chest, eyes boring into the brown-red orc "Clearly"

"No, this here shaman and pathfinder is not of your people, and loyalty is to mine nation, my Lord's Faith, my Mage-Lord's House, and to my Clan" Tarvek stated simply, still calm on the surface "If you have come to insult me and mine….then you are not welcome here. Leave"

Tense seconds passed…and then one called Garrosh snarled at him, but turned, stomping away in a rage, Tarvek saying nothing. It had gone better than expected in some ways. No weapons had been drawn, no blood spilled, and he at least had a clearer idea of the divisions in the various groups of this land. But he said nothing, nor did the other orc, Rehgar, as the one named Garrosh stormed out of the yard, followed by his two guards. Watched by other guards and some foolish civilians on the street. Only then emitting a weary sigh, turn to the Shaman Earthfury "Now, tell more of these troubles and thine histories, for some reason one feels it may become relevant soon enough…"

{An elf, a dragon, and a mage pay a visit…}

"Archmage Krasus, it is an honour and…" he heard Antondias's former apprentice, and now ruler of Theramore greet him as he arrived on her island city. There was a general introduction, and polite concern underneath that in tone, that Korialstrasz could text as his elven visage gave a smile back to the human woman. Matters were already proving dangerous across the world, and loathe as he was to leave his Queen's side…

"Simply Krasus for now Jaina" he opted for a more informal and friendly tone "For now I am here as an emissary of the Council of Six, not as a member. I'm afraid matters have been truly…malleable…here on Theramore. That, and word that you have set flames amidst the tinder?"

More than that, but Malygos, a now likely Mad Malygos as his Queen worried, had arrived in a thunder of power to gain answers from this orc from another world or timeline…

And now the Blue Dragonflight were doing…something. Building something. That would 'save Azeroth' according to a Blue who had risked an old friendship in warning, or perhaps hope for peace. For none but the Blue Dragon Aspect knew what was being assembled, beyond it was…tower shaped, and clearly did something that had driven the Bronze and Blue into open conflict 'Or the Bronze in a panic in truth'

Answers were desperately, desperately, needed, and it was why he was risked being here, with an outlander orc that could, perhaps, see through a Visage. One that had arrived with two human outlanders, and making deals with both Alliance and Horde leaders after the Bronze Flight had attacked them. Korialstrasz knew Chronormu enough to…have doubts there, but whatever had been used by the outlanders had a time-blocking effect. Which was…concerning to not only his flight, but also to Korialstrasz as it implied things about the Bronzes and what had occurred with his Queen's suffering. Who was telling the truth?

Mad Malygos?

Stoic but too silent Nozdormu?

Answers were needed, and he could only hope his visage's protections were sufficient to close the eyes of others, these outlanders, to his hidden form. That they saw only an elf, a mage of power. Yet there was more than that, as his withdrawal for a brief period to attend his beloved…was seeing madness occur, and the Alliance possibly fracturing in the face of promised outside influences as Jaina Proudmoore gave a firm nod, showing not a hint of embarrassment "It is a firm promise of peace"

"Yes, some might see it so" Krasus answered with a faintly bemused tone, then frowned sadly "Others not so"

The ruler of Theramore winced faintly "Yes, on both sides, but…we have been attacked, and if we cannot unite now, in the face of the Scourge"

"Hmm, yes, and I thank you for the wedding invitation…slash peace conference and strategy for invading Northrend" he replied, as dealing with the Lich King was also a problem needing solving, though thankfully one doable with mortal armies. Whatever the Blues were attempting might not be so. Still, the sudden eruption of madness, as that was what it felt like, from Kalimdor had forced him to return from Wyrmcreset and take a more active role in mortal affairs once more!

"We are all on the same side in this conflict"

"Yes, seemingly so…" he sighed at her forceful response "Now, I believe you have information your guests have brought, and of these dreadful dragon attacks…"