Compared · to · the · past · 10,000 · years, · this · should · be · easy...

  Humans are disgusting.  They walk around sniffling and wiping their noses on their sleeves, spreading this disease as they touch doors or each other.  It almost makes me sick watching them.  One of them bumped into me the other day, damn near sneezing on me.  If I wasn't so concerned about keeping a low profile I would have killed it.

  I've lost track of the human male.  Not sure how.  I'll find him again.  My former partner seems to have gone missing, that human may be all I have.  I hate the thought of having to go out and make more contacts among these creatures.  It makes my scales crawl.  Honestly, I swear they have begun to lift. 

  Goddess, if I'm starting to shed because of the lack of moisture in this damn place, there's gonna be hell to pay. 

  Dealing with this gives me a headache.  I need to find somewhere warm to sit and think for awhile.  Preferably a place where i can get some water on my scales. 

  Where the hell is that blasted construct? 

   

 

  My situation has become more complicated. An Autobot know as Ratchet wishes to meet with Barricade and form a truce and - while Barricade says he is the most trustworthy among them - I have many misgivings. I suppose it is just my own paranoia. These past years have made me question a great deal of my former relations. I am even nervous about trusting Barricade - who has made it perfectly clear that he will kill me should I do anything to interfere with his plans.  Not that I would.  In fact, I fear I need this alliance as much as he does.  I am utterly alone in this place, and, as much as it pains me to admit it, I cannot stand it.  At least until I am able to get along in this place and come up with some sort of way to get out, I need to have someone there.  Granted, I would rather have someone not so unnerving, but I'll take what I can get.  Barricade is, at least, intelligent.  He claims that the one called Ratchet is as well.  With their help, there may be a way home. 

  It's all I can hope for at this point.  That, and that things back home are alright.   

  I hope to meet with them soon, for better or for worse.  It is the waiting I cannot stand.

It has been...an interesting day to say the least.  The humans of this world seem to be far more technologically advanced than those of Azeroth - but with a complete lack of magic.  It strikes me as odd - even the goblins and gnomes use a fair share of magic when building their contraptions.  What's more, the constructs here are not only far larger than those I have seen before, but are surprisingly intelligent.  I have met one who calls itself (himself, I suppose) Barricade.  He seems to feel as I do about the humans, and we have formed some semblance of an alliance.  How long it will last, I cannot say.  Barricade has enemies, of his own strange and frightening race, and they are here.  We had a run in with two of them, I can only hope there are no more.  There was a human among them, dressed just as strangely as those I have seen.  I only glimpsed him, but he carried some sort of device that looked much to me like a rifle, similar to one I have seen other humans carrying.  I only glimpsed him, but I do not believe he is a part of this place's military - he seemed as much out of place as any of the rest of us who have been brought here.  I have only seen a handful, but the water supply is more than enough to last hundreds of humans through a siege.  I can hear the water rushing below me now, I imagine the drain system here to be roughly the size of the one in Dalaran, or maybe even the temple.

The temple...it seems so far now.  I have not had time to pause and think of "home", what with meeting Barricade and his escaping his enemies, but now that I have time to rest...

I can only imagine what condition things are in.  I never got the chance to ask Kael what he meant in his letter, I never found out what was wrong with Illidan.  I had so many things to speak to them about, especially Illidan. 

I suppose it doesn't matter now.  There is no magic here, no source for me to tap and attempt a portal.  There is no way to get back on my own. 

I need to keep myself occupied so I do not dwell on things, and I need to learn as much of this place as I can.  It would do well to keep near my ally, to learn of him as well.  As much as it pains me, I need to also make an effort to interact with the humans here.  They are the most populous, and the government seems comprised of them.  I believe my new partner can assist in that as well - even the human that accompanied his enemies seemed slightly shocked by them, perhaps I will not strike them as so frightening by comparison.  At least I am of similar size and build. 

I clearly have much to think about, and much to organize. 

I need to trade for a robe.  It is cold here at night, and I cannot afford to waste mana on a fire.  I wasted enough to day dealing with these constructs.  The heat Barricade and the building I am against are radiating is barely enough to keep me from torpor.  Add finding a trading post to the list.

    I am uncertain of what to make of this...place.  It is not Azeroth, nor is it Outland.  I cannot shake the feeling that I have been portaled somewhere...but I would have noticed one being opened, yes? 
    Perhaps not.   I suppose I was a tad...preoccupied, what with dealing with mercenaries and all. 
    Still...
    I can smell other lifeforms near by, but I am not so certain I should approach them.  This world is strange, but is it strange enough that people would not run in fear of me?  I have dealt with such a thing in the past - unpleasant, to say the least.  No.  I don't particularly wish to go through that again.  I will simply follow the smells and observe.  Perhaps I will run across someone like me, or at least understanding of my appearance.   It is far easier to deal with people who aren't afraid of you - they warm up much faster when they aren't screaming.
    One thing can be said for this place - this smooth stone is almost perfectly even, nothing to catch a scale on.