A new Allegiance

Rising from the great deserts far to the east a hot wind blew over a strange forest. It was just not as it was supposed to be. Fir trees do not carry cherries for example.
In this forest an elf stood posed to defend himself. He was around 2 metres high and of a frail build that looked like a strong wind could break him. An occasional overlooker might have thought him sick, since his pale skin and blonde hair so pale it looked nearly white, surely didn't help to give him a healthier look. Only his eyes defied all assumed sickness. Those clear blue eyes spoke of a sharp and probing mind that knew how to fight and to survive.
The elf was garbed in dark red and gold robes that were inscribed with the symbols of the elements and would indicate to the knowing spectator that this elf wielded at least some arcane power.
Confronting the elf was a beast that looked like a crossbreed of a human and a hog, around 2 and a half metres high.
It looked at the elf with narrowed, sickly yellow eyes that beheld a mischievous intelligence and judged the elf, carefully assessing any potential dangers. The flaring of his nostrils showed that the beast was unsure if it should attack the elf and make him its meal.
Suddenly the pose of the elf changed, as if he had reached and important decision. He spread his arms wide and spoke loud and clearly:
"Open up Cardanvor. Open up Demladris. Join your forces around me."
It's eyes widening with shock, the beast turned and ran as it felt the arcane powers seemingly coming out of nowhere and forming around the elf. Smiling a triumphant smile, the elf released the spell he had casted more times that he could count.
"Bladestorm!". After nearly shouting the final word the elf waited for the spinning blades to form around him, so the he could send them after the beast, like he had done so often before.

Or so he thought.

Instead of the few dozen blades that should appear and kill the beast, the forest around him erupted with thousands of spinning blades, ripping the beast to shreds but also reducing full grown trees to splinters. One of the blades riocheted off a tree and hit his left arm, cutting it to the bone.
Shocked he quickly stopped the effect he had conjured. What should have been a simple, moderately powerfull spell had manifested at least 100 times as strong as it should be.
Breathing heavily the elf clutched his injured arm to his breast and sat down at one of the trees that still stood, staring at the carnage he had made happen.
Some minutes later, when he had regained his composure, he ripped the hem of his robe and bandaged the wound on his arm.
Speaking loud to himself, the elf said: "This surely is not the Norrath I know of."
Suddenly a voice spoke: "I see that you have noticed the fact too, elf."
Startled the elf jumped to his feet and quickly turned to face the speaker. Near the tree stood a hunman warrior garbed in steel plate in an excellent state of repair, nearly polished to the point of gleaming. Strapped to his back was a large, wicked looking, two handed sword. The elfs face changed to show a sneer of contempt, he always used when dealing with inferior races.
"You are stranded alone on a world that does not even know what a High Elf is. Don't you think your behavior at least a bit ... foolish?".
Blushing, the high elfs sneer softened. "What is the name by which you are called, human?", he asked. "I am Haakon Stormbrow of the Order of Stormseekers", the warrior answered. "And yours, elf?"
The high elf's head rose proudly. "I am called by the name of Coragon Pyrdakor, Caller of the Void and Disciple of the Arcane Nexus, Member of the 14th house", he answered.
"A mage then." Haakons face showed a smile. "I have always wondered why you High Elves just can't be brief", he told the still blushing elf with a short sigh.
"Say, human, why do you know of my craft and the place I hail from? Did you enter this place through the blue portal like I did, about one day ago?", Coragon curiously asked Haakon.
"Yes, we all did", Haakon replied. "Whom do you mean when you say we?", Coragon asked then, his curiousity growing.
Haakons face grew stern. "I mean the Order of Stormseekers, Coragon", he answered. "Didn't it occur to you, that you might not have survied the journey to the other side?", Coragon said stunned. "Well, why did you enter it then?", Haakon asked the elf, still smiling.
"I guess I just wanted to know whats on the other side", Coragon replied.
Suddenly Haakon raised his head and let out a loud laugh that could be heard echoing through the remains of the forest.
"Why do you try to mock me, human?", Coragon said while his face slowly deepened into a scowl. "Don't worry, friend. I am not trying to mock you", Haakon answered, his face stern. "It's just that you answer is exactly the reason why we did it. The Order is from a world far away even from Norrath.", Haakon explained. "When we want to know whats on the other side, we just go there".
As he listened to Haakons words, Coragon felt that something inside him was reacting to Haakons words. He suddenly realised that this was exactly the reason why he studied the arts, that his whole life had been led by the question: "Whats on the other side?".
Speaking brief and plainly for maybe the first time in his life, Coragon asked Haakon: "How do I join?".....