"From henceforth, you all will listen to and obey every order I give you, as you have most likely done with others in the past. However, the only difference is that if you try to disobey me, I will painfully pull you apart atom by atom and turn those atoms into dust which I'll place on the moon. And if at any point that dust begins to form anything larger than a decimeter in diameter, I will incinerate the combined sediments in Equestria's local sun. Am I clear, you four?" Was the first thing that Princess Luna said to the combined group of misplaced humanoids around her.
She couldn't help but inwardly smile at the reactions of the two shorter creatures, whom responded with dropped jaws and wide eyes. Even the elf's eyes had widened at the threat. The only one who appeared unaffected was the human, who was smiling to himself.
"You're much more fun than your sister, Miss Luna. I'll play along. I might even use your title, every now and then." Was all he said.
"You'd be wise to do so, human. Princess Luna doesn't make idle threats. And that consequence is one she's done before. A shame to, I miss that maid." Contributed Captain Permafrost, idly reading the day's newspaper from his position beside the door. He was lying, of course, but it still scared the paladin a bit more. It even made the human shift in his place.
"Yes, anyway, it's time for you to answer some questions for me. Firstly, you, paladin. How many do you remember being with before being thrown out of Azeroth?" Luna stated plainly, turning he head towards the blood elf.
"I had counted four, counting myself and Splug here." He responded near immediately.
"My name's not Splug! It's Spolge!" The shorter of the Horde soldiers interjected.
"I find myself not caring, Splug. I do care about those numbers, however. Who are you missing, elf?" Luna questioned further.
"A Tauren shaman and a Forsaken rogue. The Tauren was a woman, the Forsaken a man. And my name is Rel'Shalor, your majesty." The paladin answered.
"Hm, the shaman won't be a problem to find. The rogue however... Regardless, Arvenell, how many were in your group?" Luna asked after a moment of thought.
"Same as real shalot's group. We had a Draenei and a Night Elf druid. I'd worry about the druid more, she had a tendency of vanishing without a trace." The death knight confirmed. "And aside from Melkiv here, that priest was the smartest out of all of us. You would probably be able to reason with her."
Luna nodded, turning to Permafrost. "Captain, please fetch Princess Twilight for me. And also send a flyer out to Ponyville to find Miss Fluttershy, her expertise with animals may be able to help find the druid and shaman. I want you to join the search after seeing Twilight. If you wish, you may take one of these four with you, though I ask that if you do so to bring one of your lieutenants with you. If anyone asks, just say they're a foreigner looking for a friend. It would be at least partially honest. I'll stay here with Twilight and a pair of guards to devise the next stage, which is to get them all back."
Permafrost nodded with a low 'Yes ma'am.' and turned to Rel'Shalor. "You look to be the most useful, as well as the least annoying. I might even need your help." The elf nodded and donned his helmet, striding to the bulky unicorn's side. Before they left, Luna pointed her horn at the elf and sent a spell at the paladin.
"There. That's a more localized variant of the translation spell in this room. You should be able to talk to anyone you meet, Rel. And don't act out of line, as I'll be watching." She added as they opened the door.
"Now then. As we are now lacking the more civilized of your merry little group," Arvenell gave an annoyed huff at this. "I feel we should set some ground rules. First off, no fighting. You'd get blood on the marble floors. Secondly, and this goes to you specifically, Arvenell, no flirting with visitors. We're going to have a few, most of them likely to be mares." Luna started.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't flirt with ponies. I barely even feel emotions like that any more!" He shot back at the lunar monarch.
"I don't care. You leave the impression on me that you would flirt on any sentient female, and I feel better getting that out of the way. Third rule, feel free to ask questions about all subjects except MY past. I'll be lenient. And finally, absolutely no leaving this room. I'll be here for the majority of your time here though, so that shouldn't be too much of a problem. As for what we will be doing, as soon as your friends, or companions, whichever you prefer, we'll start working on getting you back to your broken and distraught world. I'll pretty much be babysitting you until then." Luna concluded, giving an exasperated sigh. "Any questions?"
"Just one. What's the plan if more than the eight of us were sent through?" Arvenell brought up, removing his helmet. His face was a heavy one, dark rings under his eyes and creases knit on his forehead. His hair was gray, not from age but from a case of short-term death. He appeared old, but it was impossible to tell his age. There was a long silence before he was answered, and it was none other than Luna who answered him.
"We improvise."