you can't carry it with you

[modforged]

Who: Deathwing, Surion, and the Blacksworn
What: Successful retreat into the Obsidian Sanctum
Where: Obsidian Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed

[The Obsidian Sanctum is quiet, even in the midst of activity. The wounded have been taken to the right of the giant pool of lava in the center of the cavern, where Surion grimly stands observing. There aren't many dragons who seem to have made it inside, but it doesn't seem to have put a dent in the amount of black dragons moving around the sanctum either.

The ceiling is impossibly high, even with all the mountain range stretching through it. Rivers of lava create most of the light source, but Blacksworn will have no problem finding their way around once they are brought through the portal. The eggs have been moved to smaller and warmer clusters around the sanctum, and are guarded by at least two dragons at all times.

Meanwhile, Deathwing has himself perched on one of the larger ledges close to the ground so that he may watch the goings on from an elevated position, making his metal encased form very easy to see as soon as one enters.]

[OOC: Mingle log for blacksworn!]

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[mortalforged]

[Surion folds his arms as he watches the wounded. Occasionally he peers at Deathwing's latest perch out of the corner of his eye, but never for too long. His clawlike-nails dig into his arms; even his smile has a haunted look to it.]

[deathforged]

Surion.

[Deathwing's voice is a demand, and its followed by an expectant thwack of his tail against a mountain. As if his voice wasn't enough of a hint that he needs to approach him.]

[mortalforged]

[Surion doesn't waste any time slinking over to Deathwing's perch. He keeps his head down, a sign of respect and (rightful) fear.]

What is it you require?

[deathforged]

[He doesn't look down at his child -- he simply observes his claws and how the light of lava reflects off of them.]

How are the broods of my siblings fairing?

[mortalforged]

The reds lost two dozen more than the greens and bronzes, but they are still numerous and strong. The others only have a token fighting force due to injuries or previous engagements, while the blues remain crippled.

[deathforged]

[The news of the reds and their great numbers gets him to pause in his picking, eyes finally shifting to his child.]

It matters not. Alextrasza's consorts are dead. In time, she will have no children left to bolster her numbers.

[mortalforged]

[Surion doesn't cower, at least. He's too proud for that, being one of Deathwing's children and not some other clutch.]

... Yes. Even if she were to pick another consort, it would take ages for the whelps to be battle-ready.

[He lingers still, waiting to be given orders or dismissed.]

[deathforged]

[Deathwing leans a bit closer to scrutinize his child before deciding he is satisfied, shifting himself to fold his wings and forepaws lackadaisically.]

I will expect spoils in the future if we are to be housing the lesser races, Surion. Let me not pay witness to such an oversight again.

[He snorts a cloud of ash.]

Go.

[mortalforged]

[Oooooh that's cold. But Surion doesn't cower, not even a bit. Deathwing's children do not cower.]

Understood... my lord.

[He disappears quickly, seeming to melt into the shadows of a nearby rock.]

[beholdthedrums]

[Oh look who's following "orders" and finding Surion. Oh look who's downright unhappy to be here.]

Your boss "suggested" I come find you.

[He probably could have put it off. Or maybe never do it, but you know, he's apparently "motivated" right now.]

[mortalforged]

I appreciate the air quotes. That would be my father, Deathwing, by the way.

[He regards the Master with a smile that is not altogether nice.]

How can I help you, dragonsworn?

[beholdthedrums]

He's a real peach. Must be great at the dinner table. [Of course Deathwing is his father. That's just lovely.] This is me, getting acquainted, so how about you tell me how you can help.

[mortalforged]

[That gets a bark of a laugh. Anyway, he goes on.]

Whatever you need to fight this war, I will do my best to provide it-- given time, and some resources. If you are lacking in knowledge of current events or otherwise, I can bring you up to speed.

[beholdthedrums]

[Hm. Well. At least the guy seems useful.] You really think your lot can "save" a bunch of people from demons and we'll actually fight your war for you? Give us some weaponry and send us on our way? [He hasn't really figured out that he's got access to some shiny new abilities now.]

[mortalforged]

I never said anything about fighting for us. We are comrades, brothers in all but blood. Theoretically, anyway.

[He shrugs lightly.]

If you do not care for your current universe, you are welcome to stay in this one. It makes no difference to me. If we lose this war, we are all going to perish very painfully.

[beholdthedrums]

[Comrades, that makes it so much better.

Not.

Well, his current universe apparently means he'd be slotted for getting frozen on Gallifrey, out of reach from Rassilon killing him. So maybe this universe has potential, if he can get over Surion's surly dad.

Bit unlikely.]

Alright, fine. I am very lacking on current events, so yeah, a history lesson would be swell.

[mortalforged]

The night elves, one of the younger races, began experimenting with magic and attracted the attention of the Burning Legion. Realizing the danger to us all, Deathwing created a weapon to help fight the demons.

And then... well, he took it back.

[Surion doesn't seem to care too much.]

[beholdthedrums]

A weapon? [He likes the sound of that. You certainly have his attention. You can tell what the Master's priorities are.] What kind of weapon?

[mortalforged]

I cannot tell you, unfortunately. Rest assured that attempting to steal it for yourself would invite a swift death.

If you were lucky.

[beholdthedrums]

Right. Wouldn't dream of it. [He winces a little.] Magic, hm? How prominent of a force is that here? [Can't be too much if these "night elves" were messing around with it.]

[mortalforged]

[Wrong!] Fairly prominent, considering dragons are made of it. If you do not have a talent for magic, then the closest you will get to it is something like a fireball to the face.

[beholdthedrums]

[He files away all this information. Might come in handy at some point.] You could say that magic is "extinct" in my universe; so no, I don't have a talent for it.

What do you have for food around here? [He's got to sustain the leak of his lifeforce, after all. So what if he ends up eating through the flight's supplies. That won't be a problem for anyone, right? Psssh.]

[mortalforged]

Have you checked recently? [His eyes seem a bright, burning orange.] If you lacked something before, this world might have changed you. It is worth investigating, at any rate; dragonsworn do have a few benefits...

[Oh, right.] Food. Yes, of course. Over there-- [he points to a gathering of flat rocks.] -- we have left you some of the local fauna. Mostly bear. If you are particularly finicky, you're on your own.

[beholdthedrums]

[He glances down at his hands, remembering the warped way his lifeforce twisted when he had gone to attack the Doctor. He thinks harder on it, trying to conjure the usual static of his energy, and when he does, the same shadowy tones streak through it. He looks back at Surion, thoroughly perplexed.] I suppose that makes more sense now... [Sort of. He's not really sure how he feels yet about being "changed."

He shifts his gaze over to the food. Yeah that's not going to last long. He really does need to find a third option, like he mentioned to the Doctor. He stares back at his hand.]

[mortalforged]

[Surion eyes the Master's hands calmly.]

Perhaps you should experiment a little... a safe distance away from everyone else, that is.