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Who: Malygos, Zerigosa, and the Bluesworn
What: Successful retreat into the Sapphire Sanctum
Where: Sapphire Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed
[Zerigosa is positioned by the portal's entrance as soon as the Bluesworn enter, directing the wounded to an area where two or three blues rest, regenerating from very serious wounds. There is at least one dragon who has been carried inside that seems to have died from a direct gunshot to the head. Though ice coats every inch of the sanctum, the Bluesworn will find the cold mild at its worse and comfortable the moment they forget its existence.
The ceiling is open to a visible and gorgeous aurora of arcane energy that spirals outward through cracks in the ice. There are no eggs anywhere to be found, and the Blue Dragonflight is disturbingly few in number in comparison to all the dragons that had been battling outside.
The fabled Spellweaver himself appears to be nowhere to be found. There is, however, a strange insectoid creature made of runes and ice that has perched itself on a large stalagmite like a cat ready to pounce, and it is watching your every movement.]
[OOC: Mingle log for bluesworn!]
What: Successful retreat into the Sapphire Sanctum
Where: Sapphire Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed
[Zerigosa is positioned by the portal's entrance as soon as the Bluesworn enter, directing the wounded to an area where two or three blues rest, regenerating from very serious wounds. There is at least one dragon who has been carried inside that seems to have died from a direct gunshot to the head. Though ice coats every inch of the sanctum, the Bluesworn will find the cold mild at its worse and comfortable the moment they forget its existence.
The ceiling is open to a visible and gorgeous aurora of arcane energy that spirals outward through cracks in the ice. There are no eggs anywhere to be found, and the Blue Dragonflight is disturbingly few in number in comparison to all the dragons that had been battling outside.
The fabled Spellweaver himself appears to be nowhere to be found. There is, however, a strange insectoid creature made of runes and ice that has perched itself on a large stalagmite like a cat ready to pounce, and it is watching your every movement.]
[OOC: Mingle log for bluesworn!]