but there never seems to be enough time

[modforged]

Who: Nozdormu, Lanadormi, and the Bronzesworn
What: Successful retreat into the Bronze Sanctum
Where: Bronze Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed

[While normally the Bronze Sanctum is lit up for those who reside within it, today there's a gentle breeze that blows softly throughout it. Unusually refreshing for those who may need it while the sands themselves seem to blow away from the injured.

The wounded (dragons and anyone else who may need it) are near ruins where foliage flickers in and out as if it's there, then not there the next second. An illusion or something else? The hourglass nearby seems to tick by slower and slower. Should anyone approach, they just might feel as if every part of their body has slowed down immensely, yet the few designated healers don't seem to be affected in the slightest.

Lanadormi herself seems to be doing everything at once. One second she may be giving instructions and the next she's at the other side of the sanctum tending to another matter. Whatever it is she's doing, it appears the normal law of time doesn't apply to her.

Near the lake is a man who seems disinterested in the current events, focused intently on his reflection in the water instead.]

[ooc: Mingle log for bronzesworn!]

Comments

[mortalforged]

[The heat will become more bearable if she simply stops thinking about it.]

How may I help you, champion?

[windandrain]

[If it's not that, it's the dryness, or the utter lack of growth, or...quite a few other things.]

Answers, first. And then solutions. First, what do I call you, and are you a dragon as well?

[mortalforged]

[Sorry, the Caverns of Time are not much of an upgrade. Oops.]

I am Lanadormi, a bronze dragon like the ones you saw outside.

[windandrain]

[Being underground would be just about as bad, if not worse...

She flexes her fingers, clearly agitated.]

Why have I been brought here? And what have your brethren done to me?

[mortalforged]

[Lana is calm and clear like the lake nearby.]

Now that we have no distractions, I can properly explain this to you.

[She opens her arms.]

The Burning Legion sent the demons that attacked us in the forest. They have set their sights on Azeroth as well as your world and many others, and have already begun to invade. We have slowed your world's time and brought you here. It is enough, we hope, to buy us time to unite and drive them away.

What is it you think we have 'done' to you?

[windandrain]

[She folds her own arms across her chest.]

Yes, I know about the Burning Legion. My companion explained that to me in the forest. I meant here. This...desert. [She practically wilts even just saying the word.]

And you've changed my power, somehow. I can't feel my divinity any longer, just...something else. What did you do? And why, if you wanted my help, would you do such a thing?

[mortalforged]

This is the Amber Sanctum, home of the bronze dragonflight. It is protected from the outside. [Unless some moron takes the wrong portal.] Sustenance, armor, weapons-- we will provide it. As bronzesworn, you are one of us.

... No, I have not robbed you of your power. You have been pulled through timeways across millions of years, passed through universes destroyed and yet unborn. There are bound to be a few side-effects. Your divinity may have no power, as this is a world governed by different forces.

[windandrain]

First, I've 'sworn' to no-one. You simply brought me here with no explanation, separating me from my companion, and told me nothing until I came to you.

And is there no other...sanctum? Or...a part of this one that's less dry, at least? [Yes, this is that big a deal. She's worried about drying out.

She frowns at the somewhat dramatic explanation. Being on the receiving end of one is a little irritating, since usually she's the one giving them. And this just sounds outlandish, but...side effects are understandable.]

And despite this side effect, I've found that I do have some sort of power. Where is it coming from? You? Your father?

[mortalforged]

... I know, and that is my own failing. I had no time. But you have been chosen, both to help us and protect yourself. If you would rather brave the demon invasion outside, I cannot stop you, but it is certain death.

[She shakes her head.] This is our only sanctum. If you wish for a refuge, there are caves along the edges and below some of the ruins. We may be able to cooperate and build more appropriate shelter. There was not much time to prepare, and we do not have much experience with the younger races, so it was not considered before.

[She shakes her head again.]

No. That power comes from inside you.

[windandrain]

[She sniffs irritably, but nods in acceptance. She's been there.]

I'm hardly one of the younger races, dragon. But very well. Some shelter, even if it's underground, is better than this. If there's work that needs doing for a proper place, provide materials and I'll make do.

[And she closes her eyes.]

And I don't suppose you can tell me anything about managing this power, can you? It's unfamiliar to me, but you clearly know more than I do.

[mortalforged]

Perhaps, but you present yourself as a human and so you will be mistaken for one. If there is a building in particular you would like to see made, draw up a plan. I think that would be the most beneficial, as I am no mind-reader.

[She pauses again, looking at Saori-- or rather, through her.]

... Yes, it seems you have been chosen by something called the Light. It is an essential part of the universe-- life, benevolent and powerful. Believe in it, believe in yourself, and it shall respond.

[windandrain]

[Saori nods, fully intending to do so when she...finds some paper.

What she's told next, though, gets a blink.]

The Light. Then, why did shadows come when I got angry on the battlefield? Does the word mean something different in this land?

[She doesn't sounds terribly worried about it, just curious.]

[mortalforged]

Light, too, has its opposite. One is used to heal, and the other is used to drain the life of others. They are two halves of the same coin, and not at all related to the fel magic the demons employ.

[windandrain]

Light...and Shadow? [There's a question there, but it adds up. Balance in all things.]

And I'm able to use both? Do you know anything about this power, yourself? I...used some of it on reflex, but I don't know how I did what I did.

[mortalforged]

Yes, I believe that is the term. Unfortunately, I have no personal experience with it. My powers are much more related to the arcane-- being made of it myself.

[A gentle smile.]

I am willing to learn along with you. The basic principles of all magic are similar.

[windandrain]

[She smiles at the offer though.]

Perhaps where you're from. But if that's the same here, I'd appreciate it.

What do I call you?

[mortalforged]

[She nods.] It is the task I have been given.

My name is Lanadormi. And you?

[windandrain]

You can call Saori.

[She inclines her head in a slight nod.]

You said something earlier about Bronze dragons. What does that mean?

[mortalforged]

Well, aside from our color... [She gestures to one of the many bronze-colored dragons flitting about.] We, in particular, have been charged with protecting the flow of time.

[windandrain]

Yes, the color I'd guess. [She laughs lightly.]

Time? Does this Legion of yours have the capability to alter the past, then?

[mortalforged]

If we fail, it is certainly possible. It is partly our work that keeps your world from being destroyed.

[windandrain]

And which world is that? My home, or the one I came from?

[mortalforged]

... The Legion will leave no world untouched. They have already begun invading the one you resided in, but your home will surely follow.

[windandrain]

[Her eyes flicker for a moment, growing distant as she thinks about those creatures attacking Luceti. Yuuna, Helios, and all the rest were trapped there, and that was reason enough to worry. The Malnosso wouldn't stand for it, but they'd never seemed all that capable in the first place. It would be trouble, for certain.

But her home? Her eyes come back into focus at that.]

They'll find my home difficult to deal with, then. My family will break them.

[In other words, no cause for worry.]

How did you bring us here, and why only the four of us?

[mortalforged]

No one can stand against the Legion. Dragons are the most ancient and blessed creatures of this world, yet we have lost so many...

[She sighs, but goes on.]

I cannot tell you the specifics, you understand. I would have asked for more if possible.