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

[of_the_lake]

[He was no such thing, but he didn't voice his disagreement.]

A woman with caramel skin, fairy lineage and blond hair. Have you met such a person, here?

[mortalforged]

[Caramel fur, blonde hair, dragon lineage? Wait.]

I have not. I apologize. Is she very important to you?

[of_the_lake]

[Same difference. Flora and Lana wouldn't enjoy the comparison, though!]

Yes. It's important that I'm returned to her in haste.

What must I do?

[mortalforged]

[What about Saber tho.]

I am sorry, but that is not feasible at the moment. If you are returned, the protective spell will break entirely, and the Legion will destroy your world.

She is safe for now. We have ensured it. If something changes, you will be the first to know.

[of_the_lake]

[Unless Saber gets a tan...!]

...

[It wasn't a good silence. It was a moment of judgement. That sort of answer could be taken a number of ways. This "Legion", seen by Berserker, had no true bearing from his perspective. He didn't know who to regard as good or evil--the dragons or the demons.

With the sort of finality of a man who had nothing else to say, he asked his last question.]

Who must I kill?

[mortalforged]

[She hesitates, because she really doesn't want him to kill anyone, but it is unavoidable to a degree. That is the way of things. That is how it has always been.]

... The demons, if you will. They take many shapes and forms, but these are the most common.

[She conjures a mirage for him in the hazy air. The first image shown is a felguard, followed by a nasty felhound, and then an imp.]

I would not recommend engaging felhounds alone; they tend to travel in great numbers and they will drain your life force if left unchecked.

[of_the_lake]

[With finality, Berserker nodded. He was a simplistic man when presented with goals. He only thought to himself that a bloody path was his only option. When peace was presented, he knew what those undertones lead to.

It was only a temporary thing, after all. All warriors knew that.]

Very well. You have my thanks for that advice.

It will be utilized to the utmost.

[mortalforged]

[A nod.]

Please take care of yourself, hero. You are very important, not only to us but to your world.