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]

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.

[windandrain]

[She wouldn't accept that, knowing how ill-informed this dragon was, but it wouldn't be right to snap when they'd lost kin. Expression solemn, Saori shakes her head slightly.]

Forgive me, but I'm afraid I'll have to disagree. My family created our world, including it's dragons. But that's of little consolation for you here, I know. I am sorry for your loss.

[Surprisingly, she means it.]

Will you try again? Or is your ritual usable only once?

[mortalforged]

Worry not, we will have our retribution.

[If it was meant to pass, anyway.]

We will try again, when our energy is recovered.

[windandrain]

[Her expression turns suddenly serious.]

Do you have the ability to select who you pull through?

[mortalforged]

[She shakes her head.]

[windandrain]

A pity. There are people I'd prefer not have the chance at being involved with this.

[People who'd be better off at home, safe in bed.]

Is there anything I, or we, can do to help you with that?

[mortalforged]

No. Thank you for the offer, however.

[She smiles, and the corners of her eyes crinkle.]

I will see about making our sanctum more hospitable for you. Is there anything else?

[windandrain]

Yes, one other thing.

[She'll shrug her shoulders and smile gratefully.]

Where can I find something to eat? It feels like weeks since I had anything.

[mortalforged]

[Lana gestures toward a cave nearby, halfway in the sand. There are pillars strewn about that can be used for seating.]

Our hunters have procured some of the local wildlife.

[It's raw. Sorry.]

[windandrain]

[Raw is no problem.]

Thank you for that. [She nods curtly.] And for the answers.

[mortalforged]

[She nods in return.]

Thank you for understanding.

[windandrain]

Of course.

[She turns to go, looking back over her shoulder. A last thought has occurred]

Oh, where might I find pen and paper?

[mortalforged]

[Lana blinks. Oh, whoops. She waves her hand, conjuring a folder of loose-leaf paper and a quill.]

This should be of aid to you.

[windandrain]

Then I'll speak to the others about what would constitute appropriate shelter. Thank you again.

[And taking it, she heads off towards the cave indicated.]