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

[raggedydoc]

[Immeasurable consequences? What? Yeeeeah, he's just going to pretend that he doesn't mess around with timelines constantly. It's sort of a thing he does, no big. Time in his universe is a lot more flexible than it must be here. (Note to self: keep meddling with Azerothian timelines to a minimum. haha like he's capable of doing that)]

My people were- are [he's really got to get used to referring to them in the present tense again] known as the Time Lords. An awfully pompous name, but it does describe things fairly well. We don't have any powers, as such - not like you have, I reckon - but we've got extra senses that allow us to discern things like the nature of time.

[mortalforged]

Time Lords...

[She seems impressed.]

How interesting. If you have no magic, then... are you not helpless before the flow of time?

[raggedydoc]

Nah, that's what technology is for. The founder of Time Lord society figured out how to harness the potential energy of a black hole frozen in a moment in time to use it to power ships - probably nothing like the ships you're used to, mind.

[Do they have ships? He hasn't seen any, and they're probably pretty redundant for dragons, but maybe some of the other races of Azeroth have them.]

Mine looks like a little blue wooden box, which is what happens when you're foolish enough to allow your chameleon circuit to break down in the 1960s. Though, since it was the Sixties, it could've been a lot worse. Suppose I ought to be thankful for that - once I find her again.

[mortalforged]

That sounds riveting. [She doesn't even seem sarcastic.] I cannot imagine what they must look like... [Something with sails????]

Is that why you take a humanoid form? So you may fit?

[raggedydoc]

Anything and everything; they can change their exterior appearance to blend in with their surroundings. Except for mine, that is. [He secretly likes it that way. Shh.]

Naaaah. We evolved like this before we ever developed time travel, and the TARDISes are bigger on the inside, so fitting isn't much of a concern. Most of my people are traditionalists; they keep to humanoid bodies 'cos that's what we've always done. It's just easier that way.

[mortalforged]

I see. Very interesting...

[She could talk to him about crazy alien species forever.]

Bronze dragons are not unaccustomed to taking mortal forms in order to blend in. Do you often work with humanoids, then?