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the digital won't let me go
Who: Ysera, Morpheus, and the Greensworn
What: Successful retreat into the Emerald Sanctum
Where: Emerald Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed
[This realm is one of dreams and it certainly appears that way. Many of the living creatures don't stir from their slumber even as the newcomers pass them by. A gentle rain can be heard, but rare is it that the droplets fall close enough to the earth to muddy the path laid out before them.
The wounded have been brought into a clearing with a low hanging canopy that provides a cool shade while the healers themselves work on grinding a mixture of freshly-picked flowers and decaying leaves. There's a spring nearby that provides fresh water, which is cupped into large leaves to drink out of.
Straying from the clearing proves to be... interesting. Vines as wide as cars hang from the gargantuan trees above. Brightly-colored flowers of all sizes shoot up from the thick undergrowth, and some of them close up shyly as you approach. Others bear sweet fruit, though picking the flowers themselves is highly discouraged.
Somewhere near the center of this jungle, there is a gentle, mossy hill. It looks as if a dragon might have made her bed here, and recently at that.
Morpheus sits against a tree looking rather tired, his fur cloak pulled tightly around his shoulders so that only his nose and ears stick out.]
[ooc: Mingle log for greensworn!]
What: Successful retreat into the Emerald Sanctum
Where: Emerald Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed
[This realm is one of dreams and it certainly appears that way. Many of the living creatures don't stir from their slumber even as the newcomers pass them by. A gentle rain can be heard, but rare is it that the droplets fall close enough to the earth to muddy the path laid out before them.
The wounded have been brought into a clearing with a low hanging canopy that provides a cool shade while the healers themselves work on grinding a mixture of freshly-picked flowers and decaying leaves. There's a spring nearby that provides fresh water, which is cupped into large leaves to drink out of.
Straying from the clearing proves to be... interesting. Vines as wide as cars hang from the gargantuan trees above. Brightly-colored flowers of all sizes shoot up from the thick undergrowth, and some of them close up shyly as you approach. Others bear sweet fruit, though picking the flowers themselves is highly discouraged.
Somewhere near the center of this jungle, there is a gentle, mossy hill. It looks as if a dragon might have made her bed here, and recently at that.
Morpheus sits against a tree looking rather tired, his fur cloak pulled tightly around his shoulders so that only his nose and ears stick out.]
[ooc: Mingle log for greensworn!]
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[He's going to carefully lower his hand again, watching as some of the birds get comfortable. He hasn't forgotten the one on his head either. Guess he's not going anywhere any time soon.]
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Korialstrasz, the Lifebinder's consort, has a lot of secrets. I feel no hostility from him, but it is difficult for him to take me seriously...
[No wonder. You're a nappy-haired nap dragon.]
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What happened..? And the other...flights?
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Neltharion the Earth-Warder convinced us to help him empower an artifact. It was to be used as a weapon against the demons, to turn the tide of the war-- but after it was done, he took it for himself. The blues tried to stop him, but he annihilated most of them. He had been very close to Malygos and Alexstrasza before.
It was very, very sad.
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....
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No one's world should have to disappear...
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[He trails off, closing his eyes.]
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...wait, is he falling asleep?
Jacques tilts his head slightly as he peers at the mage.]
....
[If you can't beat 'em, join them? Besides, he doesn't want to bother the birds, so he'll carefully lean back against that tree. A nap would probably do him some good anyway.]
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Mid conversation.
Sorry.
He doesn't seem to notice Jacques napping next to him. If anything, he might feel comforted, like someone is sheltering him with their wings. There's nothing there, but it certainly feels like it.]
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...but he feels he can sleep peacefully, with that, so he's going to rest up while he can.]