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your hands protect the flames
Who: The Dragonsworn
What: The first arrival of the Dragonsworn goes a bit...awry.
Where: Scattered around the perimeter of Suramar.
When: Dawn on March 21st
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed
It is almost as if you've woken from a daydream when the ground meets your feet. The stench of fire is overpowering, and though dawn is just approaching in the canopies of Kalimdor, bright flashes of green can be seen between the branches of impossibly tall trees. If that doesn't snap you out of your surprise, then the sound of nearby spitting in demonic tongue may persuade you to get a grip and notice your surroundings -- you are not alone. There are others like you, huddled just a bit too close, with a somewhat familiar face keeping you from advancing further. Looking down at your hands may briefly reveal a momentary flash of color, but nothing lasting more than a few seconds.
The mages of each flight take the helm of their charges, and they are quick to notice any movement from their groups despite channeling some sort of spell to keep you protected. Stray fire will bounce off an invisible shield that ripples when anything make contact with it. There seems to be nothing in sight but your new comrades, and your guardian -- at least not on the ground. The sky has flying demons swarming a pack of dragons -- and the dragons are very clearly losing. Look just a bit farther, and you might find more dragons, though these clearly have different colored scales than the ones above your head.
While distracted, you may hear your guardian speak to you. "There may yet be wounded nearby -- if you care to, bring them here, and we will tend to them from the Sanctum." Briefly, they gesture skyward, toward the dragons flying overhead. "Do not bring to us any that are not our own, lest you invite their demise!"
But the mage is focused on casting -- they are in no position to halt your advance, and they know it. They speak with concern -- concern for you, concern for the dire situation at hand. The demonic cackling is drawing near. The forests are rapidly becoming overrun, and there are already a few dragons slain on the forest floor.
"Take care, Dragonsworn -- I am bringing us to safety, but it will take time. To wander far is to invite your ruin, and we cannot afford the loss of your life."
[OOC: You are free to mingle on this post as you choose, despite the flight groups being scattered through the forests around Suramar -- after this log, you will be separated into your sanctums, and your interactions will be watched much more closely. Attempting to enter the city itself will result in a vicious attack from demons that will kill. The Dragon Mages will be tagging sporadically to heroes of their matching flight, and the conclusion of this log will lead Dragonsworn through portals to their Sanctums.]
What: The first arrival of the Dragonsworn goes a bit...awry.
Where: Scattered around the perimeter of Suramar.
When: Dawn on March 21st
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed
It is almost as if you've woken from a daydream when the ground meets your feet. The stench of fire is overpowering, and though dawn is just approaching in the canopies of Kalimdor, bright flashes of green can be seen between the branches of impossibly tall trees. If that doesn't snap you out of your surprise, then the sound of nearby spitting in demonic tongue may persuade you to get a grip and notice your surroundings -- you are not alone. There are others like you, huddled just a bit too close, with a somewhat familiar face keeping you from advancing further. Looking down at your hands may briefly reveal a momentary flash of color, but nothing lasting more than a few seconds.
The mages of each flight take the helm of their charges, and they are quick to notice any movement from their groups despite channeling some sort of spell to keep you protected. Stray fire will bounce off an invisible shield that ripples when anything make contact with it. There seems to be nothing in sight but your new comrades, and your guardian -- at least not on the ground. The sky has flying demons swarming a pack of dragons -- and the dragons are very clearly losing. Look just a bit farther, and you might find more dragons, though these clearly have different colored scales than the ones above your head.
While distracted, you may hear your guardian speak to you. "There may yet be wounded nearby -- if you care to, bring them here, and we will tend to them from the Sanctum." Briefly, they gesture skyward, toward the dragons flying overhead. "Do not bring to us any that are not our own, lest you invite their demise!"
But the mage is focused on casting -- they are in no position to halt your advance, and they know it. They speak with concern -- concern for you, concern for the dire situation at hand. The demonic cackling is drawing near. The forests are rapidly becoming overrun, and there are already a few dragons slain on the forest floor.
"Take care, Dragonsworn -- I am bringing us to safety, but it will take time. To wander far is to invite your ruin, and we cannot afford the loss of your life."
[OOC: You are free to mingle on this post as you choose, despite the flight groups being scattered through the forests around Suramar -- after this log, you will be separated into your sanctums, and your interactions will be watched much more closely. Attempting to enter the city itself will result in a vicious attack from demons that will kill. The Dragon Mages will be tagging sporadically to heroes of their matching flight, and the conclusion of this log will lead Dragonsworn through portals to their Sanctums.]
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Ripping into the last one from behind, spurred on by seeing the others fall and angered by seeing her new ally get hurt, Nepeta jabs the beast in the side, getting in a kidney blow that causes it to stagger, dazed. She takes advantage of the moment to leap onto its back, avoiding the spikes, and brings both sets of claws up and over its throat.
One quick slash, and it's falling to the ground, collapsing in a gurgling rush of blood. She drops behind it, panting a little but grinning in victory.]
That's the last of them. How are you? I'm still unhurt, it's like I could see all of their moves befur they made them.
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[Once the last one is down, Zelos is taking a moment to examine the slash. He fingers the frays of his jacket tenderly, with a scowl on his face]
What jerks....I like this jacket!
[THOSE DRAGONS BETTER HAVE A SEWING KIT. ARGH. And oh right, he's bleeding too. But it seems like he's seen worse or he's just too laid back for his own good, because once he gets over the jacket he shrugs with his good shoulder]
I'm fine, nothing a little healing won't fix. [Or...searing the flesh how gross and annoying. ] You were really impressive though! Must be really taking to those new skills.
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[She almost feels like she's cheating, given how much trouble he seems to be having with his own.]
I guess you weren't so lucky... but you should be able to figure out what they gave you in time, right?
[A crash from above them draws her eyes up to a dragon breathing flame at a much larger, more impressive looking demon who's retaliating with some form of red lightning. She grimaces.]
Assuming we have that...
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[he gives a little lighthearted shrug with his good shoulder. Sure, it does bother him- but it's not her fault he's weaker now. He rather pretend it's nothing and try to seek out his own answers later]
[He gives a look up at the same crashing sound. That is one scary looking battle]
Hey c'mon- I'm sure we won't die out here in the first day. That'd be way too lame.
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[She glances at their draconic friend, who's almost reached the safe zone. One more glance at the forest confirms there's plenty more coming their way... but it looks like now is the time for discretion to be the better part of valor.]
Well, if we want to keep that furrom happening maybe we should fall back. The dragon's almost there, so I think it's safe to pull in again.
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Yeah, I think so too. Let's get outta here.
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And a good thing too, because as they escape, a much bigger, fiercer looking demon comes tromping onto the field, looking around, probably for the fallen dragon. The monster is very intimidating with its great glaive, sturdy body and four strong legs. Nepeta shudders a bit just looking at the pit lord.]
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[He looks back over his shoulder to see the Pitlord. Even as jaded as Zelos is with everything he's seen, even his eyes widen in surprise since yeah, any demons that size in his world had been sealed away long before he was born]
What the hell is that...?
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[They're almost at the barrier now, so with any luck they won't have to. She's torn between upping the speed on her lope to a full-on sprint or slowing down to stick with him.]
Do you think it sees us?