your hands protect the flames

[modforged]

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.]

Comments

[pouts]

The Doctor or just a doctor?

[ There's usually significance behind a title, but it's followed by a name in most cases. There may have been one or two mercenaries in Nowi's time who introduced themselves like that, but she's forgotten them by now. ]

And what's a doctor doing with a tool that puts up cabinets?

[raggedydoc]

The Doctor, definite article, capital letter.

[There's quite a lot of significance behind his name, but he's not offering it yet.]

It tends to come in handy in a pinch - unless there's wood involved. It doesn't do wood.

[...don't ask how it can be used for putting up cabinets, but doesn't function with wood. It's kind of an enigma, much like the Doctor himself.]

What's a little girl doing in the middle of a battlefield?

[pouts]

Not putting up cabinets. [ Nowi retorts. ]

Anyway, doesn't that suck? Doesn't do wood, you're stuck in a forest. Kind of stupid to be poking around with it in that case unless it does something else.

Does it, The Doctor?

[raggedydoc]

Fair enough! Which makes two of us not engaging in any amateur carpentry - actually, it's been centuries since I did anything like that, but a screwdriver is still a handy thing to have around, wood or no.

[In this case, he's been using it to try and figure out more information on the planet he's found himself on, but it hasn't given him anything useful. He can tell perfectly well that the gravity's similar to Earth's and that the atmosphere is breathable, thank you, screwdriver.]

Oh, I've made a few improvements over the years, bit of tinkering here and there. You know how it is, first it's just a screwdriver, then you think 'well, maybe I ought to be able to open locks', then you throw in a couple of sonic modulating programs, and before you know it, you're changing TV channels and hacking computers, etcetera, etcetera.

[pouts]

That thing can hack something? [ She pictures an axe and then wonders how well it'd do against a lance. ]

I've never seen anything that tiny take out a spear, but if you say it can, then I'll believe you. What's a TV channel, huh? If you're gonna say stuff, can you at least speak my language?

[raggedydoc]

[Alas, the weapons triangle doesn't include sonic screwdrivers, so whether or not it would actually be able to hold up against a lance or an axe is anyone's guess.]

Oh- oh. You must be from a world with lower technology. Terribly sorry, I didn't mean to.

[It's okay, Nowi, he does that to everyone.]

You don't seem too fussed about being in the middle of a fight like this, though. Why's that?

[pouts]

Oh, that's because my entire world is usually like this.

Er--well it was, but then Chrom's army recruited me so then I beat back all the baddies with our Exalt!

[ Good luck following along with that. Unlike the weapons triangle, Nowi's jump in topics don't circle back around to her original point. ]

[raggedydoc]

[It's okay, the Doctor's conversations usually do that, too.]

Really? You don't look much like a soldier.

[That armor is really impractical, for one thing. And there's the matter of her age.]