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Warforged Mods ([personal profile] modforged) wrote in [community profile] warforged2014-03-21 08:05 pm

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.]
traitre: (❀ that's wack)

[personal profile] traitre 2014-03-24 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh Goddess what is that thing. Qilby's pretty sure he's got this hideous creature's cousin in a tank of preservative back on the Zinit somewhere, but he's just so polite that he only stares for like, three seconds before waving his remaining hand dismissively.]

You're too kind, but really, you shouldn't trouble yourself. [He motions out towards beyond the shield towards the forest.] Besides, the only ones I've seen that fit my physique are attached to the ones they call Felguards.

[You know, the huge muscley demons with biceps about the size of the rest of Qilby. He says this with utmost seriousness.]
chronoillogical: (?)

[personal profile] chronoillogical 2014-03-29 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Caliborn squints at him. He hasn't honestly paid attention to the names or much of anything regarding the specifics of this battle, because he's been too busy engaging in the extremely important task of messing around.]

[But instead of admitting he has no idea what Qilby is talking about he makes an alternative offer.]


What about a dragon leg.
traitre: (❀ WHAT)

[personal profile] traitre 2014-03-30 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[His ever-present smile falls, and any humor he sees in the situation goes with it. Looking down his nose at Caliborn, he manages to have an air of superiority even in spite of his disheveled appearance.]

You're certainly welcome to try. ["And get gobbled up like a midday snack," his tone seems to say.

These aren't his dragons, Eliatrope dragons-- but even a foreign dragon is leagues above this nasty-looking little child and whatever spawned him. Who does he think he is?]
chronoillogical: (hoodie lean)

[personal profile] chronoillogical 2014-04-05 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Qilby's reaction is unexpected, but hey, he isn't about to question it if he somehow out-goofed a cool dude.]

Even with my superb biting abilities. It'll take me a while to bite off something that big.

What I'm saying is. The corpse might rot a little? But that's okay. You can be part zombie.
traitre: (❀ uhhhhh)

late reply, sorry :(

[personal profile] traitre 2014-04-13 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Guy likes his dragons, man. Most of them. Just not the arm-biting kind.]

Part zo--? [Ugh. Kid's clearly messing with him now; he already regrets letting his mask slip. Qilby calms visibly, annoyance quickly replaced with a carefully-maintained neutrality.] ...The thought's appreciated, but you needn't go out of your way. I don't think our friends here would appreciate you nibbling on their kin anyway.

[A critical look.] What's your name? And if I might ask-- what are you?