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

[mortalforged]

[Even the patron mage of her flight doesn't seem to be having a great time. He keeps tabs on her as much as he can with all the chaos and the fighting going on. He's a dragon; his hearing is much better than an elf's, no matter what people might want to believe.

He's starting to regret signing up for this though. His face is accustomed to smiling but he is clearly frowning and bothered by the injured green dragons nearby. He doesn't have time to heal them, so he's casting, casting, hoping.]

[theshadowkissed]

[At one point, Rose came to a stop not too far from the dragonmage and rolled her eyes.]

Shouldn't you be, like, rallying us or something to make us not think we all made a huge mistake by agreeing to all... [She vaguely waved her hand toward the city.] ...this.

[mortalforged]

[His eyes narrow. He's still concentrating on making that portal.]

It is not a choice so much as a necessity... And I am sorry for it. For all of it. I am sorry for my brothers and sisters, too. But if we fail here, it will be your kin desecrated, your world razed and charred bare.

[theshadowkissed]

Yeah, yeah, I got all that. One of the reasons I haven't punched you in the nose. [The other was because he was kind of hot when all elfy and she really didn't want to break his nose. Or break her hand punching his nose.]

I don't care what I have to do as long as it keeps Lissa safe. So I'll stay here and keep any demons stupid enough to come charging from those ruins over there.

[Nothing like a little bluster to make her feel better about her situation.]

[mortalforged]

[He gives her a brief smile. Granted, there's sharp teeth behind it, but nothing too terrifying. Just. Elves. They have teeth.] That is a relief. I rather like this nose.

[He goes back to poring over his spell.]

[theshadowkissed]

[After seeing one set of fangs poised to rip out one's throat, sharp pointy teeth tends to lose their fear factor. Rose ended up returning the smile before being vigilant in her defenses again.

For a little while, at least.]

So... Can you answer questions while doing that spell?

[mortalforged]

[Morpheus nods, bangs slipping into his eyes even as he works.]

As long as I do not try to do anything else.

[theshadowkissed]

I'll keep it so you don't. [Yup, she thought she was totally badass. Demons couldn't be any worse than Strigoi, right?]

...so was us being dropped here someone's mistake or do we just happen to have the worst luck ever?

[mortalforged]

Your efforts are very much appreciated.

[What's a strigoi? Some kind of food?]

You were chosen for your strength and for your heart. If we form an army, we can push the Burning Legion back-- here and on your world.

[theshadowkissed]

No, no, I mean literally here. In the middle of this particular battle.

[mortalforged]

Ah. Here here. [Ahem.] We are very short on luck. If you find an abundance of it, please let me know. At the very least, you are alive! Being alive is very good.

[theshadowkissed]

[Despite the situation, that made Rose laugh.]

You're looking at the wrong girl if you want good luck, but I'll take being alive over being dead. Or worse.

So, demons. Are they the lots of stabbing kind of killable or are they the decapitation or setting on fire kind of killable?

[Since she was starting to think that shadow over there was something she was going to have to kill real soon...]

[mortalforged]

There is definitely worse.

[He pauses.]

You can stab them as much as you like for the most part. If you see a ugly furred thing that has antennae, slice those off before anything else.

Felhounds are particularly deadly to magic-touched creatures. Like us.

[theshadowkissed]

You mean like you, right? Dhampirs don't have magic. I'm all about getting up close and personal.

[She makes mental notes on how to kill demons and antennae slicing.]

[mortalforged]

[Whatever that means.]

You have some power granted to you by the oath. I would rather we did not stretch our luck by testing whether felhounds can suck the life out of you or not.

[theshadowkissed]

Great. [She rolled her eyes.] It's going to be like being shadow-kissed all over again, randomly discovering weird shit I can do.

Aaaaand, I'll be right back.

[Gripping her stake, she skirted quickly toward the shadow she'd been watching by a tree way too close for comfort. Hey, at least it didn't have any furry antennae she had to slice off since all she had was her stake.]