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

[kingdomofsaints]

Thank you very much. To be fair, though, it does expend a large amount of energy. [Back home, she was mostly met by screaming people when she used magic. The one time they were impressed was when she summoned the goddess Lakshmi out of nowhere- but that was a special case, before they began suspecting every non-human entity out there.

...She still feels a bit helpless, though. She could reverse stabs with pikes and teeth, heal people cut to ribbons and raise the (freshly) dead. His politeness and smile makes her pity him more. What did he do to deserve being in two wars?

(Everything, apparently!)]

I see... [Worse, huh? Wars...] At least, since magic is still usable, once the circumstances become more favorable... it should be possible to heal it.

[...Should be! ...] Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself- my name is Amane Kuzuryu. You can call me Amane.

[traitre]

[He'll be the first to tell you it's quite the reverse -- he did nothing, and deserves everything.

He does seem to sense a bit of her disappointment, so he flashes another quick, encouraging smile. It's almost impulsive, the way he sweet-talks sometimes.] Qilby. You have my thanks, Amane. [And then, curiously--] What sort of magic was that, anyway? I'm no stranger to healing, but that was like nothing I've seen before.

[It's not often he's able to say that and it's thrilling, is what is is. War or no, he might enjoy it here if it means he'll get to witness these things...]

[kingdomofsaints]

Qilby... [Odd name for an odd fellow. She doesn't mean that negatively- she's odd as well, but not many seem to shrug off losing a limb like that.]

The magic I learn originates from the power of demons. But after I've seen these demons... I don't believe they're quite the same.

[For one, demons in her world actually are negotiable. And sell themselves for Macca. Their fighting skills, of course.] While I still have access to magic, it seems... changed. Hard to tap into, almost.. [It's fucking tiring.]

I am still capable of healing, but far less instantaneously than before. Either my powers are sealed, or the rules here are... different. [She's pretty overpowered in her world- should she still have the same ability, healing a dragon wounded and bleeding on the floor would only require a swish of the hand.]

[traitre]

[Physical pain is fleeting -- he can deal with that. Revenge is what he needs, and although there's an abundance of dragons here, none of them are the one what did this to him. A grudge isn't so easy to shake off, and besides, he keeps his as if they're trophies.

So for now, he'll just deal with it. Again: ten thousand years of practice.]

Demons? [Arching a brow, he laughs incredulously.] You don't seem the sort of person to consort with demons.

[A particularly loud shriek makes him jump a little in surprise, and he snaps his head up in time to see a pack of monsters send another dragon plummeting to the ground. He narrows his eyes.] Well-- I certainly wouldn't recommend trying to get anything out of them.

[kingdomofsaints]

[That’s what a lot of people say. But being born into the business kind of dims down the fact she’s only just completed mandatory education.]

Yes, I-

[She jumps back at that sound. She… she turns to stare at it, twitching her fingers and glaring just for a moment. Tch…] The Mages should open the portal to safety in time… it’s best if we return to our ‘Flights’, so to speak. [Amane is visibly… annoyed? Just for a flash, staring at the dragons.

If only she could stop being so helpless…]

We shall meet again, then, Qilby.

[traitre]

Ah-- [He arches the other brow. How abrupt. Did she take offense to that comment? He would've figured most young girls would take "you don't look like you hang out with horrible monsters" as a compliment, but she certainly does look annoyed...

She's right, though. Best not to be left behind when the portals are complete. He gets to his feet, drawing himself up to his full, considerable height and bows his head curtly -- it's about as respectful a gesture as he's capable of giving.] My apologies, I meant nothing by it.

Thank you again, and be safe.

[kingdomofsaints]

...Hm? Oh, pay no mind to me. It's not you.

[...Gccck... the demons, the dragons, the fire...]

Same to you. Good-bye. [Goodbye is a prelude to 'hello' and hopefully, hopefully she helped him, just a bit...]