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

[hexdere]

[ Ah. The thief. Certainly not the most reliable of their army, but at this point anyone would do. At least he'd be useful, even if she might have to see about procuring a large amount of sweets to keep him on task. ]

You don't look nearly as happy to see me as you should.

[convictionary]

Last I knew you were still trying to curse me, Sunshine. [Although he's not too fussed about that, actually.] This another one of your attempts gone wrong? [And he's not going to have this conversation without some sugar in his tank. So out comes a lollipop, and in it goes into his mouth.]

[hexdere]

[ She shakes her head. If only she was capable of a curse like this... ]

If I had meant to send you to a place like this, I wouldn't have brought myself and Nowi along as well. I'm afraid someone else is responsible.

[convictionary]

[Crap.




He'd hoped it would be that easy to fix.] Figures. Seen anyone else around? Chrom? Robin?

[hexdere]

[ She turns her back to him, huffing. ]

Do you think that if I'd seen Robin, I'd be wasting time here speaking to you? The two of us would have already made it back home.

[convictionary]

You got a point there, Sunshine. Why waste time with Nowi and I when you could take our tactician and run? It's what I'd do if I were you and all. [...you know, he has to ask.]

So, cripes, I've been curious. What were you going to do if I got you Robin's hair? [It's creepy as fuck but still.

And yes, he's avoiding talking about their current situation and all, at least for another line or two.]

[hexdere]

Your reasons for doing so are far more unscrupulous than mine.

[ But then she. She actually brightens up at that. This is absolutely the safest smile, right here, when she turns around to face him. ]

Maybe you can find out, when we get back...or if Robin's actually here, hee hee...

[convictionary]

Yeah...no. That's still unbelievably creepy and creepy chuckles still aren't an answer.

[...he should probably bring up the entire strange mages and dragons and people with bad haircuts and there's a war thing and an imp might barge into this thread in two tags or less and go OOGA BOOGA issues literally surrounding them thing.

...maybe later.]

[hexdere]

It's not any of your business, anyway.

[ Talking during battles is perfectly normal, though. At least they're not yelling across the battlefield. Still, she does look around, carefully considering the situation. ]

Nowi's missing her dragonstone, and I'm lacking a tome. Do you have your weapon, still?

[convictionary]

'course. And I told the kid I'd try looking around for her stone. Not much luck. [...] How'd you misplace a book?

[Judging her so hard right now.]