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

[theshadowkissed]

Good, cause I'm the hunt them down to take my stuff back if I have to kind of girl. Here.

[She hands the jacket over.]

That was my sixteenth birthday gift. You take care of it, and it'll take care of you.

[pouts]

[ Pulling it on gently! ] I'll take good care of it.

Oh, but you remember your sixteenth birthday? You must not be very old, huh...

[ She actually feels pretty clever for figuring that out. ]

[theshadowkissed]

[Rose is just going to eye Nowi.]

I'm eighteen.

[pouts]

Eighteen? I think that's the age most of Chrom's army was at.

[ Carefully avoiding the topic of her own age. ] You would've fit in so well.

[theshadowkissed]

Probably not. Too much structure for me. I tend to tell leaders they're full of it when they are instead of shutting up and asking how high when they tell me to jump.

Attitude issues, I've been told.

[pouts]

I'm preeeeeeetty sure Chrom heard a lot of that. Most of the people in his army were vocal with their opinions, but very loyal.

[ Attitude issues? Can't be any prissier than Maribelle who insists on carrying a parasol with her or any brattier than Nowi herself. ]