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- ϟ gaius (fire emblem: awakening),
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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.]
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.]
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Hey.
[Eh, they seemed close enough, he'd let Candycane finish hauling ass alone with a...whatever noise small dragons made when hauling ass. Vegeta seemed much more interesting.]
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Hey! Watch where you're going next time! [-as if that would ever make a difference.]
[He stands there and fumes for a second, when a voice greets him from behind. He whips around, into a fighting stance because TODAY IS JUST FULL OF SURPRISES when he sees Gaius.]
Now what?! Who are you, huh?! [AND WHY DID HE ALMOST GET RUN OVER BY A DRAGON?]
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[He'd say more but...it does the heart good to see a baby dragon run free back to his kindred, doesn't it? Almost makes him want to take up the altruistic saving of things schtick a bit more. Run free, Candycane. Run free.]
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I'd zip it if I were you, there's nothing here to be easy about, if you didn't notice.
[And as if to emphasize his words, a loud roar of a demon that would like to rip people's faces off is heard somewhat nearby.]
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You had to say it, didn't you. [This is your fault you jinxed it.]
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Hey! Don't you try to pin this on me, I'm just calling it as I see it, you know! [He did didn't he oops]
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[Actually, he'll be running but details.]
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[He doesn't know about his class yet but maybe he'll just use Turn Evil or something really cheesy like that, they might live. Maybe.]
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[Please say yes he'll accept a yes.]
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So, you could say that.
[Is that rustling he's hearing in the woods near them? It might be. It might sound like some imps. Hmmmm.]
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[Go get 'em, tiger!]
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[He turns his attention to the noise, fist balling in anticipation.] And shut up, do you hear that?
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[In response to the question about 'do you hear that' he's pulling out a sword. Should be answer enough.]
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My name is Vegeta, and you can address me as such from here on out. [A little imp head or two pokes itself out of the brush. Now he's in a fighting stance, hoping these little guys don't have some sort of extraordinary power.
Look, aren't they cute?]
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Go for it.
[You can do it, demon slayer! He'll be watching from the sidelines. (Well, he won't let the guy get skewered if it comes down to that - he's not that much of a dick - but he's not going to get between a demon slayer and his work.)]
YEAH SO if anything isn't ok just lemme know and stuff. stuff and things.
[The little imps pop out of the bush, cackling gleefully at the sight of their new targets, one hopping up and down as it rushed at the Saiyan, the other staying back. The green fel aura from the imp makes Vegeta take a step back, but he doesn't back down. The other decides it's going to cast a spell, hands glowing red with the magic, but who it's aimed at, they don't know yet.
The green one takes its claw and lashes out, raking them across the fabric of Vegeta's shirt, shreds of red cloth flying off as he pushes himself backward to try to avoid the hit.]
Goes both ways.
I thought you said you were a demon slayer!
[Just...what the poop, man. What the poop. He went after the caster, throwing an empty bottle that once contained a swig of vulnerary and now was an empty bottle, less to hurt it (cripes, it was just an empty bottle) and more to get its attention. It was super effective. In a moment he'd start slashing as if he was a preteen writing their first fanfic.
Sup on your end, Quills?]
sweet. and wow, first fanfic lawl
[The imp chases after him, snarling with its relentless attack, but the Saiyan is more than ready now for it. He may not have his powers, but he's got his reflexes; and he waits for an opening in his array of dodging to give it a swift kick right to its head, for starters, sending it back a few feet in a daze.
What he'll do after that, he's not sure. He might just have to beat it senseless.]
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Okay, okay.
[In a few days he'd be quietly lamenting how hard it was to get imp out of clothes. (Not that he was the most concerned with hygiene and general cleanliness, but...it's an imp. He drew the line at bodily fluids that weren't his own, okay?) But that would be later. At the moment he was more wondering how it was that his life had, within the span of maybe a year, went from regular crime to fighting the undead to fighting demons.] How many demons have you met?
[He's clearly expecting the answer to be a 0 or maybe a 1.]
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[He follows up on his target, going to punch it right in the face, but he wasn't expecting the neat little fire aura to light his glove on fire. Of which it does, causing him to pull back, throwing the glove on the ground and stomping it out. That was his favorite set of gloves, wow, and now one was completely ruined.]
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[Hold on. On his end, it was like swatting a rat or trying to keep a dog at bay, except the dog was intelligent enough to dodge and weave and-]
Hold still! [It was mocking him, wasn't it? It was. After he was done here he was going to find a...a pie, through any means necessary, and bury his face in it and just devour it whole. He was just done.]
Crivens. [Wasn't he saying something? Before all the ducking and weaving. And slashing. Something...oh right.] Didn't think you actually saw any!
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Thankfully he does, in fact, find a large branch that had broken off one of the trees. Picking it up, he comes back at his adversary, swinging it and fending the imp off. He curses at it, not having much of a defense. It's making him increasingly more angry and frustrated, a vein starting to pop out of his forehead.]