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

[guerriera]

[ He's certainly managing better than she is. Then again, he likely hadn't fallen through time from one battle into another. That's he still willing to help is reassuring, even if he's keeping things neutral - a good way to be around Carolina, really. ]

[ She follows where his hand points towards, her brow furrowing a little more each time. Bronze was familiar, but something firmly set her heart against Black. Red, though...

That inner warmth seemed to burn again. Perhaps it wasn't internal bleeding? ]

..I think. Red. Sounds about right.

[ There's a frown at the suggestion to hurry, but it is one she understands, and she turned toward the destination she needs. ]

[ninjacques]

[Jacques only nods, watching only long enough to see that she's turned in the proper direction. His attention fixes upon more pressing matters that have come up, such as a couple of demons. The first flurry of arrows are sent off without so much as a warning, and he's working quickly to reload.]

-go!

[He can cover her back at least here, but any further, she'll be on her own.]

[guerriera]

[ And there, right on cue, is a reason to hurry. Carolina stumbles at his call, glancing back over one shoulder at his cry, and stares at the demons.

Then, one hand still wrapped about at ribs level, starts moving as fast as she can. Exactly how long it may take to get to Red territory isn't clear, but she doesn't feel bad about leaving Jacques behind to fend off the invaders. ]

[ninjacques]

[He expects as much, but it's of no great concern. This is what he does, and it's what he will do so long as he has no reason to do otherwise. After all, everyone brought here is in the same position as him, and right now, they're all trying to stay alive against these things.

Another arrow flies forth, and once he hears Carolina has gotten some distance from him, Jacques begins to move as well.]