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]

[ If they were both particularly unfortunate to remain stuck in Azeroth, there would be plenty of time later to compare moves, flight colour differences or no.

Avoiding claws and being stepped on wasn't as simple as Carolina had first expected, if only due to her own earlier injuries prior to arrival. Her reaction times were slow, far slower than she wanted and expected of herself, but she was still able to avoid taking more than a glancing blow when the demon tries to go for her rather than the woman hanging off his head.

One particularly lucky series of blows was followed by a leap, right foot lashing out in a roundhouse kick. The strike bringing the monster to its literal knee is unexpected, but pleasing, even if it is a brief inconvience to Rose. That flash of light does cause her to back off immediately in alarm, more space put between her and the target, while mindful of the dragon still labouring beside them.

Just in time to see the demon begin screeching when the other woman slammed something into its eye. ]

[theshadowkissed]

[Stakes were made to get past ribs and pierce the heart. It went in considerably deeper in the demon's eye socket. And ew. So much ew with the gore that spurted out over her hand.

With a battle yell, she pushed the grossness out of her mind and kept shoving the stake in until eventually the demon fell over.

...onto her. At least it wasn't moving, but damn was it heavy.]

Uh... Little help here?

[guerriera]

I think I can manage that much. Brace yourself.

[ Stepping around Rose, the spiky ridges along the demon's were eyed dubiously, before Carolina widened her stand, seized hold, and pushed. Even with her armor boosting her strength, moving the corpse isn't simple endeavor, but she keeps on shoving, until the head rolls far enough to one side that Rose should be able to wriggle free. With a bit of work, anyway. ]

[theshadowkissed]

[The moment breathing became a bit easier, Rose squirmed and crawled, pulling herself along the ground with her stake until she was able to get free. Once back on her feet, she went to push her hair out of her eyes but stopped since there was demon gore on her hands. Her options were to either deal with the hair in her face or get demon gunk all through it.

She stuck to having her hair in her face.]

Thanks. You're pretty strong.

[guerriera]

[ Carolina could feel her muscles straining to hold the dead demon's head, feet digging in harder into the stained soil as she tried not to let a shift in her own weight affect Rose's escape. Only once the other woman was completely free did she let it drop, backing up quickly to avoid the razor-like blades across its skull. One hell of a monster, whatever it was. ]

The armor helps. [She eyes the ichor] Not bad yourself. Hope that's not going to be the only way to take those things down.

[ The dragon who'd also been fighting doesn't seem to be moving much, either. ..Well, shit. ]

[theshadowkissed]

I think until we get better weaponry or special demon-killing techniques, this is about all I got.

Anyways, I really should get back to guarding Morpheus' scrawny ass. Try not to die, Carolina.

[With a wave, Rose trotted off back toward the Green lines.]

[guerriera]

[ It would have to do, wouldn't it? There was a faint grunt of acknowledgement from the Freelancer. ]

Watch your back.

[ She called back at Rose's departure. The name 'Morpheus' didn't ring a great many bells, but was still.. familiar. Perhaps she'd find out later.. For now, she turned and headed back the other direction. Perhaps she'd find more answers there. ]