Entry tags:
- #event post,
- +krasus (korialstrasz),
- +lanadormi,
- +morpheus,
- +surion,
- +zerigosa,
- asch the bloody (tales of the abyss),
- geddoe (suikoden iii),
- jacques (suikoden iii),
- lady (original),
- luke fon fabre (tales of the abyss),
- maridian gladespring (original),
- nepeta leijon (homestuck),
- qilby (wakfu),
- riven (league of legends),
- rose hathaway (vampire academy),
- the master (doctor who),
- vastania (original),
- zelos wilder (tales of symphonia),
- ϟ agent carolina (red vs blue),
- ϟ amane kuzuryu (smt: devil survivor),
- ϟ bariyan kozar (original),
- ϟ caliborn (homestuck),
- ϟ gaius (fire emblem: awakening),
- ϟ genis sage (tales of symphonia),
- ϟ lirael (old kingdom trilogy),
- ϟ nowi (fire emblem: awakening),
- ϟ saori kimura (original),
- ϟ tempest (original),
- ϟ tharja (fire emblem: awakening),
- ϟ the eleventh doctor (doctor who),
- ϟ vegeta (dragon ball gt),
- ϟ zero (drakengard 3)
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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"...rock?" Jacques can't help but echo as he arches a brow at her, although it's only the subtlest change of expression.
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Her logic is almost child-like and how she approaches it doubly so. "How hard is it to overlook a rock? You've either seen it or you haven't seen it. Which is it?"
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"...sorry," he says as he looks back at the kid.
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It doesn't occur to her that he may be apologizing due to not being able to see her stone. She asked a yes or no question, so anything that's a reply from either of those will leave her more confused than she cares to be with battle raging on around them.
"Okay so maybe you haven't seen my stone." Nowi recovers quick enough to continue, "But maybe you've seen my comrades? I'm looking for members of Chrom's army that might have come with me when I wasn't paying attention."
A little girl looking for military forces. Something's strange about that.
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Jacques just looks at her in his quiet way before shaking his head. Not that he knows who this Chrom-person is, in any case. If this little one is involved with an army, then it's a sad thing to think that perhaps wherever she's from, there is also a battle that would even pull in kids like that.
...which...wouldn't be too different from their current situation, he realizes. Huh.
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"No one from Ylisse huh... do you think Nowi is the only one that was strong enough to come help?"
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Yet, even so, Jacques can't blame this girl for asking such questions. He's sure he'd probably ask the same things, but he hasn't allowed himself to think that much into the matter yet.
"...maybe you'll find someone around. It's a mess out here, and everyone's scattered..."
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Nowi looks towards the eagle with a smile while clasping her hands together in excitement.
"Nowi once had a bird friend too. Janaff and I were supposed to be best friends forever..."
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The eagle cocks its head at the eager Manakete, probably thinking her strange for how she's acting presently. When giving a glance at Jacques again, the hunter offers a faint shrug.
"...we're alone here, but not completely. For now, you can make new friends," he suggests to Nowi, deciding to avoid asking what happened to Janaff.
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"That's right. I think I've already made my first one." Whether or not the feeling is mutual, it appears she does trust too easily.
"So how can I help my new friend out?"
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"...."
Jacques looks back towards where their mage continues to protect the fallen aside from the newly confused arrivals. "...we need to find the wounded from our side..."
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So how can they help? It isn't as if they can drag a dragon's body together.
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"I didn't say to bring them..." He just feels he should clarify. "...but we can help protect them until someone else comes to help move them." ...right?
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She considers the option of doing so and then she considers what she can do right now. No weapon, no magic, no stone... She can turn into a bear, but that was done only after she fell from a tree branch.
"Maybe if I can turn into something scary again!"
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"...you can change?"
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If he can follow along with that, it'll be a miracle. "Oh, but Nowi turned into a bear when I fell from a tree."
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He could take a guess, but he's never heard of Manaketes to make a solid enough connection. Of course, with the mentioning of bears and falling from trees (what), everything he could have pieced together gets thrown out the window.
"A...bear?"
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(She probably shouldn't sound so proud about falling out of a tree as a giant mammal.)
"It was the second bestest thing ever. The best bestest is turning into a dragon and soaring through the air! Whoosh!"
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Did that make her...a were-bear? He's still not sure how that has anything to do with her falling from a tree.
"...so...you're a bear...dragon?"