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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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The moment the girl nearby spoke of helping the wounded, Rose's eyes snapped over to her.]
You're going to need backup. Stay close.
[She then pulled a long silver stake out from inside her coat and started out of the protected area toward the closest wounded. At the moment, Rose wasn't paying attention to colors. Why did it matter right then? And how the HELL were they going to drag -dragons- to safety?]
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It's good they care nothing for the colors- Amane is simply assuming they don't have the capability to treat those of different color without the right means by the different Mages. She doesn't even know they're called Mages, so...]
Thank you. [She tries- okay, yeah, she can't summon demons here. As she expected, if her normal powers are already sealed. What a pain. There's- the carnage is much bigger than any fight she's been in before, though. Something like a worst-case scenario in a prophetic book.
She finds a wounded red dragon first, the distance close to where she came to. Even if this was the demon world, she should still have her powers... right, this is simply a strong seal. She can overcome this. Help as many as possible now, understanding is not always spoonfed-!]
I'll try to help this one. If you could, please keep danger away. [Danger being a subjective word. She feels bad for shoving responsibility on someone else, but...
...Being a magic user her whole life, her Priest abilities might be easier to access, but not just yet. Concentrate...!]
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Woah.
[She couldn't help the little note of wonder in her voice when she looked down at the dragon. And then the extent of its injury and the other woman's words snapped her out of it.]
That's what I do.
[And the second best thing she was good at. The first was getting -into- trouble, but that wasn't relevant right then. For once this trouble wasn't something she got herself into. Probably.
She then turned so she could see both the dragon and the surrounding area, in case one of those demons showed up.]
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The relief at seeing that the dragon's wounds are closing up (Jezebel has not eaten her whole yet, not anytime soon-) doesn't distract her from actually doing it, though. Normally, it would just take a quick 'Mediarahan!' and they'd been good as new, health-wise. Fingertips stiffening to the point that curling them shoots actual pain through her hand, she manages to trust in her new partner (whose name she didn't even know) and worked until the bleeding stopped, and the wounds were gone.
...Wow, that was exhausting. It might be stirring sometime soon, but Amane can't really tell, because she breathlessly turns to look at her partner-
-and slams straight to the ground. Perhaps the relief was too much, because she didn't exactly pay attention to her own Mana usage and mental state.
...She's used to this, just give her a while to wake up.]
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Kneeling down, Rose poked at the woman's shoulder and shook her a little.]
Hey, hey...
[Nothing. Whelp... that put Rose in an awkward situation of a red dragon working itself back up and probably about to head back into the battle and one passed-out healer. And -that- was when the whole not-her-flight-thing popped into her mind. Not that she really cared, but since she didn't know this woman and didn't know how long she was going to be out, she was left with three options.
One: Drag her back to her own flight and maybe get her killed because these dragons were all racial bastards.
Two: Leave her there and hope no dragon steps on her or some demon eats her.
Three: Deposit her in the lap of one of her own flightmates.
The first two seemed way to likely to lead to this woman's death, and Rose really didn't see any need for her to actually die. After all, she wasn't an evil undead asshole. That left her with option three.
Dhampir were unusually strong, so hoisting the woman up over her shoulders in a fireman's carry, even with her being short like she was, wasn't a problem. And then she set off in search of an unoccupied Redsworn.]