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

[convictionary]

[Actually, it's extraordinarily on the mark and he's going to carefully put away the knife, even more carefully pull out a sucker because they might be a limited supply but he needs sugar right now. Pop it in his mouth. And after a pause, very deliberately:] So what if I am?

[agasm]

And that's your problem, right there. [ Less to worry about once they're dead. At least most demons didn't have the brains to hatch revenge schemes and report them to the local authorities... though, they should be killed as well. ]

[convictionary]

It's only a problem if you get caught. [Which...he had, actually, and nearly hung for it more than once and he had the brief impulse to rub the branding (hidden beneath several layers of cloth and leather, of course) but stopped himself and so all of this was expressed in what could be best described as a slight flinch that shifted into a cringe before calm aloofness took over once more.] 'sides, life's usually easier if you don't get involved in sticky business like murder. Trust me on this.

[agasm]

I know more than you think. It's probably why I look like this. [ Not that she cared. Not that she really thought she ever had a choice about the matter. This guy wasn’t her nor was he actually from her world, so she entertained the idea that the rules were different where he came from.

Though, Zero highly doubted this is likely. ] And it's probably why I'm here right now.

[convictionary]

Listen- [He paused, fiddling with the sucker for a moment.] No, wait, before we continue. You got a name?

[agasm]

Must we? [ Conversing this long was not really her style, though one she would have to become more used to... after all, there was much to discuss, even for a woman that didn't possess a large amount of innate curiosity. The world, no matter which one she resided on, seemed most unwilling to bend to her preferences. ] Zero.

[convictionary]

[Funny thing was that he didn't initially care and asked less because he was invested in her as a person (as far as he was concerned they could just part ways here and never see each other again and he'd be okay with this) but the question? Made him insist on going,] Gaius. [And now they were on a name basis. Deal with it.]

You weren't always a...thing? [Of fucking course she wasn't, but if it was contagious...]

[agasm]

Have I always been dead? No. [ The stern refrain sounds more distant than previously. Zero turns her back to him to walk back to their starting point. This was enough dragon love-and-care and general pacifism for her. ]

[convictionary]

[Yeah, let's just say this is the point in which they parted ways, privately relieved they'll never ever see each other again because it's not like they're going to live in the same cave or nothin', hahaha (why), and move onto more action packed shit later on. Thread's starting to have an odd smell to it.]