warforged | 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.]

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[ ah! there it is. it's a comfort, in his hand.. ]

My.. powers? What do you mean?

[ clearly he hasn't yet realized he can't use his usual spells.. ]

Your magic. You are gifted-- I could tell that much as we brought you in.

[Poor thing.]

Even so, it will take some time for you to be accustomed to the way Azeroth's leylines are drawn.

That's --

[ ah - there is is. it shifts quickly, so quickly that he thinks perhaps he didn't see it at all -- bright lines of magic, of radiant energy, weaving.. he blinks hard, rubbing one fist against his eye.

magic, she says, and he doesn't understand what she means until he tries to call it to his hands and finds it.. unresponsive. ]

Wha..

Can you see them? Reach for the nearest thread, and think of what you want to make. It is wild, boundless energy. Give it form and purpose.

[She doesn't usually speak like this to anyone. Seems he's hit a chord, somewhere.]

[ at first he's not so sure. he's still confused, still torn and bewildered and running on rushing adrenaline, but - for some reason, she's difficult to refuse. maybe it's just her presence alone, but he finds himself pushing past his reluctance to do as she says.

his mouth sets, and he reaches as she's asked and it's.. difficult at first, because he's used to his magic, his mana and this - well, this isn't really anything like it. but genis was born to do this, this is what he's good at, and with enough focus he's taking it at last. with one hand grasping his kendama and the other spread, he pulls, easing a thread of magic away from the rest, and he can feel the cool energy of it, foreign but not, electric and exciting and wow, he's doing it, isn't he! not that he's bent his mind on a spell yet, but.. he's still grinning. ]

W-wow..!

[Now she allows herself some tiny hint of a smile. Rather than the warmth one might expect, this one doesn't quite reach her eyes. Despite how coolly and calmly she speaks, there are signs she is tiring while channeling this portal.]

Good.... well done.

[There is hope yet.]

[ it's hard to help the little surge of pride - kids will be kids, after all, and genis feels inferior often enough that it feels great to excel at something he knows he's already competent with. but when he looks to her, grinning, for approval, he can't help but notice the strain on her face. because he knows that look. ]

Um. Can I help?

[ he kind of feels a little sheepish asking, just because this woman - elf? - not? - feels so large and capable that he feels a little silly even bothering to ask at all, but if he can help in any way, even just a little.. well, it's worth asking, right? maybe? gosh, he's gonna sound like a big idiot. ]

[She shakes her head slowly. At least she's not offended.]

With this spell? No. But if you would keep your eyes on the other bluesworn, so they do not wander off into peril... I would be most appreciative.

[ bluesworn. r-right.. ]

Okay! But uh.. how will I know who they are?

Talk to them. [She doesn't have to tell him not to make trouble, at least.] And-- do not bring any who are not bluesworn back here. Others must not enter the sanctum, even if they are your friends. Do you understand?

[She settles her gaze on him, protective and unwavering.]

[ friends.. ?

genis isn't sure that's a promise he could keep. denying his friends anything is - all but impossible for him, and if any of them are here, and in trouble, well.. his wavering expression belies his thoughts well enough, but she's just intimidating enough that he doesn't feel that he could argue it.

all he can do is try. ]

R-right.. I'll do my best!

[She is intimidating. That's why she's here and not frolicking with the very last remnants of her kind.]

Very well, [she murmurs, her eyelids fluttering as she struggles to put together this portal faster.]

your hands protect the flames

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