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- asch the bloody (tales of the abyss),
- geddoe (suikoden iii),
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- luke fon fabre (tales of the abyss),
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- riven (league of legends),
- rose hathaway (vampire academy),
- the master (doctor who),
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- 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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Y-yeah, I'm fine. Me and Asch fixed everything, and we were about to go home, but then...
[THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED. Though Luke thinks new powers might come in handy, he's also kind of tired of being jerked around like that.]
Maybe they did, I don't know. I know I feel a little different. I tried focusing on the seventh fonon, but nothing happened. But you don't think they'd drop us in here without some way of defending ourselves, right? It just doesn't make sense.
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...I was still in Exsilium. I was getting to leave, but then... [he just makes a gesture. A thought of worrying about Sheena rises in his mind, but he pushes it away from being expressed. It'd do no good right now]
No kidding, moreso when my powers would've been useful againstm these demons. [Not that he uses them a whole lot. But still! He's feeling so very vulnerable on this battlefield and he doesn't like it] But maybe it's..some sort of side effect to how they brought us in. Who knows.
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Well, we can try to... move this dragon toward the guy in the cloak. He's unconscious, right? Let's cross our fingers he doesn't wake up.
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[It's bullshit and he knows it. He's got his own self-loathing ideas on why he's been dragged into yet another conflict, but he knows to keep it to himself]
We could try, but...[he tilts his head as he looks at the dragon] You really think we could lift a dragon?
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[Hello random compliment. Luke hasn't actually focused on his appearance or being kinda vain in a long, long time.]
Probably not. But we could drag a dragon... maybe. Unless you wanna wake him up.
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[WHATEVER LETS FOCUS ON THE DRAGON. he looks at the dragon, and
looks at the ground they're dragging him on. Rough forest floor.]
[....]
[Excuse him as he prods the dragon a little]
Hey! You! Overgrown lizard! This isn't time for a nap!
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Luke looks understandably nervous as Zelos starts AGITATING THE GODDAMN DRAGON.]
K-K-Kaneis! You sure that's a good idea?!
[IT'S STARTING TO GRUMBLE]
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[He looks back at Luke, looking not all nervous. Pissing things off that could kill him is pretty much Tuesday for Zelos Wilder]
Better than pissing him off by dragging his fat ass across the rough ground. I don't wanna throw out my back!
[And he turns back to the grumbling dragon]
Oh I knew you were faking it! C'mon- I've seen paper cuts worse than this pansy crap! Get up already!
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Said dragon snorts and huffs hot air in Zelos' face, but manages to get onto its legs. The problem, then, is that it can't fly-- and the rear leg is not looking great. Limping dragon incoming.]
I can't believe it.
[Hell hath no wrath like a bossy healer.]
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There you go! C'mon, I can't heal you right now, so stop complaining and make use of those three good legs to get to the portal! You're a dragon for crying out loud, stop whining!
[Turning his head to look at Luke. DID YOU THINK HE FORGOT ABOUT YOU?]
And Luke! Stop sniveling and help make sure this guy's path is clear! You haven't forgotten how to stab things with a sword, have you?
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Y-yes! I mean no! I'm working on it!
[Holy hell. He darts out ahead, hacking at any untoward foliage and making sure demons aren't going to drop down from the sky or something.]
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[Yep, Zelos can tell Luke finds its terrifying. It's meant to be. He doesn't have time to let this dragon think he's boss and can do whatever he wants. Luke's just the unfortunate victim in this]
[That and yeah, healers are terrifying creatures if pushed.]
[But with Luke clearing the path, Zelos keeps egging the dragon on. Sure enough, it begins to move slowly in the direction of the mages while shooting the occasional glare at Zelos. SCREW YOU TINY WEIRD LOOKING ELF.]
[However the problem with some many people and creatures right here with bright red is that it tends to be a giant target. So sure enough, it's not long until Luke might spot a small band of Felguards coming towards them]
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Incoming!
[He charges forward but only a few yards, cleaving one of the demons nearly in half and sending it staggering into its buddies. That is the best way to deal with multiple enemies, tbh.]
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[Since there are multiple ones, Zelos will draw his own sword and run in to help out. While one is trying to get out of the way of its cleaved buddy, Zelos slashes his own sword at it's chest. His cut isn't nearly as deep as Luke the slicer, but it's enough to make the demon stumble back in pain]
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Shit shit shit--
He yanks his sword up just in time, but the parry is weak and he goes flying.]
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[He sees the boy go flying. He decides to attack the one that hit the kid while it's still recovering from it's parry with Luke. But he moves so much slower now than what he's used to and it's not fast enough to make the recovery window. The demon meets his axe with Zelos's sword in a metallic clash]
Jeez!
[Now it's become a battle of strength. While Zelos is muscled enough to hold his sword in place and not be thrown- he's clearly straining. It's a complete change from his spar with Luke just a few weeks ago]
Shit...am I really this much of a chump?