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

[raggedydoc]

I'm just a bit alien, yeah. My people were travelling the stars before Earth was even born; we evolved long before most other lifeforms in the universe. Well, in my universe, anyway.

[He's about to elucidate on this further when a demon comes crashing through the forest. The Doctor grabs Saori's hand and starts to run, but ends up inadvertently teleporting a few yards away, leaving her behind. He pauses for a split second, wondering what the hell just happened.]

[windandrain]

[Just a bit, hmm? She's about to ask, when a creature bursts into the clearing...and the Doctor takes her hand...only...he just sort of vanishes.

And as surprised as she is, she's still got centuries of preparedness for battle. Reaching inside herself she attempts to call up her Anima, the life force of gods, and smite the creature. But...instead of a lightning bolt, a burst of golden flame blasts the demon backwards, filling the air with a stench...

And leaving Saori baffled.]


W-w-what?!

[raggedydoc]

[The Doctor doesn't fight much, but he's also fairly certain there's no reasoning with these demons. He'll struggle with his personal code of morals later, but right now, it's better to avoid death, or so he figures.

Judging by Saori's surprised exclamation, her own display of abilities is just as sudden as his own, and the Doctor wonders if there's more to be discovered. Now that his attention's been drawn to it, there's a certain feeling of something different within himself. He concentrates on it, and a burst of purple light illuminates the area, seeming to damage the demon further.]

Oh, well, that's subtle.

[Hopefully it won't bring more demons down upon them.]

[windandrain]

[Hopefully not, because this one doesn't seem to be staying put. It gets up, and Saori takes a step back. Again she tries calling up some magic that's familiar...only instead of a familiar element, the demon is struck by a slashing strike of golden light that seems to sear it.]

I don't know what any of this is...but it seems to be working!

[Quick to seize an advantage, she reaches for more, trying to call up that fire again...]

[raggedydoc]

[The Doctor does the same thing, but this time, only a single streak of light hits the demon. He repeats this again- and then his fingertips glow bright purple, and a number of purple missiles of light shoot out. It's awfully showy, he thinks, and he's not sure he approves of this at all, but it seems to be doing the trick.]

You know, I don't normally believe in magic, but I'm willing to suspend my disbelief momentarily.

[Till they get out of this sticky spot, anyway.]

[windandrain]

[Saori shoots the Doctor a look before flicking her fingers again, a bolt of crimson power slashing the demon and sending it to the ground with a shudder.]

What do you mean, you don't believe in magic? You're doing it, right now.

[Because she is very, very familiar with magic, even the arcane variety.]

[raggedydoc]

Hence the momentary suspension of disbelief.

[Now that the demon is dispatched, the Doctor looks down at his hands with a frown. The violet energy has dispersed, and he suddenly feels a wave of exhaustion wash over him.]

Whatever that was, it seems to have sapped my energy - I don't know about you, but I don't think I could handle another fight like that. Perhaps it might be best to return to the relative safety of the group.

[He hates to admit it, but it's not as if they won't have more time to explore their surroundings later. Hopefully.]

[windandrain]

[She lets out a sigh of her own, nudging the demon's corpse with a foot. It really is dead, at least. But the strange light was so different from her usual power, it left her feeling unsure, and off.]

I...think I could, perhaps? But I'd rather not. Probably better to try and find other people and bring them back with us, too. Someone said something about injured.

[raggedydoc]

[He kneels down next to the demon's body to get a better look at the thing, glancing back up at Saori when she speaks again.]

The- [He's not sure what her species is; she's not quite like any other beings he's encountered before.] -bovine woman, yes. We're meant to find injured dragons.

[Though how the two of them are supposed to bring dragons back is another thing entirely.]

[windandrain]

Oh, her.

[She...shrugs, and leans down to look at the body too. It's ugly, foul smelling, and just...repulsive, but whatever...it's good to know your enemy.]

What do you suppose they meant, when they said to not bring dragons that aren't their own?

[raggedydoc]

No clue. 'Course, I'm not sure how we're meant to go about bringing the dragons back in the first place. They're a bit bigger than we are, seems like.

[windandrain]

Wouldn't be a problem if they hadn't stolen my powers...

[She's pouting because her super strength is gone. Forgive her, Doctor...]