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- #event post,
- +krasus (korialstrasz),
- +lanadormi,
- +morpheus,
- +surion,
- +zerigosa,
- asch the bloody (tales of the abyss),
- geddoe (suikoden iii),
- jacques (suikoden iii),
- lady (original),
- luke fon fabre (tales of the abyss),
- maridian gladespring (original),
- nepeta leijon (homestuck),
- qilby (wakfu),
- riven (league of legends),
- rose hathaway (vampire academy),
- the master (doctor who),
- vastania (original),
- 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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"Thaaaaaarjuhhh!!!" The name is drawn out obnoxiously so as she turns to lean around a tree to steal a peek. "No one other than the stupid candy man."
Gaius, she means.
"He said he didn't see anyone himself and if you haven't..." Sniff, she just might start crying again. "That means we're all alone!"
(It doesn't dawn on her that if there's three of them there, that she's clearly not on her own.)
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She shakes her head, looking around. If some of them were here, then there was a good chance the rest of them were, right? People didn't just get randomly torn from their time and space, their kids proved that. Given that dragons were involved in this, too, it was probably just Another Dumb Thing Naga Was Doing.
"The three of us have to stick together, understand?"
This is a plan that could not possibly run into any complications, whatsoever.
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"That's right. I bet we're all here because if we were all approached, who would say no?"
Not many, that's who. "Once everything settles down, we can rendezvous with the rest of Chrom's army."
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"Exactly. And then we will fix whatever problem we were whisked away to here to fix, since evidently that is our lot in life."
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Nowi's own confidence flares up with Tharja's smile. It's a good thing she's smiling, isn't it?
"So where do we start and oh, do you mind if we partner up for this one?"
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"We start with the nearest person who looks like they know what they're doing, of course."
At the second question, she nods. With her own magic defunct, she couldn't quite afford to wander alone. "That's acceptable. Keep your dragonstone at the ready."
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Her gaze lowers. "I lost it on the way over here. Well no, I didn't lose it. Someone musta stole it from me when I wasn't looking!"
Accountability? What's that? Is it something she can eat or pass onto someone else?
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"We'll find the thieves and deal with them, then. They've taken a few things that belong to me, too..."
Nothing could possibly go wrong.
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She does check to ensure not everything of Tharja's was stolen. Yes, that is an awkward gaze focused on her chest, but only briefly!
"Oooooh we have to make them pay doubly so!"
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She casts her gaze downwards as Nowi examines her, fidgeting.
"Can you not?"