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

[kingdomofsaints]

It's a start, at least.

"I have... but I'm not sure how long my reserves can last." Did she mention she already blacked out once? Yeah, she did. "Especially with how chaotic the situation is right now, our best route would be to plan an escape. However..."

That's just not possible, is it. "I could try to tap back into my Holy magic."

[telaari]

Shards of the Ata'mal, that's no good. "Krasus," she says, gesturing toward the elven(?) mage she's guarding, "is working to summon a portal. We'll retreat through that once it's done."

That at least solves the matter of how they plan to make it out of this place alive. Still, asking a nearly-exhausted healer to keep healing is not going to help them in the slightest. She needs to know more before asking anything of this woman.

"The people you've helped, what's their condition like?"

[kingdomofsaints]

"Krasus... I see." So they just need to stall.

She can easily answer that, at least. Anything to prevent herself from falling into a trap of constant confusion and haplessness. "The people, or at least, those we arrived with are mostly in safe condition. There is desire to explore further, but no one has been hurt severely."

By that, she means no one's dead. Not yet, anyway. Since she isn't aware death isn't permanent here, that's a pretty good thing already, especially with all this chaos. "The dragons... most who have hit the ground... have already perished."

[telaari]

Some good and some bad news - such is how it always in in war. That the dragons are losing this battle is truly disheartening, but that's not their priority at the moment.

"The dragons..." she begins, trailing off uncertainly, "they know what they are doing. We need to focus more on keeping everyone together." She feels a twinge of guilt as she says it, suddenly aware of how cold she sounds. "They are giving themselves to keep us alive. We shouldn't waste that," she amends.

[kingdomofsaints]

It's alright, actually. Amane sounds just as methodically clear-cut when she's the one in charge. She's been trying to change, though- Amane does understand her words.

"The dragons are protecting us..." Such a weird feeling. To be protected by other entities... "They've been doing a good job of keeping the demons away. Hopefully, if he gets the portal up in time..."

Honestly. Amane can't see them lasting for more than an hour.

[telaari]

Vas sheathes her sword and lays a hand on Amane's shoulder. "He will. You will not be forsaken here."

She tries to look the human in the eye. "We will make it through this."

[kingdomofsaints]

...That's pretty strong faith. She can believe in that.

"That's right..." Everything should be behind her by now- but the Lockdown taught her that, right? You need to believe. She believed in Remiel, and look where that got here...

"I'll make sure no harm comes to him." Lord have mercy if a demon decides to attack an taxed Mage... no matter how skilled he is, every plan has fallacies.

[telaari]

Now, if only she felt as confident in her words as Amane, they'd be golden. She takes her hand off the human's shoulder and places it on the hilt of her weapon. "Yes, that's the spirit."

"This is about as secure as we can be, but we'll be much better off if people are prepared to leave once the portal is ready. Would you help to keep everyone informed about what's happening?"

[kingdomofsaints]

Not too surprising, since Amane's skills is to find faith in other people. "I will try. They should know what's happening."

Before descending into the mess that was the Lockdown. "What's your name, by the way?"

[telaari]

"I am Vastania," she says, and she even manages a bit of a smile. "And you?"

[kingdomofsaints]

Amane can't really return it, seeing how rare she does smile. "My name is Amane Kuzuryu. You may call me Amane.

It's nice to meet you, Vastania."

[telaari]

Vas nods. There will be more time for pleasantries later, when there aren't demons bearing down upon them.

"Amane, then. You should go, let everyone know what is happening with the portal."

[kingdomofsaints]

"I will. We will meet again soon."

Still can't drop her 'video game maiden' formalities. Anyway, she's off- not that she'll forget the other Redsworn, of course not.