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.]

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[theshadowkissed]

[After helping some injured green dragons to safety, Rose prowled just outside the protective area of her flight. She was establishing a perimeter, securing the immediate area. It was instinctual to her now when she was in guardian mode. It also helped keep her focused.

Especially since anyone observant enough would notice her continually sending curious glances toward the city where the demons were...]

[mortalforged]

[Even the patron mage of her flight doesn't seem to be having a great time. He keeps tabs on her as much as he can with all the chaos and the fighting going on. He's a dragon; his hearing is much better than an elf's, no matter what people might want to believe.

He's starting to regret signing up for this though. His face is accustomed to smiling but he is clearly frowning and bothered by the injured green dragons nearby. He doesn't have time to heal them, so he's casting, casting, hoping.]

[theshadowkissed]

[At one point, Rose came to a stop not too far from the dragonmage and rolled her eyes.]

Shouldn't you be, like, rallying us or something to make us not think we all made a huge mistake by agreeing to all... [She vaguely waved her hand toward the city.] ...this.

[mortalforged]

[His eyes narrow. He's still concentrating on making that portal.]

It is not a choice so much as a necessity... And I am sorry for it. For all of it. I am sorry for my brothers and sisters, too. But if we fail here, it will be your kin desecrated, your world razed and charred bare.

[theshadowkissed]

Yeah, yeah, I got all that. One of the reasons I haven't punched you in the nose. [The other was because he was kind of hot when all elfy and she really didn't want to break his nose. Or break her hand punching his nose.]

I don't care what I have to do as long as it keeps Lissa safe. So I'll stay here and keep any demons stupid enough to come charging from those ruins over there.

[Nothing like a little bluster to make her feel better about her situation.]

[mortalforged]

[He gives her a brief smile. Granted, there's sharp teeth behind it, but nothing too terrifying. Just. Elves. They have teeth.] That is a relief. I rather like this nose.

[He goes back to poring over his spell.]

[theshadowkissed]

[After seeing one set of fangs poised to rip out one's throat, sharp pointy teeth tends to lose their fear factor. Rose ended up returning the smile before being vigilant in her defenses again.

For a little while, at least.]

So... Can you answer questions while doing that spell?

[mortalforged]

[Morpheus nods, bangs slipping into his eyes even as he works.]

As long as I do not try to do anything else.

[theshadowkissed]

I'll keep it so you don't. [Yup, she thought she was totally badass. Demons couldn't be any worse than Strigoi, right?]

...so was us being dropped here someone's mistake or do we just happen to have the worst luck ever?

[mortalforged]

Your efforts are very much appreciated.

[What's a strigoi? Some kind of food?]

You were chosen for your strength and for your heart. If we form an army, we can push the Burning Legion back-- here and on your world.

[theshadowkissed]

No, no, I mean literally here. In the middle of this particular battle.

[mortalforged]

Ah. Here here. [Ahem.] We are very short on luck. If you find an abundance of it, please let me know. At the very least, you are alive! Being alive is very good.

[theshadowkissed]

[Despite the situation, that made Rose laugh.]

You're looking at the wrong girl if you want good luck, but I'll take being alive over being dead. Or worse.

So, demons. Are they the lots of stabbing kind of killable or are they the decapitation or setting on fire kind of killable?

[Since she was starting to think that shadow over there was something she was going to have to kill real soon...]

[pouts]

Are you worried about the condition of the city?

[ The voice is high-pitched and youthful enough to match the appearance of a girl nearby. She's not dressed for battle (or much at all really), but she's also not seemingly distressed by the condition of everything going on. Either she's got one hell of a poker face or it's possible she's from a world that's conditioned her to combat around her. ]

It's worrisome, but for now we must keep to ourselves. That's what they said, isn't it?

[theshadowkissed]

I just don't like sitting on my hands when I know there's something I can be doing.

[Rose cast a brief glance over and then had to look back. What in the-- She shrugged out of her black leather jacket and held it out.]

Here. Looks like you need this more than me, but I want it back once we're at that sanctum place.

[pouts]

What?

[ The jacket is cool looking yes, but that's the sort of thing a mercenary might wear. After being held captive by so many, she rather not. Politely shaking her head, she gives all the physical signs of refusing it. ]

No thanks!

It doesn't look as if you're sitting on your hands right now. You're standing, in fact.

[theshadowkissed]

...you sure? I mean, you're wearing practically nothing and this is kind of armor. It's save my neck a couple times.

[Lissa had bought it for her when they ran from the Academy.]

And that was a figure of speech. Basically, it's another way of saying you're standing around essentially doing nothing on purpose.

[pouts]

Practically nothing?

[ She glances down over herself and gasps in horror. ] Oh no, oh no, this is bad!

[ Her hands shake in front of her as she waves them back and forth, struggling to figure out something that's on her mind. Within seconds she's pulling free a boot to reveal... a pink sock? ]

This snapped free from my garter! [ Pulling it up, she fixes it back to normal before pulling on the boot again. Overall, it does very little to cover her. ]

[theshadowkissed]

...

[Rose was just a bit dumbstruck while still holding out the jacket. She slowly put it back on as she recovered.]

Okay, I totally understand being in love with your fashion, but you're showing too much skin for battle. [And she emphasized with a mild poke at the girl's exposed stomach.]

[pouts]

That's okay because my skin is tough! [ Or it used to be. She squirms at the poke and looks back down in surprise. ] Huh, that's not supposed to happen!

My skin is supposed to be tough like the scales of a dragon.

[theshadowkissed]

And I'm supposed to be able to know exactly what my best friend is feeling at all times and I can't do that anymore. This place has royally screwed with us.

So, you still sure you don't want to borrow my jacket?

[pouts]

I think I'd like to borrow it. [ If only in the hopes it'd keep her current fleshy skin from being too fleshy. ] Until this is all over with, then I can return it.

Don't worry--Nowi's not a finder's keeper's kind of girl!

[theshadowkissed]

Good, cause I'm the hunt them down to take my stuff back if I have to kind of girl. Here.

[She hands the jacket over.]

That was my sixteenth birthday gift. You take care of it, and it'll take care of you.

[pouts]

[ Pulling it on gently! ] I'll take good care of it.

Oh, but you remember your sixteenth birthday? You must not be very old, huh...

[ She actually feels pretty clever for figuring that out. ]

[theshadowkissed]

[Rose is just going to eye Nowi.]

I'm eighteen.