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

[anybody]

I don't... know where I should be. [ She remembers the original group she had been with only vaguely. She might be able to recognize them if she saw them again, but where they've gone, she has no idea. ] So I... um, yes. Are you?

[faultline]

[ riven reaches out, gripping lady's shoulder, halfway between steadying herself and hauling the girl off to safer pastures.

after a deep breath, she does neither. the first is unnecessary, and the latter, not her place. the sympathy is still creeping in, but she'll not do anything so rash. ]

What color? [ she doubts they share one. ] You should be with your kind.

[anybody]

[ Lady would have been completely fine if Riven has decided to drag her away in any which direction, and when she doesn't, well, she's fine with that too. Just having the hand on her shoulder is a comfort at this point. A small one, of course, but it's better than nothing. ]

I, um. [ What colour indeed. Give her a minute. ] ...green?

[faultline]

[ such a long wait for such a short response. riven looks to the sky. they couldn't be any further from the green camp if they wanted to be-- of course they couldn't. where else would she have ended up. her hand drops from lady's shoulder, and she points across the battlefield. ]

That way. You should move fast. [ she adds; just a bit of friendly advice. ]

[anybody]

[ Lady's eyes follows the path that Riven points out. So Greenflight is straight across the battlefield? Um wow no, that isn't a trek she's going to attempt, fast or not. ]

B-But there's... fighting there.

[faultline]

[ ... ]

There is.

[ and given lady's reaction, that really only means one thing, here... doesn't it. riven is kind enough to suppress the sigh that threatens to come up as she searches the area, looking for a better path that doesn't sacrifice too much distance for safety. ]

... Come on, then. [ before she changes her mind. why does this seem familiar ]

[anybody]

[ It's probably a good thing that Riven willingly decides to help guide Lady around the battlefield, because had she decided to leave her unarmed, lost, and frightened instead, well, Lady would have eventually started to cry. ]

Okay. [ Say no more, there is now a girl in a cute pastel dress following you. ] We're going a better way?

[faultline]

[ riven does not so much as look back as they go. her broken blade stays in hand the whole way, though they mostly seem to be avoiding notice-- for now. it helps that the further they try to go, the more riven has them skirt around even the barest sign of conflict. the longer they walk, the more convinced she is that lady is utterly useless.

at least they're different flights. lady can go be someone else's responsibility. ] Better is... subjective. [ she pauses. not long. ] How did you end up so far away?

[anybody]

[ Lady follows Riven closely as they move around the battlefield, trying (but failing) to not squeak in fear any time conflict gets too close. So yes, when it comes to this, Lady is pretty damn useless. ]

I-I don't know... [ It had been accidental, getting separated in the first place. She never would have wandered off by herself if she had had a choice, but after the first scare that drove her away, well, she was immediately lost. ] I lost them and I tried to find them, but I couldn't, and I kept going and going, and, and-- [ She has to pause and breathe for a moment here. ] You aren't... lost too, are you?