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

[chosenfake]

Oh, geez. Okay, got it. Kill it dead.

[The sounds of the war seem distant in comparison to the blood rushing through his ears. He focuses on his breathing, on the way his fingers grip the hilt of his sword, the feeling of his boots digging into the mossy ground beneath them. Smoke irritates his nose, but he ignores it. Just like this, he had learned to feel fonons and eventually draw them in.

This world feels strange and silent. There was always that hum, but now it's gone. In its place is something warm, something he can almost--

-- and that's when a shadow comes speeding toward the pair of paladins. It's a felguard wielding a huge blood axe. Luke almost rolls out of the way, but he's supposed to stay on her flank. That hesitation might cost them; he's never seen a demon before and this one is up close and personal. He's still ready to parry, though.]

[telaari]

[The demon looks exactly like the projection in the Vault of Lights. Mo'arg. Footsoldier. A vile thing covered in spiked armor. Too much for this human to handle alone. She needs to keep it off of him.]

[She hurls a shield-sized disc of glowing, golden-white energy at the felguard, hitting it dead center in the chest.]

O~i! For Argus and the Naaru!

[That should get its attention.]

[chosenfake]

[He's not sure what that battle cry is, but it's not important. His eyes widen as the demon takes the shield to the chest. What was that? It was amazing.

Only about half dead, and still possessing its limbs, the felguard wheels and charges the draenei instead-- swinging its big axe down toward her shoulder.

Now Luke has an opening. He slides forward, swinging his sword toward the exposed left side. He's halfway through calling a mass of energy to the fingertips of his right hand, but instead of fonons, a burst of Light hits the demon. It's not quite as controlled as he expects, feeling more like it's pouring out of him than casting an arte.

That's new. Really new. As the demon starts to crumple, Luke pulls back into a defensive position, somewhat distracted by his hand.

What just happened? Why was it so... warm and familiar? He's never been able to do that with his hyperresonance, but it felt as natural as breathing.]

[telaari]

[There's no mistaking that burst of energy - the human is another one chosen to serve the Light. Judging by the look on his face, it must be manifesting itself within him for the first time. If they had the time, she'd praise the Light for choosing a new champion, but they don't have the time. He'll have to be anointed with demon's blood instead of holy oil.]

[She finishes off the felguard by batting its axe away with her shield, plunging her sword into its unarmored stomach. Light courses through the blade, and the demon collapses as she slashes downward. She wipes the blade clean on the demon's hide, turning her head toward the human as she does.]

... Did you get hit?

[chosenfake]

[Luke startles a little as the woman's voice pulls him from his thoughts.]

Huh? Oh, ah, no... I'm fine. Sorry for hesitating. I've had a lot of experience, just not like this.

[He keeps looking at his hand like it's going to attack him.]

What was that-- that light? [From her, from him. He's never seen artes like that.]

[telaari]

The Light. The Holy Light.

[How has he managed to get this far in life, she wonders, without knowing about the Light? Humans revere it just as much as they do!]

[Then again, this has been a very strange day on the whole.]

I will explain later. For now, know that this is a very good thing for us. The Light is the opposite of Fel magic.

[chosenfake]

[THAT he can understand.]

So that's why you were using it on the demons...

[He's not going to sit here and wonder why he has the same magic as someone else. That's never happened before, but if she knows what it is then maybe it's a good thing.]

The Holy Light doesn't exist on my world. I've never been able to cast spells, so...

[It looks like there's another felguard charging. Feeling a little more confident, Luke resumes his defensive position at her flank.]

Let's see what the Light can do!

[telaari]

[She'd stop to ask why the Light never made itself known to his people, but that's another question that will have to wait until later. In the meantime, she needs to make sure that the human won't be torn to pieces if a demon manages to get past her.]

[She summons a light barrier, a less potent version of her own Holy Shield, and places it upon him. It may not stop the felguard's blade entirely, but it will certainly lessen any strikes he might take... for a short time, at least. That done, she nods in agreement.]

Yes, let them come no further!

[She rushes ahead, intent on blocking the demon's charge.]