Quest Log: Suit Up!

[modforged]

Who: Dragon mages and dragonsworn.
What: You have been given a quest to infiltrate Sin'thalas and rescue your fellow dragonsworn. Also discussion of scrying orbs.
Where: The sanctums.
When: May 4th and ongoing for a week.
Warnings: Please PM the mods if needed.


Despite the chaos surrounding the disappearances of several Dragonsworn, your sanctum's dragon mage is trying to be calm about this. After a brief discussion behind the scenes with the others, he or she has returned.

"Gather 'round, I have some grave news. Several Dragonsworn have gone missing. We found them, but we are unable to rescue them by ourselves. It would look very bad if dragons were to attack a settlement. That is why we are asking you for help.

"Southeast of Suramar is a village named Sin'thalas. It is these elves who have taken and imprisoned the Dragonsworn. Whether you negotiate or use force to ensure the return of your brethren, it will not be easy. These elves are highly-trained and knowledgeable, far from the refugees you may have seen in the Retreat.

"In light of this, we have implemented a system to communicate over great distances." The dragon mage unveils a magical orb nearby, the perfect size for gazing. "This is a scrying orb. Approach it and think of Sin'thalas, and you will be seen and heard from the orb at that location. It also works in reverse. This should allow us to coordinate our movements depending on the flow of the situation.

"I urge you to think carefully about how best to retrieve your fellow Dragonsworn. You are yet a small force and highly outnumbered. We cannot afford to lose any of you."

[ooc: If characters want to use the orbs, lookingformore is now OPEN. Remember, orbs CANNOT connect from sanctum to sanctum!]

Comments

RED FLIGHT

[mortalforged]

[wilder]

[Zelos had a sinking feeling when Luke hadn't been anywhere to be found in the past while. Seems like that sinking feeling's been proved right. Elves doing this was a surprise though. He was expecting trouble from the demons, but not-]

Wait- seriously? Do we know why they snatched them up?

[guerriera]

[ There's a faint snort from a late arrival to the group, Carolina pushing back the grey burnoose she's taken to wearing over her armor back from her shoulders as she steps into the loose circle formed. She hasn't changed out her blue power armor yet, in spite of much side-eye from the native red dragonsworn; those brought here, much like she was, don't seem to care about the colour choice. ]

They want to see how we react.

What we do will likely reflect on the hostages.

[stormcalling]

[If the Light taught them one thing it was patience. A missing Vastania however was a very good way to break that patience. It's hard not to instantly snap at him, she's tempted to but she's trying to be level-headed.]

You haven't considered using your magic to attempt to bring them back, hm? No portals or tearing into anything?

[mortalforged]

They have magical wards against such things.

[Hah, if only it were so easy he could just portal them out of wherever.]

Antagonizing them further is not something I recommend, and using magic in such an open way would certainly heighten the aggression-- even if it were possible.

Re: RED FLIGHT

[skystrikes]

[Quinn has been listening to the others deliberate and fret over the kidnapped -- her nature tells her to quit the talking and head out of the sanctum Right This Second, but her heart tells her it would be unwise.

Especially if they were dealing with an army who took hostages. Still, she has some experience with reconnaissance, and it would be improper not to offer it. Thus, she stands off to the side in her new red and gold mishmoshed armor, arms folded with the giant blue eagle, Valor, scraping the ground for something to amuse himself with.]

I have a suggestion, if anyone wishes to hear it.

[She won't demand to be heard by anyone -- her voice is steady, if not mildly anxious. There were lives at stake after all.]

[wilder]

[He was trying to work his own mind around the situation, but he'll turn to look at the other human when she speaks]

Yeah? What is it?

[seesbosscrotch]

"The answer," Mar proclaimed at raidspeak volume, "is diplomacy!"

He raised a hand to forestall the inevitable complaints. "Hear me out! Our true enemy is the Burning Legion! If we attack Sin'thalas, we are only making another enemy out of them! We can't afford to do that without making an effort to reconcile with them! If diplomacy fails, we can always try a rescue by stealth or force, but we need to try to make friends before we make enemies!

"I'll volunteer to go talk to them directly," he continued, "because no one really minds if I get captured or killed for the efforts, and that'll be a good sign of their intent. However, we need to immediately get the other flights behind this plan! If they act, the Sin'thalas elves will most likely view their actions as speaking for all of us and condemn us all accordingly!"

[stormcalling]

Valamia had already considered the idea, not him being the one to talk though. Diplomacy did have it's benefits. "There's a inherit problem with that. If one enters a negotiation with hostiles with the belief they could be captured or killed, what good is their argument?" She took a second to try and consider how she wanted to word everything else. The idea was to do so carefully but repressed rage only helped.

"The belief of nothing to lose is not a good mindset when dealing with those who will take others without reasons." She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. "Diplomacy has a place in the situation now but not from someone with such a mindset. Someone who is not so careful with their words will likely easily upset them. I will not see them doomed because someone can't watch their tongue." Because Vastania mattered far more to her then all of her anger, grudges and much else.

[bloodpainter]

"Um... I just thought of something." She wasn't the world's greatest diplomat, though she did have some skill in soothing tempers, so she'd kept quiet for most of the discussion. But there was one little detail that Nepeta thought no one else seemed to be addressing, or at least not addressing the right way. "The elves took people furrom all the flights, didn't they? Shouldn't we talk to the others and see if maybe we can work together to get them back? That would keep us furrom having to worry about what the other flights are going to do, too. And if we all come to them together we'll look stronger."

GREEN FLIGHT

[mortalforged]

[theshadowkissed]

Rose leaned against a tree, arms crossed, as she listened. "Who all was taken?"

That's what she needed to know before doing anything else.

[pouts]

Elves?

[ Nowi reaches up to tug at her own ears as if that will help the situation any. ]

Can they be negotiated with? Give us back our people and Nowi will show them how to make their armor shinier.

[ At least the first half of that statement can be taken seriously. The rest... well, it's Nowi. ]

[ninjacques]

     Jacques somehow stands with his eagle, Hawk (yeah, he's not the best with names, so sue him), perched on his shoulder despite its size. He idly checks the tension on his bow gun, glancing up with a faint arch of a brow.

     "...about how many elves are there. Do we know...?"

BLUE FLIGHT

[mortalforged]

[shardbearer]

[Adolin was just starting to get used to the place. Then people went missing. He isn't entirely unhappy about this, though that thought feels him with guilt: it's easier to not fret about being plucked away from home, from his father, from Renarin, when they need him most. He has something to do here.]

[Which is why he is giving Zerigosa a studied look. What's with those ears, anyways? Kinda cute, actually--NO STOP THAT, NOT THE TIME, KHOLIN.]

Do you have a plan on how to help them, Brightness?

[He'll learn Azerothian terms of respect later.]

May 6

[highrules]

[ Even though it has only been a handful of minutes since she's arrived, it feels as if something is off in the air. There's not many of the dragonkin here, she's noticed, but when she recognizes the one who brought her here? ]

We meet again!

[ It was inevitable they would, but at the time she was under the impression her new companion was going to be busy for a while. The thinned numbers here aren't all that noticeable to the woman who has yet to experience the other Dragonsworn, but it's as if she can feel the heavy cloak that wraps around their minds. It was something heavy, perhaps she could help? With a hopeful look in her eyes, she pinches the thick fabric of her dress to pull it up away from her slippers to keep from tripping on it as she approaches. ]

What is it that troubles you? [ Anyone else is free to recognize there's a newbie, but she might need more than a "Hey you!" to be pulled away from the task of acquiring Zerigosa's attention. ]

BRONZE FLIGHT

[mortalforged]

[raggedydoc]

I think we ought to negotiate for their return. We can't afford to fight a war on two fronts, and if we retaliate with violence, it will escalate quickly. We ought to be focusing on the demons.

[And he thinks they should ally with the other species, too, but said other species appear to be pretty uninterested in that at the moment. He'll settle for getting everything resolved without fighting.]

/drops half an intro in here too

[rewritethesky]

[Well, someone is having a very awkward, confusing and slightly depressing first day here.

The past couple of hours have had Naminé trying to deal with her situation, finding herself being very unhappy for what appears to be another world. Its not necessarily the distance or separation from her supposed home, but the fact that she had done everything that she needed to do, tied up loose ends and saw to it that everyone else had a safe way to get home, and was content enough to phase out of existence... Only to end up here? That's what bothered her the most

She'd been spending the last little while away from others, not wanting to seen be anyone else and hiding herself behind a group of sand dunes. She was determined to make her portals work, to find a way out somehow and get back, but to add to her grief and to the amusement of some passing dragons, nothing worked. Not even the slightest flicker in the air appeared before her.

That alone was distressing. Naminé's always had some trouble creating portals in the past, but she's gotten better ever since she could practice. But something was just off about this. The world around her, her very existence and presence here, he abilities (or so she's assuming)... everything just feels off. Enough for her to come out of her little hiding spot and try to seek answers from someone.

Luckily for her, there a group of people ahead, a discussion lead by a bipedal female cow. Unfortunately for Naminé, they all seem to be talking about something very serious, with names and terms she's never heard of before, making her linger away, trying to stay out of the way and as out of sight as she can be.]

...People have been captured...? [Naminé's quiet, but her expression is worrisome. Usually its Sora just running into these kinds of issues in new worlds. She barely has any experience in something like this.]

BLACK FLIGHT

[mortalforged]

[faultline]

Why should we?

[ in true blacksworn manner, these are the first words out of riven's mouth; she scarcely waits for surion to finish speaking before voicing her protest. ]

Were any of ours foolish enough to get caught, we should leave them. And if they belong to another flight... [ she trails off. clearly, the issue with that should be self-explanatory. shouldn't it? ]

[beholdthedrums]

It's easy to tally what blacksworn are still around and who is obviously missing, what with her loud attitude and all. There's a tiny wonder in the back of his mind questioning that maybe he's partially to blame for the missing of their newest 'sworn. Maybe she went to go find a beach to roll around naked on.

Doesn't mean he actually cares.

What he is interested in is experimenting further on his ability to steal peoples' energies. See who it doesn't work on. What better than a bunch of useless elves?

A second quiet wonder is if the Doctor had the nerve to be one of people captured from another flight. Well, he deserves it, if that's the case.

He smirks. "What are we waiting for then?" he asks coolly. "We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to them." He doesn't for a moment sound like he gives a damn for any of their safety. Ulterior motives, anyone?

[Silverglen Retreat Visit!] OTA

[guerriera]

[ Diplomacy is not precisely Carolina's strongest suite, but learning more about their possible enemy? Well, that much she can do, and approaching the elves they do know about the ones they do not made sense to her.

A few others also expressed interest in joining her, which is why she waits just outside the Retreat proper, a stalwart form unmoving, cloak hanging over her aqua armor.

She'll only wait so long before entering. Now it was simply a matter of waiting. ]

[seesbosscrotch]

[After extensive negotiations with Vala and Kameis, in which the entirely different person clocked him in the face than he expected, the three had agreed to split up, with Mar being the one going to Silverglen. Thus the plate-clad paladin is the first to show up, offering a wave as he does.]