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

[rewritethesky]

[Was he here just a moment ago? Namine almost jumps at his words, a bit startled by his seemingly sudden appearance, and his height. Way to make your champions feel like Gnomes in comparison.

She glances at him, curious and looking him over, but not knowing who he was referring to, she's unsure and hesitant to speak up for a moment. He does look like someone of authority.]

...I'm sorry?

[shardbearer]

['Hero.' That's his father, he thinks, not him.]

As prepared as I can be. I don't think we have much choice, though. We can't leave one of our own there, can we?

[bloodpainter]

Giggling, she deactivates it and grins down at Valor. "Little beakbeast doesn't like having a hidden kitty around. Not that I blame him."

She bares her fangs in a grin, then turns back to Quinn. "So are we going now? Or is there anything you need to do first?"

[traitre]

"I suppose that means you have a plan."

If it isn't for Qilby's neutral tone and mild expression, the remark would practically sound like a challenge. This man, however, doesn't bother to hide his disinterest nor the irony in his voice when he speaks. Qilby's had more than enough time to learn just how much (or little) his fellow Blacksworn care about keeping up appearances, but it never gets less frustrating to actually see that carelessness in action.

He's already got an uphill battle to fight to bring himself back into decent standing; he doesn't need to have the members of his own flight working against him at the same time.

[skystrikes]

"The sooner the better," she replies, holding out her arm until Valor takes the hint and flutters up to her gauntlet. "In case we aren't all on the same page here."

She reaches up to rub under the eagle's beak. "I'm Quinn, and this is Valor. We can get to know each other on the way."

[stormcalling]

"We'd have to split our small forces into even smaller groups if we want everything done swiftly, wouldn't we?" She can't imagine trying to get between Silverglen, all the flights and than heading to the night elves all within a comfortable and reasonable time. "Unless we want some people to stay behind and take a try at the scrying orbs. Maybe that would help."

[bloodpainter]

"I'm Nepeta Leijon. Let's get going." Even as she says that she's dropped down to a crouch and is beginning to move in the direction of the city, looking very much like a great cat on the prowl. "We'll let the others keep discussing how they'll talk to the elves."

[skystrikes]

[ooc: slides this over]

[wilder]

"However we split- just don't make me stay behind. I might got nuts if I stay cooped up here for too long." Okay sure, it was more he wanted to help Luke- but who was he to say that?

[chronoillogical]

Caliborn is taken aback. His initial reaction is one of a sort of territorial defensiveness. He is the only Lord of Time, anywhere, ever. Or at least, that's how he thinks.

"What the fuck?"

He looks at the Master with new eyes, critical ones. He shares his conclusion at once.

"No."

[highrules]

[ The look is one Zelda is all too familiar with so she understands where her otherworldly benefactor is coming from. Her tone doesn't change, knowing the line between regret and pride is thin enough, but she does watch her a bit more closely. ]

We can work together in deciding a safe perimeter of the area outside the sanctum at a later time.

For now, there is something more pressing to tend to. Are there plans to recover the missing?

[faultline]

No.

[ with that, she gives surion a stiff salute, and takes her leave. ]

[seesbosscrotch]

"I'll go to Silverglen and try to round up some assistance. One of you two should get to Sin'thalas to try to intercept any missions from the other flights and explain the diplomacy thing, and the other rounds up people from here for the mission." That should keep them all involved!

Mar briefly wondered if he could trust Vala to not take the Sin'thalas mission, then go do her own thing anyway, but he dismissed that thought. He'd trust her until he knew he couldn't.

[guerriera]

[ Powerful indeed, though Carolina does not pull her fingers away. But he seems to like her well enough, and Valor gets a very faint smile before Carolina watches him take flight, admiring the wings before turning her attention back to the matter at hand. ]

We have long range communications, but not magic back home. [unless you counted forerunner artifacts, and she did not - and didn't have experience with those besides.] May be worth asking Krasus for clearer instructions, getting access to another closer by might be difficult if the other flights prove territorial in answer to this attack.

[faultline]

"Either." One could be individually weak but part of a greater whole, after all-- things vary, things are far from as black and white as she still wants to see them.

The Master doesn't need to know that much.

"You'll find out soon enough... both of us will." He can keep wondering, for now. If they're really going to be retrieving these prisoners together, that should answer enough questions on its own.

[guerriera]

[ Carolina freezes a moment; betrayal by those closest to you? That's something she knows a little all too well. her head turns away from the party, more towards where the Dragonqueen might often be seen at a distance across the Ruby Sanctum.

Then attention snaps back when Kaneis addresses her. ]

They've been getting solid business from us, more or less, since our arrival. They may not want to lose that - but they may also not want to get involved with fellow elves. We won't know until we approach them.

In the very least, might be they'll know who's best to talk to.

[stormcalling]

"Well...I'm not exactly the most well-acquainted with everyone. Nor do I know if anyone in other flights have ever seen a Draenei and wouldn't mistake me for a threat." Because so far the number of people who had no idea that the Draenei were even a race almost astounded her. On the other hand sitting around the Sanctum gathering people felt like a less productive use of her time.

"I suppose I am free to do either one." That's not entirely true. She'd much rather be near Sin'thalas. If she could get closer to there she could try and check on Vas...somehow.

[mortalforged]

Dragonkin are not so eager to work with others, but you are Dragonsworn. If advances are to be made in how the flights communicate... it will be through you.

An interpreter may be useful, at the very least.

[mortalforged]

[He's eager to help and dressed like a warrior-- but honestly, any well-intentioned bluesworn is a hero to this dying dragonflight.]

... The others are but children, [she says finally, eyes lowering.] I do not wish to make them fight if they do not want to.

[mortalforged]

Yes. Adolin, another bluesworn, has already expressed interest in recovering Tempest. Aiding the rest of the recovery effort may endear us to other flights.

It is an unfortunate truth, but we dragons cannot help you in this. We have erected the scrying orbs, but we dare not leave the sanctum unless it is absolutely necessary.

One of my kin was killed by a dragonsworn when they first arrived. [Her expression hardens.] I will not be so careless again.

[wilder]

You're kidding, right? You guys dragged us outta our lives and into this war, telling us it's for the sake of the universe so get over our grievances - but then you dragons can't even be bothered to try to talk to each other because of a falling out? Even though the whole universe is at stake?

I dunno, man. I don't think that's really setting a good example for your Sworn.

[JUST SAYING MAN. But he'll look over at Carolina]

Yeah. It probably couldn't hurt to ask them at least.

[raggedydoc]

[Sorry, Lana, he can get a little...snarky at people who don't deserve it sometimes.]

All right. [He nods slowly, refraining from any criticisms about the scrying orbs.] Do you know how many were taken?

[guerriera]

[ There is a sharp look at Zelos, Carolina clearly irritated. ..Not that she disagrees with the sentiment, but it doesn't do much to help them right now. ]

One or two of us should go now, then. Then report back as quickly as we can - maybe by using one of those orbs nearby, if there's also one close to that village.

[ She doesn't think they'll be that lucky somehow. ]

Just to be clear - why are dragons encroaching on elf territory here? Or was that never a concern for the species prior to now?

[highrules]

Then we shall act in your place, if you'll permit us.

[ Adolin, Adolin, Adolin. Memorizing the name quick, Zelda makes a note of it to seek this individual out and join them in the recovery of the one called Tempest, possibly the others. She must see what his plans were first. ]

Do you have the name of the one responsible for the death?

[chronoforged]

You have only jussst arrived. [ Clapping his hands together. ]

One arrivesss, another leavesss. It isss all the sssame here.

[ Don't mind the old guy, he's a bit weird not unlike the talking cow over there. ]

If you have quessstionsss, be quick about it. There are other mattersss to tend to.