warforged | Quest Log: Suit Up!

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!]

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I wish we'd had the luxury of forewarning.

[Darn straight they'd proven themselves. All that banner-planting hadn't been for cheap exercise and recreation!]

[Beyond that, though, he intends to let Carolina speak more directly on matters first, and if she wants to go to the top before speaking, he'll follow her lead.]

[ Well, this is curious. The new arrival is glanced over, the difference in armor and appearance noted, before Carolina gives a respectful nod to the two guards - again - and turns to face the new arrival. ]

[she glances at Mar, but doesn't disagree] As he says. Please lead the way.

[ Carolina will indeed follow where the new night elf leads, curiousity reined in strongly behind business-like expression. Krasus had said that the dragons (or at least, the red flight) had minimal contact with the other races here at best, so there were few extra details to be gleaned before coming here.

Once they've reached their intended destination, Carolina does not wait on the refreshments - though they won't be refused if offered, even if she does not sip hers right away. ]

Your people have been very tolerant of the dragonsworn since our arrival. We appreciate you taking time to speak with us.

[ It isn't far, but it is to some place private. While many of the others may seem apprehensive about trusting the Dragonsworn, she was willing to give them the chance often denied by her comrades in arms.

Inside a private hut between two trees with a lush canopy overhead, they will find they hear nothing else other than the animals in the forest nearby. Birds chirping and all the various noises bugs create. Naturally, there are berries and fresh bread, not much, but enough to serve guests.

They aren't here for that though and so she wastes little time: ]

What is it that brings you here? There is something troubled in your eyes.

[ It's a pity more of this one's brethren weren't as open to strangers - then again, Carolina understood xenophobia well enough. ]

We've come to ask you for information, and advice. While you and your fellow elves of Silverglen have been open to us, I'm afraid that we seem to have run afoul of another group who have taken some of our number hostage. What do you know of the elves of Sin'thalas?

Our brothers and sisters of Sin'thalas are quicker than ever before to take matters into their own hands. [ If she was thinking on the question, it doesn't show in the slightest in her outward appearance. ] They are the least forgiving when it comes to betrayals, but more importantly they cannot forgive themselves when it comes to their failures.

[ Lowering her gaze to be even with the Red Dragonsworn who addresses her now. ]

When we were attacked, they couldn't come to our aid quick enough and since then have made efforts to rally their Sentinels quicker. I cannot assume why they have taken some of your own hostage, but they must have their suspicions.

Betrayal? [That makes her stand a little straighter] I suspect you're not talking about those demons we've been brought here to battle. Who attacked you?

[a frown follows] Given they've likely paid close attention to our comings and goings, why would they only act against us now?

The demons are only a fraction of what is wrong with Azeroth. There was an incident with the Dragon Aspects that took place before this, but you would speak about those matters with your benefactors. I know little of their politics, only that our sisters of Sin'thalas have good reason to be suspicious.

I cannot speak for them, but I could speak to them. Perhaps they will enlighten us to their reasons.

[Mar can't help but laugh at her statement. Only a fraction wrong indeed! So true and yet so false...]

We would be very grateful. Speaking at least for the Red Dragonsworn, we would rather have allies than enemies. Good reasons for suspicion or not, we'd welcome the chance to allay those reasons and work together.

Understood, then I shall see what can be done to relay this message to them.

In the meantime, it's advisable that your allies do not attempt to infiltrate Sin'thalas. They are the least forgiving and if anymore blood were to spill, it would worsen matters.

We figured that might be the case. We'll pass on the message, although I cannot guarantee that those not of our flight will follow your advice.

[There's a pause, then Carolina tilts her head at the elf]

Might we know your name?

[It'll make showing gratitude later easier for one.]

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