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

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.]

[mortalforged]

[Brightness? It's a term of address she isn't expecting, but she doesn't correct him.]

There are so few of us, but that makes it all the more important to retrieve our lost bluesworn.

We will need the cooperation of the red flight, at the very least. They are likely spearheading the operation. I suggest you go to Sin'thalas and meet with them there. Diplomacy is their strong suit; with luck, you may only have to provide a token distraction... but it is impossible to guarantee anything at this point.

[shardbearer]

[A slight smile crosses his face, and he nods his head. There is definitely some pride in that.]

I can work with them. I've worked with rivals before. It might be like old times.

[mortalforged]

[He is eager and that makes her feel a little better. The rest of the flight is children. How embarrassing.]

... Please, take care of yourself.

[shardbearer]

Try to not worry about me. I'll be back with her.

[He nods his head, before he looks thoughtful, and puts his arms behind his back, crossing them.]

How many of ours are missing, so far? So I know who to look for, if I end up in there.

[mortalforged]

Just one. Tempest is her name.

[She is trying to be taciturn in her own way, hands folded across her stomach.]

You have only just arrived. Are you certain that you are prepared, hero?

[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?

[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.

[shardbearer]

[Children... that bothers Adolin. When he was taken, they were told they had no choice. Maybe, he thinks, that is true. Maybe that's why they have children here. He looks up, then he nods.]

I can handle that. I was a warrior on Roshar. Storms, but I can be one here.

[mortalforged]

You are brave, [she breathes.] I can pay you nothing but the promise I will fight by your side when the time comes.

[shardbearer]

[He smiles at that.] If you give me too much praise, it might go to my head. Leave it to me, Brightness. I'll bring her back.

[mortalforged]

[She bows her head.]

Return whole and well, Champion.

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. ]

[mortalforged]

[Zerigosa probably couldn't run in this tight-ass cheongsam wannabe, but at least she's not tripping over her skirt.]

... Several dragonsworn have been abducted, [she murmurs, glancing away. It's obvious that despite her chilly demeanor, she feels somewhat responsible.] I am trying to think of a way to prevent such things in the future, but the outside of the sanctum is out of my control.

It is unfair to cage you here, to tell you not to roam and explore. The Blue Dragonflight has always encouraged freedom and curiosity. Yet this world is treacherous... if the remains of my flight are any indication.

[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?

[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.

[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?

[mortalforged]

I have no choice but to ask that of you. But if you are hurt, please, return as soon as possible. I will heal you personally.

[She shakes her head lightly.]

... I do not. It was likely a black dragonsworn. I have already spoken to Surion about the matter, but it is not as if he can simply bring back my fallen kin.

[highrules]

[ Surion? He must be someone associated with the black dragonsworn, but she doesn't push on the matter. That can wait despite being a sensitive subject, so instead Zelda chooses to focus on keeping her word. ]

I will do what I can to eliminate the potential for injury. The less risk there is involved, the better.

We can work together to resolve this matter quickly. Is there not a thing more I could do to help out for the time being?

[mortalforged]

If you have some skill at hunting, we could always use more food. Aside from that, you should rest and become accustomed to this world and your abilities as a dragonsworn.

[highrules]

My abilities as dragonsworn?

Does this mean you have blessed me in order to fight for you? [ How thoughtful. ]

[mortalforged]

It is part of the oath. We lend you a fraction of our power so that you might lend us yours, like a joining.

[highrules]

Afraid I must ask your forgiveness. I was caught up in the emotional impact of seeing my world under fire once more than I wasn't heeding much attention to the things said to me.

I won't ask you to waste your time in repeating yourself. The other dragonsworn have the answers, so I'll head out to join the hunt for our companions.

[mortalforged]

[She shakes her head.]

It is... understandable. There were many details we could only gloss over.

... Thank you, regardless.