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

timelines: a ball of yarn torn apart by a fuzzy feline

[beholdthedrums]

She has every right to be suspicious; long game, remember, Riven?

He chuckles.

"It's a better plan than saying we're going to rescue our poor, lost, blacksworn sheep. But I suppose, if you really want, we can sit down, make some tea, and wait for the other flights to notice the distinct lack of our involvement. I'm sure that will go over well for us."

[faultline]

"It wouldn't be our fault if other flights wanted to waste their time so." If only she hadn't already resigned herself to going; her complaints would sound so much more convincing. Alas-- it's good to have the confirmation that at least one blacksworn was stupid enough to be caged, though. Riven makes a mental note to remember who it is, once they've met, and then trust them with absolutely nothing from then on.

"...I don't like the deception." Promoting the idea that they care, when... they don't. Inflight politics is one thing, but this is something else entirely.

[beholdthedrums]

"No, of course it wouldn't, but do you really think they'll see it like that?" They're probably all goodie-two-shoes like the Doctor.

The Master is honestly a bit intrigued by her last comment. "Why?" he asks. Maybe it's because most of his existence has been based around deception. The best way to get what you want is by manipulating everyone around you, far as he's concerned.

[faultline]

"They can keep theirs and the one we lost, then. That gives us reason not to participate." As if it'd work like that.

His real question makes her pause, though. The Master is-- a weird guy. Strangeness probably isn't grounds to exclude someone from honesty, though. "Any perception of us should be based on our true strength." There isn't much of that to speak of yet, sure, but still. "Not lies."

[beholdthedrums]

He doubts the other flights want Apollo, either.

Not that he actually has anything against Apollo, personally, but if he was the hero type, he'd probably have ended up in a different flight.

"Personal strength, or that of our entire unit?" He doesn't ask what happens if his true strength is deceit. "I wonder, dear, what your 'true strength' is."

[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.