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

[beholdthedrums]

"So you'll be a tissue-paper meat-shield. Got it." Yeah, he's definitely reassured. If it comes down to it, he can always drain Caliborn of his life and use it to fuel his own spells.

He likes the sound of that.

...

Wait a minute.

Back up.

"--Time powers?"

[chronoillogical]

"Time powers. Before the dragons dragged me here. Kicking and screaming. I was kind of a big deal."

With grin of pride plastered on his face. "Why do you think I have minions?? Everyone who isn't a dumbass wants to be on the right side of history. Which is to say. The side I utterly shatter. As the Lord of Time."

[beholdthedrums]

"Lord of Time?" it comes out as a sneer and for a moment his skeleton flares into view as his energy twists and slots out of place from the sudden whiplash of emotions.

You have got to be kidding him. He knows Caliborn is of a different universe; he has to be, because there's no goddamn way that this little imp is a Time Lord of his universe.

While Caliborn looks proud, the Master's reaction is anything but. "I feel insulted."

[chronoillogical]

Honestly, he half expected the Master to flat-out not take him seriously. He doesn't need other people boosting his specialness and ego to be convinced unflinchingly of his own greatness and future accomplishments, and others underestimating him seems like it would make the dying look on their faces all the more entertaining.

But insulted?

Good enough, Caliborn guesses.

"That's a weird reaction, but okay, bro. Why the hell not."

[beholdthedrums]

Wow, Caliborn, it's great that he doesn't know your thoughts, because he would flat out punch you right now.

Instead, he continues to seethe, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

"There is only one other person I recognize as a Time Lord, aside from myself, and he's in another flight."

[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."