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

[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.