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Who: Adolin and you, the lucky viewer!
What: A freshly arrived noble brat is here.
Where: The Sapphire Sanctum
When: We'll call it May 4th, before the missing people are noticed.
Warnings: Nyet.

Adolin had never seen a dragon before. Roshar didn't have dragons, for one thing, and they looked wrong to him. There weren't the sorts of carapace and the like that he expected of greatshells. They also appeared to be the size and strength of a greatshell, at a glance, but intelligent. He really wasn't sure what he thought about that.

The fact that no spren were here, anywhere, felt wrong. He thought they should be drifting up around him even now.

But, this wasn't Roshar.

He felt ungainly, for once, in his Shardplate. He didn't look it, though -- the perfectly interlocked blue armor, with its white lining, was immense but he moved with that uneasy grace that said it was far from assembled plates -- but he felt out of place. He felt small, which he did not like, either. The temptation was there to summon his Shardblade, but he was told they were his allies. Or, maybe, his masters.

He kept the helmet under his arm, so the confused look on his face as he scanned the room was simply hard to miss.

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[Hey look, a new guy. Yugo jumps up out of a blue portal about ten feet away.]

Whoa, cool armor! Are you a knight?

[A kid! Adolin looks down at Yugo, and then smiles, though he is studying him for a moment longer. A native, or someone else brought to this world?]

A knight? No, there haven't been knights where I'm from for a long time. [Good thing, too, he thinks.] I am a warrior, though. My name is Adolin Kholin. Commander in the armies of Alethkar.

[A beat.] And a Bluesworn, too, now, if I have it right.

A warrior! That's neat, too.

[He grins and adjusts his hat.]

That's right. I'm Yugo! It's nice to meet you, Adolin.

There's not a whole lot of bluesworn, or blue dragons, but we're all pretty nice.

Yugo? [A darkeyed kid, he thinks. But nice enough, and he needs the help. Besides, he isn't this kid's highprince... even if it feels weird to not be addressed with an honorific.]

[He may have to get used to that.]

Nice to meet you, too. I noticed it looked a little sparse. Who else is here?

There's Genis, and Tempest, and the girl with the hood, and then the guy who doesn't talk to people much... and Zeri. And that's it. [He frowns a little.] The other dragons don't like us much.

I'll have to meet them all. [He nods at that, but his expression becomes more serious.] Why don't they like us?

[Yugo thinks really hard.]

I think they just don't like anyone. Zeri said a lot of blue dragons died. Maybe that has something to do with it?

It could be. They could see us weaker, if we lost a lot of our number...

I don't think it's strange for someone to keep to themselves when they're hurting. I think they'll warm up to us eventually, but first, we have to make sure we help them out.

We'll do that. It should be easy enough for all of us, working together.

[But... he can't let a kid do his work for him. It wouldn't be right. The Codes were clear about protecting children.]

Yep! Not just bluesworn, either. We need everyone's help if we're going to win. [Working together is basically the only way bad guys get defeated on his world.] It helps that 'sworn don't really care what scale color dragons have-- at least, I don't. It doesn't make a difference on my world at all.

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Are we fighting them, too, though? I heard something to suggest that. Or is it more of a... friendly competition?

Well...

[That's a hard question.]

I guess the dragons have a lot of reasons not to talk to each other, but I'm pretty sure there's nothing stopping us from making friends. I spent some time hunting down demons with the redsworn and it was just fine.

I'm used to that, I suppose. Competition among allies and friends. It seems like it could be complicated... but with those things out there, it may be for the best.

As long as 'complicated' doesn't mean forgetting about the Legion... There's just no reason for people to continue fighting about stuff that's already happened.

[This sounds familiar. Of course, Yugo reminding him of his father, in his fifties, is... a little weird.]

Well said. I like to think we'll band together, though.

At least one of the greater beasts in the Sanctum is a more compromising size -- which may or may not cause Adolin concern, when he finds out that said creature is his leader. Malygos does not appear in the form of a great dragon, but a strange hybrid between an insect and a dragon. His segmented limbs appear hollow, and he appears to be comprised mostly of bone and arcane energy.

He clings to the stalagmite nearest the new Bluesworn like a security blanket, observing him from afar.

It takes Adolin some time to make his way towards Malygos, but he has to eventually, when he finishes speaking with other Bluesworn. The Aspect is impossible to not notice; his sheer size is astounding. He stares at Malygos for a moment, before he begins to approach. As he does, the sheer size becomes apparent. He thought chasmfiends were large, but those monstrous crustaceans could only be half the size of the Blue Aspect.

But there are similarities, he realizes, too. The insect-like legs looks not unlike a greatshell, he realizes. And the way arcane energy flows off him, even seems to be part of him... He can't help but be reminded of stormlight.

He opens his mouth, unsure what he should say at first. Then, finally, he raises his hand in a salute at the Aspect in the Alethi fashion. It is a small sign of respect; falling into old habits seems easy. When he speaks, though, his voice clear and he keeps the growing sense of intimidation out of it. "You are the commander of this force, if I am correct?"

Malygos' eyes don't leave Adolin when he starts an approach toward him, and the most movement that comes from the beast is a small shift of those legs. He's gained just a slight bit of confidence around the newer Dragonsworn to be present in such a visible manner, but he still pulls his claws back when the man stops a few paces away.

"Commander, Father, Overlord, that is for you to decide, mortal," Malygos trills from his perch, voice strangely hoarse for such a giant beast. "A title is but a title, and yet titles are strong currency on Azeroth, you know!"

Father... no, certainly not Adolin's father. There is only one father for him, and despite Malygos's size, the Blackthorn stood taller than any in Adolin's mind.

He nods up at Malygos, though he feels surprised by the sound of his voice. He frowns up at him, though. If there was ever a time to get some answers to his questions, and he has many, this is it. He wishes, and not for the first time, that Renarin was here. He would know better what to ask. "When I arrived," he says, "I saw something. Green flame, blasted lands, engulfing the warcamps I called home. Do you know what that could have been?"

The boney brow of the creature dips at the mention of that, and a hiss comes from him as he climbs higher on his perch. His tattered wings spread for balance before he answers in an almost hushed voice -- like someone who isn't meant to be listening might hear him.

"The Legion, mortal," Malygos titters, shifting his glance to the left, then to the right. "The Legion of demons, abominations, who sets to rend all universes asunder! Zerigosa has freed you from oblivion, and brought you to me."

"Then I have her and you to thank for that," Adolin says, with a sincere nod of his head up at the Aspect. He looks the wings over for a moment, and then he hesitates. Is this just Malygos's personality? Or has he lost something of his mind? The idea is worrying.

"What of Roshar?" he asks. "Is it safe? Was it a vision, or does this Legion overrun it even now?"

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