appointments.

[mortalforged]

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monday(today)/afternoon/zerigosa pls!

[gravitywell]

[ okay so genis tries not to complain, when he doesn't have to (hahaHA.. ) - well, at least about important things! for the most part, he's a self-sufficient boy who knows how to take care of himself, and growing up on the road with raine in sylvarant had taught him a lot about how to survive. even in iselia, food was always short, and means were always meager.

but he still had raine to take care of him, to support him, to ask a hundred questions to when he didn't understand something. so he can feed himself, at least, and stay warm(ish) when it's important, but..

well, there's more than that, to surviving! and genis is bored. so here he is, creeping up to dragonmama a little hesitantly. she's nice, but she's, you know. intimidating too. but that's never really stopped him before.. ]

Um. Excuse me?

[mortalforged]

[Zerigosa doesn't even look up. She's busy with some floating lists, scratching into them with an enchanted quill. It's a pretty blatant use of magic but hey it works.]

What do you need, little one?

[At the very least, she doesn't seem to be outright rude. It's a term of endearment, even if her tone could use a little more warmth.]

[gravitywell]

Um.. well.

[ how do you tell a scary dragon lady that you're bored? genis looks thoughtful for a moment, his brows furrowed, but then he's climbing up onto a nice comfortable flat rock and sitting cross legged, leaning with his hands on his ankles. ]

I was just wondering if there are any.. books, around. [ or anything at all. ] There's just - a lot I want to know, and I tried going to that town, but.. they wouldn't let me in.

[mortalforged]

Books?

[... Not really. They're giant lizards. Giant lizards don't have libraries. Still, she can't say it's a stupid idea; she understands that's how the younger races study...]

The night elves have always been wary of outsiders. [She waves a hand.] They are prideful and insular. A show of good faith on your part may curry favor.

... But, I believe very little would be lost if the demonic horde just happened to demolish that particular village.

[... That doesn't make it better, Zeri.]

Still, the pursuit of knowledge is something I can appreciate. I can tutor you until the village accepts you, if you wish.

4/22 (what are azeroth dates) / surion

[traitre]

[Generally Qilby's the sort of person who likes to know as much as he can about something before dealing with it. He researched stasis for years before cracking his first stasili crystal apart (and subsequently destroying his first lab on that particular planet.) Zaap gates would never have come about if he hadn't spent lifetimes watching the way eliatropes warped space before applying it to stone and circuitry. A less observant man wouldn't have seen the potential tucked away within the Mechasms that he did.

And so that's why even though it's been nearly a month since he'd been dropped in the middle of this war, Qilby still hasn't spoken to the so-called dragon mage of his flight. It's not for lack of trying to get information on the guy, it's just that not a single dragon in the sanctum will look at him for more than two seconds, much less speak to him (unless he broaches the subject of those eggs-- which he did once and only once.) All he's managed to get is a name, all the good it does him: Surion.

It's a shame, but thanks to recent developments, he can't put off the chat much longer. Time to find out just how things work around here.]

A word, Surion?

[mortalforged]

[Surion doesn't seem to be terribly busy. He finishes his conversation with another dragon before turning to meet his guest.]

Ah! Qilby, was it? I hope you have been faring well.

[His smile is friendly without being terribly warm.]

[traitre]

[He nods, returning the smile with one of his own-- albeit a somewhat-distracted one.]

Well enough. There's much in your world that's worthy of study -- it's just a pity that a war is the only reason I've been able to see it.

[A pity indeed. Usually he gets a few good decades of research done on a world before something horrible and/or cataclysmic happens. But that's not what he's concerned about here!] Having met some of my fellow Dragonsworn-- [i.e. basically ignoring them] --I've wondered for some time now... How is it that you chose us? And not just those of the Black Flight. All of us?

[mortalforged]

Oh, yes. Azeroth is massive, untamed and beautiful. It's also home to a host of energies we barely understand.

[Surion takes a moment to think about this.]

Well, we didn't exactly hand-pick you. With the help of the Bronze Dragonflight, we are able to see how the Legion sets its sights on other worlds. And then, well, we hope to find someone on that world who can help. Arcane magic is wild and unpredictable in its way. We do what we can to empower the Dragonsworn, but at the end of the day, it's little more than chance.

Trying to build a sustainable army out of essentially random people, as you can imagine, has its problems.

After returning from Sin'thalas/Krasus

[telaari]

Much as she would like to collapse into one of the more comfortable sleeping niches right now, Vas cuts a straight path across the Ruby Sanctum to Krasus. There are more important matters on her mind, ones that need to be addressed immediately.

She bows a bit more deeply to him than is absolutely necessary. After several days in confinement and breaking out of prison, she feels just as much of a mess as she likely looks. Extra formality might not compensate for her sorry state, but at least she's trying to look like a proper Vindicator. "Ahkii ankour, Dragonmage."

I am so sorry this is late. I wasn't feeling great |D'

[mortalforged]

Krasus allows himself to look relieved when he sees the return of the redsworn, unharmed. "You must be exhausted. Rise, Vastania-- you must not bow so low, or else one might think you are surrendering." He reaches out to gently take her shoulders, lending just a little of his magic; she should feel slightly more energized. He is a guardian of life, after all.

"You have returned, at last. Are you hurt?"

hey, no sweat

[telaari]

She stands tall, the weight of her armor dragging a bit less heavily under his spell. Though it does nothing to erase the dark circles beneath her eyes, or to make the idea of sleeping for a week seem unappealing, she feels her thoughts clearing.

"Both Luke and I are unharmed, thanks be to the Light," she says. "He performed well under pressure, given his age. But I would prefer to save my praise for a formal report." She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, uneasy in spite of his efforts to put her at ease. "I spoke with one of the Sentinels in Sin'thalas. She was under the impression that the Dragons had attempted to purge the Kaldorei in the past, and that we Dragonsworn are accomplices of those who would kill them. Do you know why she would think so?"

[mortalforged]

That... is new information. His eyes widen slightly beneath his hood. His gloved hands return to his side, echoing Vastania's unease.

"The Dragonqueen would never have condoned such activities. If this is true, it was the work of another flight..." The Black Dragonflight. He'd bet his missing two fingers on that. "I must apologize. This is something I should have absolutely known, and spared you the danger."

super duper backdated to post-kidnapping / lanadormi

[amygdalae]

[Yes, so. Kidnapping.

Not at all fun and games.

It's all good that everything went well and nobody was hurt, but all the same the reasons behind this were still unknown to Bruce. And to him, that's pretty much a failure on its own right.

Though he still has no real liking for the dragons, he figures that the best way to understand all of this is to talk to them... which would help if any of them actually talked to him in the first place. Most of them seem to be content doing whatever it is dragons in the Bronze Dragonflight do. Stare into empty space, or something. Not that Bruce can't relate, but it's still irritating.

Eventually he just goes to the dragon he knows will at least talk to him, clearing his throat as he nears her.]

Excuse me.

[mortalforged]

[Lana seems to be busying herself with a peculiar-looking hourglass. When Bruce approaches, she sets it down on a nearby rock. Unlike most hourglasses, this one appears to be filling sideways.]

Greetings, champion. I hope you are well, after the... previous excitement.

[amygdalae]

[Bruce can't help but glance over to the hourglass when it's set down, wondering for a moment how it works. To be honest though, there are a lot of things about Azeroth that he needs to explore more. He didn't have the best welcome here, but the world is interesting.

Still, that's something for later. He turns his attention back to Lanadormi, nodding once as he replies.]

Well enough, thank you. And please, just call me Bruce.

[Being called with something as weird as 'champion' is just... well, weird.]

[mortalforged]

Bruce. [She tilts her head, giving him a small smile, polite and warm.] May I be of service?

6/16 (morning) - Morpheus

[theshadowkissed]

[Rose had meant to go talk to Morpheus a couple days ago, but she's been busy with the new greensworn and working off the anger she'd had roiling about inside her after the Ruby Sanctum get together. What better way to do that than scouting places out and killing demons? Thankfully, she only sustain mild injury in the process.

But once she knew she had better focus, she went in search of where the dragonmage was most likely sleeping. Whether in his elven form or scaly, Rose would give him a nudge to wake Morpheus up.]

Hey, wake up. I need to talk to you.

[mortalforged]

[Morpheus snorts awake, curled up beneath his moonlight-spotted cloak.]

... As I was saying, there is a certain precedence for... erm... what?

[The audience of whelps he had been entertaining are gone. Probably long gone. That leaves Rose, who looks like she wants to bother him. He makes an effort to sit up. He is successful, but he yawns.]

Rose! Hello. What is it?

[theshadowkissed]

How many hours a day do you sleep on average? [She shook her head a little.] But that's not why I wanted to talk to you.

[She sits down.]

I want to learn the elven language. Can you teach me or know someone who can?

6/20 morning | Zerigosa, please!

[hyanaimne]

[as self-sufficient as she is, and as used to roughing it as she is . . . there were some things that were a little more difficult than others. And since she was avoiding going into any of the villages - a "better safe than sorry" mentality coupled with her own paranoia regarding what she is - well . . . she does want to help out the dragonsworn anyway she can. And that means finally following through on an idea she had a while ago.

She reminds herself to be polite, chants it to herself and approaches Zerigosa, clearing her throat politely before speaking up]

My apologies if I am bothering you, but may we speak for a moment?

[mortalforged]

[Zeri doesn't look away from the arcane orb she's playing with.]

What do you need?

[Maybe it's disrespectful, but she's always been a little aloof. Tempest doesn't look like she's injured, so.]

[hyanaimne]

[she doesn't seem to mind; Tempest isn't known for her manners anyway, and she's been treated much worse]

I was wondering if there was a way to start a . . . ["garden" sounded so domestic, now that she was thinking about it, ugh] . . . a place where we could grow our own food. Either to eat, or to use for traps, rather than dealing with the villages who are not fond of us. Temporarily. Somewhere accessible to us, but from what I can tell it is not possible in here . . . yes?

7/04 afternoon | Morpheus please!

[heartstorage]

[So Sora's seen and done a lot of weird things in his short life. It comes with his job honestly. Even so, suddenly turning into a lion because he tried to call his weapon? Well, it wasn't the first time he had become a lion, but it was definitely still weird even to him]

[Fortunately, he managed to get himself back to human. Still, he's decided that it's just weird enough that maybe he should seek out some answers. And the dragon mage seemed to be the best person to do it. ]

Hey Morpheus! You awake?

[mortalforged]

[Morpheus snorts into wakefulness, sending his crown of tiny yellow birds scattering. There's a whelp snoozing in his lap like a comfortable cat, belly up, and it doesn't move.]

Huh? What?

[He yawns loudly, blinking blearily, and then his eyes focus on Sora.]

Oh! Hello again, hero! What do you need?

[heartstorage]

Heh, morning Morpheus!

[This guy... He likes Morpheus, but sometimes he wonders if he does anything but sleep. And coming from Sora of all people? That's saying something.]

There's something I wanna ask you.

[There's a slight awkward, because how in the world do you phrase this question]

The other day...I sorta...turned into a lion? [Yeah okay there's no way to make that sound not weird]

Is that something I should be worried about?