TEST DRIVE MEME;

[modforged]

➥ Comment with a character you'd like to use in the setting of Warforged (character/canon in subject line).
➥ For the purposes of the meme, you may choose the flight you feel best fits your character.
➥ These threads may be used in place of your FIRST PERSON SAMPLE on your application!! Yay!!!
➥ Be sure to provide a location of some kind if you are not using the dragon sanctums!
➥ Don't forget, different colored flights CANNOT ENTER one another's sanctums without being attacked!
➥ Tag around! Have fun! WE LOOK FORWARD TO HAVING YOU!

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raiden | metal gear rising | black dragonflight

[jackisback]

zin-ashari outskirts;

[His sword cuts through waves of imps as if they were made from butter, slicing the small creatures into half a dozen pieces in the blink of an eye. But the road to Zin-Ashari is thick with demons and the gibbering and shrieking of the excitable imps is drawing more attention than is wise, or possible, for one person to handle alone. Will you assist?]

[hymnals]

[Adra's startled -- he takes an involuntary step back, and his hand flutters up to his chest. One of his people? But, there's something strange about him.]

I'm just a little confused, that's all.

[hyanaimne]

You and your children have my respect, even if I run my mouth a bit. [you didn't disrespect dragons, unless you wanted to be eaten. That was just common sense to her]

Might I ask your name?

[hyanaimne]

It has, I am just not very happy with it.

[one day, she'd end up somewhere that wasn't in the midst of war, and didn't want her playing soldier. Big dreams, there]

Clef | Magic Knight Rayearth | Blue Dragonflight

[gurus]

[a. outside the sanctums, in the forest]

[Clef already misses the green forests of his home. Though it's miles away, he thinks he can smell some of the smoke from the burning forest. This is definitely a wartorn world, worse than anything Cephiro ever saw before. Maybe going outside was a mistake.

Still, he wants to get to see this place, and any kind of scrying is beyond him. He's felt strange and weak ever since waking up here, his powers refusing to obey him save for a couple of new ones. It makes sense; he's in a different world, and his life force and magic is directly linked to that of Cephiro.

But he still wishes it could be different, if only so he wouldn't feel so damn alien.

Feeling distinctly like he's too old for this shit, he shuffles along through the trees, not much larger than a sapling himself. For now. One might wonder what a five foot tall kid is doing wandering around by himself.]

[b. in the sapphire sanctum]

[Well, crystals he's used to. Having found a nice spot between two giant stalagmites, Clef takes some time to play with the new powers he's discovered. What are those strange lines? He reaches out to touch one...

... and the resulting torrent of ice freezes his entire right sleeve.]

Well, that's inconvenient.

Lucifer | Shin Megami Tensei | Black Dragonflight

[individualist]

A. [Obsidian Sanctum]

[Well, not necessarily how he expected his day to start, but where's the fun in the expected? Lucifer can be found doing what he always does; observing. He takes in every detail he can about his surroundings, committing what he deems important to memory, keeping to himself.

Once there's nothing left to simply gain from observing however, he turns to a more direct approach. Talking was always his thing anyway.]

Hello there. [Yes, you.] Do you know anything about this place? I've only just arrived, you see...

B. [Zin-Ashari]

[Except he's far more interested in looking into the demons of this world than he is helping to fight them. The casual way he explores the area probably seems strange, all things considered. Anything unfortunate enough to try and get in his way is dealt with quickly, be they frozen and shattered or sliced apart by sudden gales. Maybe this guy's some kind of sorcerer?]

[mortalforged]

[The whelp sniffs her hands, then nuzzles into her. A short distance away, the night elf snorts into wakefulness.]

... and that, my children, is how... uh... where was I?

[He straightens when he sees the draenei, and moves to pick up the whelps as he goes. One of them gnaws on his long, pierced ears. He doesn't seem to notice.]

Hello there, stranger. I see you've found one of the naughtier ones.

B!

[jackisback]

[It's futile of him to try and hide his body from the people in Silverglen Retreat. There's only so much a cloak can hide and his bulging synthetic calves and clawed metal feet make him quite the attention magnet. Most of the civilians here are far too polite to even stare for very long, let alone say anything, but Raiden keeps his hood pulled down over his eyes to block them all out.

He's too busy brooding and so convinced people will make way for him that he doesn't bother to look where he's going and charges straight into Tempest's back.

Reflexively, he jumps back and lands in a crouch several feet away, one hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword. With the other he grabs the cloak and rips it from his shoulders, flinging it into the air! ]

[mortalforged]

[Krasus really needs to stop sneaking up on people. He just about gave this kid a heart attack.]

I will lend you an ear if you'd like. [A small tilt of his head.] It is the least I can do for you, dragonsworn.

Re: B!

[hyanaimne]

[on reflex, Tempest stumbles forward, a hand falling to the hilt of her sword as she turns around. Upon seeing Raiden, though, she just rolls her eyes and reaches up to fix her hood instead. Was he serious? Didn't he bump into her?

Her tone is dry and deadpanned when she finally speaks up]

If you are going to attack, do make it quick. I would hate to draw more attention than you already have.

[faultline]

No.

[ another short answer. her curt responses aren't a reflection on lady, though. there just isn't much else to say. that answers two of the three questions, anyway; the other she prefers to leave hanging, for now. ]

... We are all new here, I think. [ said at length, after more time spent walking through the woods. riven has no idea of the exact time that's passed, but it isn't much. ]

[sadsack]

"I've learned my lesson about that," Bariyan says, bitterly.

He only starts moving after Koltira's several steps away, climbing back down, staring at the nerubian's corpse the whole while. He hesitates once he's back on the ground. He wants to go investigate, to stare in fascinated horror, but he remembers how quickly the thing had sprung at him. Better to move on, before more arrive.

So he hurries after Koltira.

"Where are you going?"

A.

[mortalforged]

[The one Lucifer finds is, thankfully, the one with the most answers. He seems little more than a tall, lanky shadow due to his long black robes. He casually folds his pale hands in front of him, smiling politely, like he has a secret.]

Ah, yes! Welcome to our home, dragonsworn. I'm sure you have many questions. I am very busy, but I have time for a question or two.

What is it you wish to know?

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan grabs Koltira by the shoulders and makes a weak attempt at shaking him. ]

You take that back! Some singing and hand-holding would do your soul good, besides. Have you ever even visited?

[individualist]

My thanks. I'll try not to keep you long.

[He dips his head in greeting. The situation of being the one asking for answers instead of having them all is strange though.]

There was some talk of fighting; what exactly is the enemy?

[faultline]

I didn't want to assume.

[ not all parents are so happy with their offspring. she wonders how accurate the always is, or what technicality ends up making it the truth. too forward, though. instead, she bows stiffly; some habits she has never broken. ]

You will find no disappointment here. [ pleasing deathwing is far from a priority, threat of being eaten aside, but for the time being it doesn't hurt her to keep it in mind. ]

[anybody]

[ She's alright with the short answers - they're answers, after all, so she is happy to have them, short or not. But Lady's curiosity does get her to think of a few more questions to pile on, though. ]

So... they need our help? They summoned people here to help them get along and fight a war against demons? [ The concept is still taking some time to sink in, it appears. ] I wonder if there's something they really want me to do, or if they chose at random. But you're a fighter, right? You can help fight alongside the dragons?

[cursedvision]

[Aezuran pins his ears back a bit, making a slight growly sound. Turning his head towards the voice, the Sight is indicating that the elf isn't demonic, so that takes a bit of the edge off. The wispy, grayscale world the large elf lived in was blurred and flickering - but at least enemies shined like beacons.]

I'm not... pleased.

[He speaks slowly, as if he has to remember the words, and his voice is very deep.]

[mortalforged]

[Surion echoes the gesture.]

If it was simply a matter of 'the enemy', there would be no need for dragonsworn. As it is, we're being besieged by the Burning Legion and hostility from the other dragonflights. That is why our sanctuaries are so tightly-guarded.

The Burning Legion is an endless army of conquered races under the command of Sargeras. They go from planet to planet, infecting and destroying everything, and they enslave the survivors. This time, they've chosen not only Azeroth but your world as well. If we can force them to retreat then both our worlds will prevail and we'll gladly send you home.

If not...

[He shrugs.]

I suppose you could be a commander in the infernal army, or somesuch.

[mortalforged]

[He frowns a bit, crossing his arms.]

Is it the general situation with the war, or some problem with your food... shelter... something like that?

[cursedvision]

[Congratulations, you have spawned a night elf! Swirling out of the treetops to cut down imps with green-flaming dual glaives, the mountain of an elf is more than happy to kill demons, helping someone or not. ]

[cursedvision]

...the first.

[He swings down from the branch, landing easily on the green moss.]

It is strange.

[Time, place, goal - everything had changed suddenly, and while he was used to surprises, this was a big one.]

[individualist]

[Well, so far it sounds like a standard setup of what he's used to. Some parts were off, mostly the infection thing, but if it weren't for that coupled with the fact Sargeras is an entirely foreign name to him, he'd swear that's just another of God's avatars running amok in the name of order.

In fact, he's still not entirely convinced. But he'd see in time.]

Beset from all sides...[A nod. Some of it he recalls hearing before he arrived, although it was much more vague that time.]

And will my own powers be returned to me? I'd be much more useful with them.

[He's very set on reclaiming his own ones, yes. Not being in a position that would allow him to do anything about them being altered - as terrible as it felt - here he is forced to remain patient. Fortunately he's got a lot of practice.]

(b) because he'd get kicked out of the sanctum in five seconds

[goner]

[War? Sure. War was good! He was completely on board with the idea of fighting a war if it meant he could kill things; hell, he wouldn't discriminate. If you obliterate both sides, not only does it solve the current war, but any chance for future wars as well!

Not that he genuinely bought into that reasoning beyond his nihilistic outlook. He had no intention of doing the wrong things for the right reasons, just the wrong things for the wrong reasons.

But any potential plans for the future could wait. He'd have to build up his strength before he could start doing some real damage, gather up enough strength to take on those dragons - or acquire more if his own wasn't sufficient. But the real reason he's neglected that line of thinking is very simple - there's a face he recognizes not too far from here that he's all too delighted to see.

The trademark cackle announces his presence long before he says anything.]

Well, well, well! Maybe this'll sate your thirst for bloodshed better than the last war you were in, hm, witch?

[Of course he knows she's not here by choice. Neither is he.]

Seviilia Brightwing || Warcraft (OC) || Blacksworn

[miscreant]

Obsidian Sanctum

[The sweltering heat of the lava pools is enough to give the Death Knight a severe headache -- not simply due to the temperature contrast, but the amount of hatred she can feel so keenly in the air. She is making haste for any kind of exit before she is forced to interact with any further dragonkin -- or before Deathwing happens to spot her.

Out of the heat and into the fire. Typical.]

The Forests of Kalimdor

[It wasn't hard to determine where the city of Suramar began, with the increase of demonic presence in the surrounding forests. Already she's had to eliminate Felhounds twice the size she is used to, and its testing the limits of her temper.

Its only a matter of time before someone notices the trail of decay in her wake whenever she fights off one of those monsters -- but for the time being, it is preferable to the company if Deathwing and his flight.]