barrenschat | TEST DRIVE MEME;

[The Doctor's been all sorts of places, seen all sorts of species. He's been through innumerable wars, seen planets destroyed, and saved many, many more. So being enlisted into a strange war on a strange world is just another day in his life, right? Right.

a) After his arrival in the Amber Sanctum, the Doctor is experimenting with his new powers. Time Lords don't really have overt powers, as such; that sort of thing is entirely too flashy for his people. But, of course, the Doctor isn't exactly a typical Time Lord. He looks down at the lightning wreathing his hands, sparks crawling over the cuffs of his purple tweed jacket, and banishes them with a click of his fingers.

b) He's currently poking around Silverglen Retreat. Every so often, he pauses to touch something, and his eyes briefly go unfocused as the knowledge of that object's past is seared into his mind. That done, he moves on to chat with a bewildered-looking night elf or two or examine the architecture of the small village. While not as energetic as his immediate predecessor, it still seems like he manages to be everywhere and doing everything at once.

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amber sanctum;

[He's still on Azeroth, he knows that much. This place is familiar to him, in feeling if not in features. The sand here is unlike anything he's walked across before; it shifts as he gathers handfuls of it in his palm, the grains changing color and texture as they slip through his fingers. It is diaphanous and strange, at once ancient and fresh. He does not know why he's been brought here, but he knows that it's preserved him -- yet again -- from a more terrible fate. He strides across the sanctum, unhurried. He will find the answers, eventually.]

suramar;

[Koltira is a young elf. He was born late in the long history of his people, thousands of years past this point, thousands of years past when his banished ancestors sailed away from the broken ruins of Kalimdor. But he knows his history. He examines the broken columns of a noble's house, and thinks back to his lessons as a child. The stories were cautionary, yes, but prideful, too. His ancestors ruled night elf society; they lived with careless decadence, secure in their power and constantly hungry for more. His teachers said that this security was their undoing.

Again and again, it was their undoing.

He steps through the ruins, thinking. A distant relative could have lived here. Died in these streets.

Given what he knew of the noble classes, those relatives likely deserved it.]

[ PROMPT A: Emerald Sanctum ]
[ Today in the lush greenery that makes up most of the sanctum is a strange dragon that doesn't seem to match the others that roam the area. Translucent with varying shades of green and yellow, her scales glisten in the limited sunlight that manages to slip through the canopy of leaves overhead and give away her hiding place.

Which is rather unfortunate for her as she's currently involved in a tedious game of Hide and Seek. Whoever is hunting her down is sure to find her easy enough... but maybe you weren't her original playmate? ]

Aww, no way! Nowi's hiding spot was discovered so quickly!

[ PROMPT B: Outside Zin-Ashari ]
[ After several warnings about entering this beautiful city as a Dragonsworn, Nowi's chosen to neglect them in favor of stalking a shipment. As strange as it is to ride around on a cat, what's even weirder is they use them to pull carriages around and the one she's trailing right now?

Why it just happens to be filled to the brim with precious gemstones. What their purpose is remains unknown to Nowi (as she's unable to speak the language the Highborne use), but there's so many that they wouldn't miss one or two if she can just sneak in close enough.

Unfortunately, she sticks out in her bright pink and purple armor. At first, the two watchers who discover her are confused since her ears fall along the side of her head like many of the other Night Elves of their time, but once Nowi opens her mouth to address them? ]

Oops! I guess I'm not so good at playing pretend. [ Anyone nearby want to help a "little girl" from being attacked? Now's the chance to be a HERO. ]

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[watching u.]

[Raisa is no stranger to time travel, nor to the machinations of the Dragonflights - and she's certainly familiar with the Burning Legion. The denizens of Azeroth-that-was regard her with a suspicion above that which they normally give to the other Dragonsworn, because her hooved feet, tail, and horns bear a marked resemblance to the Eredar besieging their world.

a) She primarily keeps to the Emerald Sanctum because of this. The green dragonkin and her fellow Dragonsworn are the only ones who don't judge her, and although she'd experienced similar prejudices upon her initial arrival in Azeroth, most people back home have grown more adjusted to draenei since the Exodar's crash-landing. To be subject to it again is an unpleasant shock, and one she'd rather avoid. The Sanctum feels more welcoming; while she's not a druid, shaman are still close to the rhythms of life and growing things, and she's at home amongst the plant life there.

b) Outside the Sanctum [specify your own location], Raisa spends much of her time in the shaman's ghost wolf form, roaming the wilds of Azeroth. She's difficult to see as a translucent blue wolf, and that's the way she prefers it. Still, a keen observer might be able to spot the outline of her form - or the faint sparks of electricity that surround her.]

sapphire sanctum;

[ An icy home for an icy witch, Sarah supposes, is the only suitable fate left to her, though that she would find it also filled with dragons, other people, and on an entirely different world was not something she could have anticipated. She'll take it in stride, however, as she eases back into the idea of still being alive.

Alive and alone, while Luc was-- ]

They should have saved him instead...

[ Not her. He should be on this world while she was left dead. That is what she says quietly to herself as she stands at the edge of an overlook within the sanctum, lost in her own thoughts as she considered this new, fairly unwelcome situation. ]

anywhere (except other sanctums);

[ For now, Sarah's own homegrown teleport spell reaches much, much farther than what the locals use, with much less of being tied to any particular city or place.

Although blind jumps with it are hardly a good idea, but she needed to get out somewhere and the excuse to test out the limits of her reach here is as good as any other. She appears as if stepping out of the air, only a flash of light announcing her arrival, showing up near villages, the abandoned and ruined cities, the forests, wherever she might go that had seemed relatively harmless upon the maps back at the sanctum.

Unfortunately, such a spell is also not without a price. This all only drives her to exhaustion. Once she steps free of her initial point of emergence, it's only to stumble and collapse to her knees, grass and dirt coming to stain her dress as she lands, not quite fast enough to catch herself with the staff she has in hand. ]

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Man, it feels like someone is always watching me no matter where I hide!

[ Poking her dragon head out of a bush. ] Hello~ Is anyone there?

[Someone is there. Ysera's curled up on her perch, her massive, ethereal form taking up the whole of a grassy mesa. She can observe the whole of the sanctum from here, and much else besides. Her voice is deep, melodic, and resonant; she is both telepathic and audible, though her mouth does not move.]

Yes, child. Nearly always.

[ He doesn't walk these haunted streets alone, a fact that might be made known by an unnatural glimmer of light that might be seen out of the corner of an eye or illuminated against a not so distant ruin. While Koltira is walking through the past of his own world, Sarah is touring her new one.

Her footsteps make little sound, though the telltale click of a staff against stone will make up for that, as she walks out of whatever she'd teleported into to stop in one of what, she assumes, must have been a street at some point.

She doesn't immediately notice anyone else being there, instead frowning at rubble that blocks the way she came out looking at. ]

Hmm. I should have aimed for something higher after all.

( Option A; Ruby Sanctum )

[ It didn't take long for Terra to become accustomed to her surroundings. Though she's never really been around dragons terribly much, there was something about these giants that felt comfortable and familiar to her. Beings of powerful magic, as far as she could tell, and ones that didn't want to hurt her or much of anything around them. Though she was much smaller, never once since her arrival did she feel threatened. If anything, she's already felt more at home here than she has almost anywhere else.

The fact that her magic was still in her control was a nice bonus.

It doesn't take her long to find a small group of whelplings, and Terra finds herself attached to them almost instantly. They remind her of the orphans of Mobliz, though these little ones clearly have family that cares for them. She laughs as one decides to make its home on top of her head, a little puff of smoke expelling from its nostrils as it does. ]

Just try not to singe my hair, okay?

( Option B; Silverglen Retreat )

[ She had been told that this was the safest place to go outside of the Sanctum, if she wanted to go to one of the settlements. Others would either kill or capture her on sight, and the last thing Terra wanted to do in this new place was to get into a fight just for her own safety. She'll fight in a war if she's needed, but she wasn't about to go out and find it.

The elves were wary of her, that much she could tell. Though she wanted nothing more than to speak with a few of them, to learn from beings other than the dragons what was taking place, few would speak with her for more than a few moments. One such elf had just left her presence before she let out a long sigh and found a low bench to sit on. She'll just have to... watch, then. ]

[Koltira turns on his heel. He doesn't immediately draw Byfrost -- he's got some sense of decorum -- but he's wary. Humans are not supposed to be here.

Of course, he isn't supposed to be here, either.]

Your name.

[ While many of the other beings in the sanctum are busy flickering in and out of current time, there's this guy who approaches with a boisterous laugh. He's very entertained over the situation or perhaps a bit impressed they were able to succeed. ]

Welcome, welcome. [ With this dismissive attitude, he should leave the introductions to the Dragon Mage associated with their flight. ] You are one of particular interessst.

Have you familiarized yourssself with Azeroth yet, Hero?

[ His voice has her turning just as quickly and a drawn out silence follows his demand.

She's weighing the pros and cons of giving him anything at all, but at the end of her quiet observation of him, she sees no point in picking a potential fight over something so pointless. What should it matter here, she wonders, in a world that does not know her? ]

Sarah. And yours?

[I'm too old for this. was not an uncommon thought for Valamia. In fact it was often a passing thought ever since the crash. There's been more then one time she's wondered if the planet was always prone to such strangeness or not. Given the present situation, she was inclined to think it was always a strange world.

A) Emerald Sanctum.
Inside the sanctum, Valamia is intent on resting against one of the large trees, using it back support as she tries to be comfortable. However the ground and trees are only comfortable for so long against old bones. She's no stranger to people acting different around Draenei or even those who think shamanism is a bit weird. That's why she's being a bit reclusive at the moment. She's got a bit of pondering to do. She may have her arms crossed and from a distance, not look too approachable. For someone whose willing to approach her it's easier to see the grin she has.

B) Silverglen Retreat
Truthfully, she isn't sure how much she loves villages. The retreat is another moment where she isn't too sure what to think. It isn't anything to bring up in conversation. Not in her opinion that is. It leaves her walking through the area, her eyes constantly shifting around. She wants to take interest in the area. She truly does. But the way her brows start to furrow together are a sign that she's either troubled, frustrated or a Draenei whose starting to get very lost in thought. Perhaps someone might want to remind her to pay attention to where she's walking]

a) sapphire sanctum;

[she's no stranger to being at the universe's whims; it's almost a joke to her now, a guessing game of what sort of situation she'll be tossed into next. She has to wonder if she'd done something in a previous life to deserve being the at the mercy of whomever or whatever ruled over all. They called it karma, didn't it? Something like that, anyway, and she'd built up far too much of it.

That doesn't mean she's very happy about it. Nor is she happy about being in an icy, cold place again.

Her expression is exasperated, an accepting anger as she proceeds to look around. She doesn't greet anyone, per say, but those she walks by can hear her muttering under her breath, a curse here, a curious hum there, and the occassional:]

Just what have I gotten into this time, I wonder . . .

b) anywhere else (choose your location);

[she doesn't spend too long in the sapphire sanctum, though; she's a traveler, has been for far too many years to allow herself to stay in one place, and so she heads out to explore.

She keeps her hood up, hiding her half-elven heritage, and her hand is, more often than not, firmly rested on the hilt of her sword. She isn't taking any chances with anyone or anything in this new world, nor is she going to allow herself to get into any unwanted trouble . . . at least for now]

[The sanctum is wreaking havoc with his sense of time - or maybe it's the fact that he's in a different dimension entirely - or maybe it's both. Who knows? And this guy...well, if Jack hurts to look at because he's a fixed point in time, then the being in front of him is his polar opposite. He's like nothing the Doctor's ever seen before, and that is a feat that doesn't occur often. Either way, the Doctor has to shake his head to clear it before he speaks.]

Can't say I'm quite familiar with it yet, no, since I haven't been outside this Sanctum of yours - lovely place, though, love what you've done with the landscaping. Very, um, minimalist in a Saharan sort of way, I suppose. With a touch of Dali - well, no, that would have melting clocks, not hourglasses-

Anyway, Azeroth. Never heard of it before, and that's pretty unlikely, all things considered. 'Course, so is pulling me out of a temporally shielded ship and into an entirely different dimension, so I reckon today's a day for all sorts of new things. [He claps his hands together and rubs them excitedly; rather than being daunted by the prospect, he seems rather enthusiastic about it.]

[He takes a step towards her. Though his undeath quelled his hunger for magic, he can still sense it, same as any elf, and it radiates from this woman. A mage?]

Koltira Deathweaver. You're far from home, human.

[His eyes are cold fire. They give nothing away.]

[ The soil still seems the same under Halola'ni's feet, the air still smells the same... It's enough confirmation for her that she hasn't moved too much from her home planet, which she's very grateful for. Still, being in another war so soon after the one in Durotar didn't sit too well with her. But, maybe she'd be alright. She just had to think that she would make it out of here alive.

A) So, after she's settled in to the Ruby Sanctum, her pinkies go inside of her mouth to call her companion. With a familiar growl, her pet tiger Nelina comes prowling out of the shadows as she brushes against her mistress' leg. Halola'ni smiles and carefully kneels down to pet her companion.

Those around, you can expect her to be dressed in a set of green and black armor with a bow strapped to her back. Around her eyes is a pair of goggles with her ears having a set of wires woven in to her earrings, connecting to the goggles she's wearing. Finally, her green hair is covered with small trinkets woven in.

B) Somehow, she managed to wander to the Gurubashi Empire with her faithful tiger. Thankfully, they're jungle trolls just like she was, so she feels a little bit better being surrounded by her own kind (for the most part, even if she was a Shatterspear.) She'll wander around the tribe, being led by her pet here and there, and if that fails, then well... the sonic pulses to her ears will help her navigate around. ]

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Bariyan hadn't done a very good job of trying to acclimate to this new world and had, instead, seized the first opportunity presented to book it out of his sanctum and into the brave new world outside. Brave, new, and free.

And also, as it turns out, full of spiders.

The Nerubians hadn't taken too kindly to his intrusion into Azjol-Nerub, despite the fact that he meant them neither offense nor harm (on account of not knowing that they would be there, or that they even existed). He'd spotted the tunnels and shown an commendable amount of self-preservation instinct by avoiding them, but his footsteps still made waves into the kingdom below, and eventually an ambassador was sent to meet him. By exploding out of the ground at his feet and screeching.

Bariyan is not pleased.

He manages to elbow it hard in its head as it emerges, which gives him just enough time to scramble back and away -- but he's far too surprised to do anything else. On the other hand, the Nerubian is barely fazed by Bariyan's hit, and is lunging after him before he's even got a chance to swear at it.

[Somewhere in between her looking off, Sarah will find easily the largest dragon in the sanctum pacing its length with his ethereal wings folded tightly to his body.

He does spot one of his new recruits looking lost up on a rise, which gets him to stop and appraise her with what can only be described as a frown across his scaly brow.]

Mortal. Should you not be mingling with the others below?

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[ Most definitely a mage. Her magic has been with her all her life and it's hardly suppressed in a land like this, even so far from her own world. ]

Very far. [ Her grip on her staff tightens as he steps closer. The closer he is, the more detail she sees, the more uncertain she is that what she is addressing is alive, much less actually friendly (or, at least, neutral). ] This city. Were you from it?

[ Perhaps a creature that now haunts it... ]

[The Spellweaver is still adjusting to having others in his sanctum that are not what is left of his flight. The Sapphire Sanctum had been quiet, and now was suddenly bursting with activity -- which is enough to make an old man a bit grouchy even on a good day.

He hasn't taken his dragon form often, but he's felt the need to make sure his new Dragonsworn knew exactly who's good graces they needed to be in.

Malygos seems to simply materialize in the sky over Tempest, gliding toward his destination without looking down.]

It is not you who has gotten yourself into anything, mortal.

[her immediate reaction is to call up a fire spell and draw her sword, but she just barely stops herself; her experience in another world with dragons, nice ones even, is what has her resisting. Instead, she looks up, watching the dragon glide with raised eyebrows.

She reminds herself to mind her manners. It wouldn't do to be stepped on, or . . . any other numerous things a dragon could do to her]

Well, that is certainly a relief. [sarcasm, however, is still fair game] Greetings.

[ It takes all the effort she can muster not to shrink away from the dragon. Large monsters and other such beasts like this were hardly uncommon back home, but those would never exactly stop and address her.

This is much different.

Sarah will look away, though it's more to look towards those Malygos means down below and not to avoid looking at him. ]

Mingling? [ With those people? ] No. I do not think I would have much to contribute in that respect.

By this point, Koltira has a grasp on the situation. His world -- or rather, some version of his world -- is overrun with foreigners. The timeways are damaged, apparently beyond Nozdormu's power to repair, and the flights are in flux. As he wanders the land of his world's distant past, he wonders how what transpires here will affect Azeroth's future. Or if this world will have a future at all.

He's distracted by this troubling thought when he comes across a nerubian lunging for an apparently unarmed target.

One thing Koltira does know: the denizens of Azjol'Nerub are a blight and a curse. He draws his sword and levels it at the creature. The runes etched on Byfrost's blade shimmer with frost, and chains encircle all eight of the nerubian's long, spindly legs, locking him down to the earth.

TEST DRIVE MEME;

the Eleventh Doctor | Doctor Who | Bronze Dragonflight

koltira deathweaver | warcraft | bronzesworn

nowi ✿ fire emblem: awakening ✿ green dragonflight

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Raisa | WoW OC | Green Dragonflight

sarah | suikoden iii | bluesworn

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Terra Branford | Final Fantasy 6 | Red Dragonflight

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Valamia | WoW OC | Green Dragonflight

Tempest | OC | Bluesworn

HELLO TIMEY-WIMEY BRO

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Halola'ni | World of Warcraft (OC) | Red Dragonflight

bariyan e kodhi | original | black dragonflight

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