[center][b][u][color=#BD0000][h2]Dragonheart[/h2][/color][/u][/b][/center]

[center][b]- The Skies of Kazimierz -[/b][/center]

Dragonheart was fast asleep aboard Raven Three.
For a lot of people, it might be difficult to do something like this; what if an enemy attacked? What if Raven Three crashed?
What if anything bad at all happened?

Well, if anything bad [i]did[/i] happen, Dragonheart would probably be woken up, but the fact of the matter was, he didn't know how long it would be until he was able to get any sleep again. It was much better to rest now, while he could, in case he had to spend the next few days sleepless.
If you're curious about what kind of dreams the half-Sarkaz, half-Draco might be having, the answer is disappointing;
He was dreaming about sitting in a cafe in Londinium, enjoying his time with a nice few donuts and a fresh cup of coffee. The dream [i]felt[/i] warm, and cozy, but there was a certain longing hidden behind it all.

His slumbering reverie was torn away from him when the turbulence hit the VTOL. His eyes shot open, and his hand was already on the hilt of his sword by the time he was looking properly around.
"[color=aba000]It's following us![/color]"
Whatever [i]it[/i] was, it wasn't good. The entirety of Raven Three felt like it was going to be wrenched apart by the giant hands of some colossal beast, and for Dragonheart, it practically felt like they'd flown straight into a Catastrophe. He got to his feet, gripping one of the support handles that lined the interior of the VTOL, and went to check on the situation that the poor pilots found themselves in. As soon as he took a step towards them, something massive exploded through the hull. It was massive-no, to describe it as massive was still an understatement. It tore through the hull like some sort of missile, and Dragonheart had to shield his face from the smaller pieces of whatever it was that broke off upon impact.

Once he thought it was 'safe'-as safe as safe could be in an aircraft that had been hit by.. whatever it was, he dropped the arms that were covering his face and stared at the destruction before him. It was gigantic, and, Dragonheart realised, it was a chunk of Originium.
Whatever was going on here, it definitely wasn't a normal storm. The idea of a giant monster trying to rip Raven Three apart seemed more likely than he'd expected. He caught the voice of his leader, a Kuranta woman with blue hair, over the screeching of alarms and the screaming of the other people aboard. He couldn't hear anything she'd said aside from 'evacuation', and that was enough for him. In a few moments, parachutes were being issued to the remaining people that were onboard. Of particular note was a fellow Infected, a Caster Operator known as [b][u]Will-O-Wisp[/u][/b]. She was probably younger than him, but that didn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things.
The next few moments were a whirlwind of fear, action, and even more fear. The wind on Dragonheart's face as he fell through the sky was a familiar feeling, and he was vaguely aware of [b][u]Will-O-Wisp's[/u][/b] presence falling alongside him.
It was a dangerous thing, to leap from an aircraft in the middle of a storm, but the alternative was worse. Midair, he turned to look up at Raven Three, but couldn't see anything through the storm that assaulted it.
He couldn't see any[i]one[/i] either. Nobody was following them, not even their leader. He did, however, catch sight of [b][u]Will-O-Wisp[/u][/b], and was torn- on one hand, company was always great; on the other hand, it might've mean another mouth to feed, which could complicate any long-term survival plans he had.

He swung his body back around to face the earth beneath them and became acutely aware of the forest below. He waited until the air was calmer and the storm was far above them before opening his parachute, making sure to call out to his fellow Operator to do the same. He glanced around, wondering if there were any other survivors from Raven One or Two, but he couldn't make them out. He could see Raven One taking a nosedive further past the forest that he and [b][u]Will-O-Wisp[/u][/b] were landing in, but that didn't guarantee anyone would survive. He turned his attention to his more immediate surroundings, and noticed two distinct features of the terrain- first, he could make out what appeared to be an old, dilapidated church to the south, and to the north was what appeared to be a large lake.
However, something immediately put him off about it. Was the water there pitch-black, or was it just his eyes playing tricks on him?

As they got lower and lower to the woods, he called out to [b][u]Will-O-Wisp[/u][/b] to brace herself. He pulled his legs up to cover his torso, and when he hit the trees, he did so hard. Bark scratched at his clothes, a few sharp ends of what should've been the canopy jabbed him through his outfit, and he was jostled almost painfully when the parachute came to an abrupt stop upon getting caught.
It felt like he'd been in a one-man car crash.

[center][b]- The Old Woods -[/b][/center]

Dragonheart gritted his teeth and unbuckled himself from his parachute, dropping to the ground with a rather loud thud that hurt his ankles. It was dark in this forest- the canopy was making it more than a little hard to see, but what he could see wasn't normal. The trees surrounding them were.. dead? They had absolutely no leaves to speak of, but they made up for it by the thickness of the wood and the sheer amount of trees. It was a miracle that they hadn't hit the canopy like it was the ground and died then and there. That said, these woods would certainly provide plenty of wood for campfires if he had to make any.

However, there was more for him to think about;
In his mind, he was weighing up whether they should go and investigate the crash-site of Raven One, or head straight to Riventor. Any surviving members of Haynek Institute's taskforces would probably be heading there first, so it made sense as a rendezvous point.
That said..
If that storm wasn't a storm at all, then it made sense that the place nearby with the most population would also be the place where whoever conjured it resided.. or [i]whatever[/i] conjured it. While they [i]could[/i] go in blind and hope it was just a normal settlement, Dragonheart figured it might be better to wait for any survivors to show up before heading in.

Of course, that implied that there [i]were[/i] any survivors in the first place, or that they'd pass through these woods, and he wasn't sure that that was the case.
He shouldn't be making any plans on his own, anyway. Admittedly, he'd forgotten that he wasn't flying solo this time around, and had been so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he'd forgotten that [b][u]Will-O-Wisp[/u][/b] was even there with him.

So, there were now three options; look for survivors, wait here for survivors, or head into Riventor by themselves. That said, perhaps there were more important questions to ask first.
He turned to look over at [b][u]Will-O-Wisp[/u][/b] and gave his Vulpo companion a faint smile.
[color=#BD0000]"Are you okay?"[/color]