Set title to: "The Redsworn Diplomat"

[seesbosscrotch]

Who: Maridian and OPEN
What: The Blood Knight decides to go greet random members of the other Flights, to the best of his ability! (But other Redsworn can show up too.)
Where: The wide wide world outside of the Sanctums
When: The 16th
Warnings: Mar is nuts.


If Mar had learned anything in his time as a Blood Knight, crusading across Azeroth and the shattered ruins that were once Draenor to vanquish foes and triumph over the forces of evil and darkness, it was that no place in the cosmos had goofier armor than Outland.

But if he'd learned a second thing, it was that if you divide people up by faction, they would invariably start fighting. With the Legion stomping around being the Legion, with all the subtlety of a Forsaken alchemist with a grudge against biological processes and no internal monogue, such interflight warfare would only sabotage the greater goal of slapping around demons like a training dummy the day after the portal to the Firelands opened.

On that profoundly insane pair of notes, the paladin set out of the Ruby Sanctum on foot and hating every non-mounted step of the way, searching for fellow Dragonsworn. Despite his armor and weapons, he bellowed out a mighty greetings and lifted a hand in peaceful intent to any he saw, intending to approach them.

Comments

[yugo]

There's some guy who looks like a heavily-armored Cra greeting him loudly and energetically. Yugo gives him a weird look, and then he simply disappears.

He reappears out of a portal just a few feet away, popping back up onto his feet like nothing happened. "Are you trying to make sure everyone can hear you from miles away? I think it's working."

[seesbosscrotch]

"I do have a great deal of practice at yelling," Mar said proudly, apparently believing the statement was intended as praise. "Thank you for noticing! I am, indeed, seeking out other Dragonsworn out here, and it's very hard to do that properly when they're not aware of my presence."

[yugo]

Yugo is used to traveling with a pretty crazy paladin, so it works. "I'm a Dragonsworn. Do you need help?" Because he is nothing if not the kid who helps get giant cats out of trees.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Hail, Dragonsworn!" he said quite unnecessarily, slapping his right fist to his chest. "I am Maridian, Blood Knight Master in service to Alexstraza and the Red Dragonflight. I'm seeking to establish diplomatic ties with the other Flights, in the hopes of our eventual victory!"

[yugo]

His unnecessary greeting made Yugo lean back a little bit. Clearly this guy was a little unhinged, but Yugo wasn't really one to judge. "Uh... okay." Yugo wasn't much of a diplomat. He'd tried, of course, but in the end he was thirteen and too short to be taken seriously.

In the end, he decided to play along. He echoed the salute. "Greetings, Maridian! I'm Yugo, an Eliatrope sworn to the Blue Dragonflight. When you mean victory, do you mean your flight's victory or everyone's?"

[seesbosscrotch]

Maridian frowned, Yugo's words having confirmed his fears. "The fact that you even needed to ask that is exactly why I'm doing this. If the Burning Legion wins, we all lose, and if they lose, we all win. That's what's most important."

[yugo]

Yugo nodded. "I know! That's what I keep saying, too, but it's hard for people to believe it." He wasn't really sure what evidence they needed. They would have to work together, especially the blue flight; there were only a handful of dragons and an even smaller number of dragonsworn. There was no way they could win a war by themselves.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Of course. There are strong motivations for people to fight amongst themselves, or rather, between Flights. The problem is that the big one not to isn't direct and screamingly obvious, and no others exist. It's a problem we've dealt with for years."

Worst, once it got started it proved impossible to stop. Better to make sure it never started, if he could.

[yugo]

Yugo tilted his head, not sure he was following. "For years?" He had no idea they'd been at this for that long. He thought they'd only been taking in Dragonsworn for a couple weeks-- he hadn't met anyone in his flight who was from Azeroth, natively, except the dragons.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Azeroth, or at least the Azeroth I'm from, has been mixed up in a brawl between the Horde and the Alliance for years upon years now. It's a long story and a fairly twisted one, and the truth is, the Burning Legion is pretty much directly responsible for it." Though the Legion carried little culpability for its continuation, after all these years.

[yugo]

"Horde? Alliance?" This was like a different language to Yugo. "So you're saying the Burning Legion basically started a war that's... still going?"

[seesbosscrotch]

Mar nodded, a frown on his usually cheerful features. "It's very complicated and comprises years of history, but that isn't a very inaccurate statement at all."

[yugo]

"That sounds awful. Why would people fight that long? Don't they get tired of it?" Honestly, he was surprised there was even anything left.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Some people just plain don't. Some fight to defend their homelands, their values, their pride, or their honor. Some fight out of hatred and revenge. I think the last one carries the war on more than anything else..."

Sometimes, so was Mar. But some things had fallen to ruin and some things had started on their recovery. Time passed. Life went on.