[OPEN] The Redsworn Reception

[guerriera]

Who: The Redsworn of Ruby Sanctum + Guests [OPEN TO ALL FLIGHTS]
What: Carolina The Redsworn have invited everyone to dinner! Let's see how well diplomatic relations between the flights can be improved, eh?
Where: The Ruby Sanctum
When: Forward dated to 6th June.
Warnings: Fires, food poisoning cooking for all, shenanigans, possible bad language.
OOC: Come gets some cross-flight CR! c: Some setting options below the cut, or go ahead and make your own.


A: COOKING FIRE SHENANIGANS

Feeling peckish? Have a delivery to make? Or just want to try your own hand at serving up some grub? The Redsworn's usual cooking area has been expanded for the evening, with two extra firepits dug out to cater for additional mouths. Over one fire burns the now "traditional" starter meat of bear flank, something any newly sworn (red or otherwise) will have the pleasure of sampling first. There's also several baskets of berries, fruit and vegetables, while a pot obtained in trade from Silverglen bubbles merrily.

B: FIRESIDE MINGLE

The redsworn of the Ruby Sanctum have claimed a corner of their own beneath one of the larger trees. There's a smaller fire here set for warmth and ambience, and have logs set about for seating for those who don't like perching on rocks or roots, or don't find the comfy grass comfy - park yourself and have a chat!

C: OPEN/MISC.

Choose Your Own Adventure! Just remember: wander alone at your own risk, non-redsworn, for the Red Dragonflight will have their eye on you.

Comments

[guerriera]

Must be nice to have that option.

Do the Blue Flight allow you to freedom to choose the same thing?

[guerriera]

[ He'll have to have a very good reason to make a second visit, and find someone gullable willing to escort him in - Carolina's not likely to make a second open access offer if this particular outing doesn't pan out. ]

It's why we were brought here. [headtilt] Or does your flight have different intentions for you?

[guerriera]

Hmm. [consider it done]

People you met during that last war you mentioned?

[Someone he has to find, huh. Assuming she wasn't dead back home (even if that didn't seem likely, if she was honest) there were people and things she needed to find herself.]

Given that they can't send us back directly on request right now, perhaps when things are more settled, they'll know what they're doing - or how others who appeared left without warning.

[wilder]

Something like that.

[Easiest explanation, anyway. But that gives him a definite frown]

I don't mind finding out where the ones who left went, but...trying to get back just cause we don't wanna be here has a chance of not ending well.

[lightningbearer]

Is it?

I couldn't say. No one's stopped me from going to do things on my own, at least.

*of course, even if he were given direct orders, whether he'd follow them depended entirely on whether he wanted to*

[lightningbearer]

You speak for your entire flight, then?

[lightningbearer]

And?

*said in a tone with just the right amount of "no shit, Sherlock" implied*

[lightningbearer]

Working with someone isn't the same as supporting them at all times in all ways. If continuing a conflict does none of us any good, why should we rush to join it? From the sound of it, there's bigger things to worry about anyway.

[rewritethesky]

[Well that makes, actually. Its rather strange to hear an explanation like that, but she understands it. And aside from that, he did impress her with that guess. But why start with bronze and not some other colour? Hmm.

And it does tell her something about him too. Mar looks a lot like a few of the figures in this sanctum with those particularly long ears of his.

So far the fish is smelling wonderful, even if there aren't a lot of spices involved in the process. She barely reacts to the winking, unsure of what to do or say, but nods and clasps her hand behind her back.]

You're from Azeroth then, but why are you here? Many of the inhabitants seem uninterested in the dragons.

[persequor]

[ she sticks her tongue out at him again, but arya happily does as he says. don't mind her, she's going to roll around on the ground with the baby!!! dragons!!!! until it's time to leave. ]

[persequor]

It is an honor to meet you, Doctor.

[ her lessons come back to her belatedly. she tips her head in polite greeting. ]

[traitre]

I do.

[It's the first real lie he's told the entire conversation, and he doesn't even bat an eye. Perhaps he doesn't quite yet speak for his flight officially, but saying "yes" sounds a lot better than "not really, but I think I'm the most qualified person for it if I do say so myself."

Besides. If he keeps doing what he's doing, surely that's what will happen. An arched brow.] After all -- we don't have any renegades running around loose.

[Second lie.]

[lightningbearer]

*Geddoe has no way of knowing either way, so he's not questioning it... just making mental note of it should an opportunity to follow up on it later arise*

I don't like that kind of responsibility.

*which is, believe it or not, an entirely genuine sentiment*

But I'll think about it.

*...well, he'll think about all of this conversation, but that's beside the point*

[lifeforged]

Surion. [ She repeats the name as if to recant it from her memory, but speaks no ill word of him. ]

He is one of Neltharion's children. You are Black Dragonsworn.

[lifeforged]

Ideally, though sometimes things do not go as planned. [ As they have discussed already. ]

This situation in particular is a delicate one for each of us have our own vision. Before when we worked together to preserve all life on Azeroth, we held each other in the highest respect.

Now there is distrust. Arrogance. One thinks risking the vast amounts of life in order to secure the world for future generations is acceptable where another wants to protect the ones here and now. Minor disagreements, with foreseeable conflict anytime they are brought up.

[lifeforged]

Have you not come forth bravely to defend as your world's champion, Nan?

[ She asks softly, not one believing her to life. If she were to feed her fabrications of the truth, Alexstrasza will believe there to be a reason behind it. ]

If I cannot call you by your title, will your name suffice?

[beholdthedrums]

Neltharion? [That's a name he hasn't heard before. Maybe he can milk her for information...] I was told his name was "Deathwing." Rather ominous of him. [And the Master knows all about choosing names.]

[lifeforged]

[ She's very tall too so it went way over her head. Whoosh. ]

Why would I leave it carelessly there? [ Alexstrasza continues to not get it, but she's starting to understand that "babe" is a term of endearment. ]

Have I given you the wrong impression?

[lifeforged]

[ He doesn't even need to tell her that he is, she just somehow KNOWS he belongs to Blue or Bronze. ]

Regeneration... you mean to claim that whenever something happens to your body, you regrow it back and in doing so, your... tastes differ?

[ Alexstrasza wonders sadly what's the matter with pears... ]

[lifeforged]

My apologies--it appears some habits are more difficult to break than others.

[ That name, "Deathwing", is enough to cause her to frown. What a terrible title for the Earth-Warder to call himself. When she speaks of him though, her voice is soft and almost forgiving, her amiable presence shining through. ]

Neltharion the Earth-Warder is also known as Deathwing. You are one of his chosen.

[lifeforged]

[ While it may be difficult to guess for her, Alexstrasza wears her heart on her sleeve and appears hopeful herself. While cordial towards her guests, it was all right to be a little bit softer with one of the Dragonsworn. ]

Have you gathered them together to come forth with a plan--perhaps a council might do the trick? Not that any more positions of power are necessary, but if you could find a devoted individual who cannot help in combat, but in other ways to pass word among each other, it could provide aid to your efforts in the future.

[lifeforged]

There are always bigger things to occupy one's mind with, but the important thing is to remain on task. Those who stray will find themselves overwhelmed with all of the world's problems and none of the solutions.

[ Surprisingly amiable while discussing this, as if there's no other option. Working together is admirable and choosing their own sides even more so--loyalty can be respected. However, outright rejecting the help of their sworn flight will only make matters worse for these otherworldly champions. ]

[beholdthedrums]

[He takes careful note of her frown. Interesting.]

Ah, that makes sense then. Then yes, I am one of his. [He nods in agreement.] I suppose you can understand that he isn't the most chatty of folk! [Or maybe he actually is, but the Master despises talking with the dragon.] So I hope you can forgive my curiosity, you keep mentioning things I haven't heard before, like "Earth-Warder." What does that even mean?

[beholdthedrums]

[Lucky him being very convincing as a blacksworn, if he puts in the effort.]

I don't speak for everyone, and I certainly would never speak for my leader, but my flight wants to survive. [It's not a lie. He holds back from saying whether or not aiding the other flights will help with their survival, as that probably would be a bit of a lie; he'll wait to see how she replies.]

[lifeforged]

[ She's very expressive unlike the rest of the Aspects and not once does she think she should hide her feelings. Why should she? Her encompassing love will draw them all back in towards her and they will all see reason soon enough. ]

Each of the Aspects have been blessed with influential power and in turn, we each have a title fitting of what we have been sworn to protect. Neltharion is--was, Neltharion was the Earth-Warder. His dominion is the earth we walk along and everything underneath the core, free to shift its form in any way he saw fit so long as it was the best course of action.