[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

not even if it was a Feat of Strength

[telaari]

Vas takes some of the leftover bread dough and folds extra flour and mashed earthroot into it, working it until it stops sticking to her hands. Much as she appreciates that he's made quite a bit of food already, they have no idea how many people will show up. Besides, it's been a very long time since she last had home-cooked flatbread.

"So, this is Silvermoon cuisine?" she asks, glancing over at the seared fish. Somehow she'd expected that blood elven food would be overly extravagant, but this looks - and smells - more like an evening at the Halfhill Market. "I think I've seen some of the Pandaren cooks grill like that."

[seesbosscrotch]

"I'll consider that the highest of compliments, because that's where I learned it!" Mar said brightly as he flipped a steak, looking for all the world like a dedicated chef who just happened to be wearing plate armor. "I've learned from the hunters of Nagrand, the chefs in Dalaran, and Azeroth's finest -- but no one, and I mean no one, has done miracles with food the way the Pandaren have!"

[telaari]

Her suspicious glance softens. Not Silvermoon cuisine, then, and instead something much more palatable in every sense of the word. She looks down and starts to roll her earthroot dough into balls, smiling slightly. A home-cooked meal was welcome, but a Pandaren-style meal is even better.

But that's not the word that sticks in her mind. "You've traveled through Nagrand?"

[seesbosscrotch]

"Absolutely. One of my favorite places in Outland." Also the sight of one of his biggest mistakes in his entire history, although he wasn't going to mention that he'd personally helped to encourage Garrosh Hellscream to stop moping around and make something of himself.

"Uh, you didn't get into fights over control of Halaa, did you?" he said with a sudden, sheepish glance at the Vindicator. "I didn't often but I'd still hate to think we'd met before on THOSE terms..."

[telaari]

"Fights over Halaa?" she echoes, her calm expression gone as quickly as it came. Why in the name of all things good and holy would anyone fight over Halaa? The orcs would have burned it to the ground. There wouldn't be any reason to fight there, not unless he Warsong moved in to try to claim the city for themselves.

She shakes her head, dismissing his question as much as answering it. "No, but I traveled to Halaa many times when I was younger. I ask because I'm from Telaar."

[seesbosscrotch]

"Oh! I've been!" Mar said with a bright grin, which faltered as quickly as it had come. "Once. By accident. It ended with me jumping off a cliff to escape. Complete and total misunderstanding." Namely. he'd thought the town was friendlier than it was... Had not made that same mistake again.