[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

[persequor]

[ as she listened, arya's expression changed from curiosity, to doubt, to very marked concern. accompanied by nymeria, already so large and as fierce and unafraid as always, arya still feels very small and very alone.

again she wonders why she was brought. she's too small and too weak to be of much help against those creatures. all she would be good at is passing unseen, and then only with luck on her side. she doesn't know how she might be expected to fight.

perhaps sensing how upset she is, nymeria whines and noses arya's chest. arya quietly shushes her. ]

Don't interrupt.

[telaari]

[Vas is too busy scanning the Sanctum to notice exactly what the girl says, just that she's said something. She looks to her, extending a hand in what she hopes seems like a friendly gesture.]

I'm sorry, did you have a question?

[persequor]

[ arya quickly shakes her head. ]

No, I was just — [ she does have a few. now that she already has vas' attention on her, she'd might as well. ] Do they have any special ways of finding us? Like, can they sense us if we're near or have really good hearing — ?

[telaari]

[Vas shakes her head.]

Some kinds of demons are sharper than others, but they cannot sense most ordinary people from a great distance. [She points to the wolf.] Your friend there is much sharper than they are.

The only ones who need to be cautious are adepts in the magical arts. Demons are attracted to magic in all its forms.

[persequor]

[ so she's screwed. not that she'd know.

case in point: ] I don't know any magic.

[telaari]

[She's already tried and failed to reassure one of the younger Dragonsworn. Let's see if she can screw up again.]

You may need to be careful. I have heard that some Dragonsworn have been granted new magical abilities. If you have too, you will need to learn how to control it. If you have not, I do not see how the Legion could sense you any more easily than the people in Silverglen.

[persequor]

[ arya bites her lip. ]

Wouldn't I know?

[telaari]

Sometimes it is obvious, sometimes it is not. I think my brother was five years old when he threw his first fireball, and that was when we knew.

[A beat. That's not even normal by Draenei standards.]

... If you are not sure, you should ask a mage. I have no talent with the arcane. I will be of little help.

[persequor]

[ arya cants her head. ]

What are you?

[telaari]

I am an Aldori Vindicator. I am a servant of the Light and the Naaru, and sworn enemy of the Legion.

[persequor]

[



what. ]

Oh. What's-- your name?

[telaari]

[What? They were talking about mages! That's as much a profession as "Vindicator" is.]

I am Vastania. And you?

[persequor]

Nan.

[ short for nymeria and a lie, spoken so easily it sounds like truth. ]