[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

[lightningbearer]

*shrug*

Whatever's available.

*and that he feels like doing at the time*

[guerriera]

[ brow arches ]

Is that to match what suits you, or just the paycheck?

[lightningbearer]

It's something to do.

[guerriera]

Must be nice to have that option.

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

[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*

[guerriera]

..Doesn't sound like many mercenary contracts from my time. So yes. That's more freedom than some would have.

[ does she approve? disapprove? It's hard to say. ]

[lightningbearer]

A mercenary can turn down an offer he doesn't like.

*or leave a company, or so on... as compared to a soldier, who's stuck following orders*

[guerriera]

Certainly. [a half-shrug] But most mercenary contracts aren't so flexible where I'm from, compared to yours, by the sounds of things.

[ not unless your reputation precedes you anyway. Hence a second thoughtful side-eye ]

[lightningbearer]

*shrugs*

Contracts work both ways. No one has to accept one with terms they don't care for in the first place.

*unless they're either stupid or desperate, of course*

[guerriera]

Very true.

[when your species is faced with galactic-wide annihilation, your options do become few and far between.]

Breaking contract here isn't likely to be as easy as back home. [in both their cases - not that she's considering doing so]

[lightningbearer]

More like a summons than a contract.

*he means that literally, too; his world has summoning magic, after all*

[guerriera]

[what an odd way to phrase it.]

Speaking from experience?

[lightningbearer]

*considers for a moment, trying to decide the best way to explain*

I don't know much about it, but in my world, there's a kind of magic that lets someone temporarily summon things from other worlds into ours. It's usually used to summon monsters for battle.

[guerriera]

...That sounds dangerous.

[or physically possible. Then again, magic seems to disobey physics.]

[lightningbearer]

*shrugs*

Unless the mage is very powerful, anything summoned can only be kept in the world for a very short time.

[guerriera]

Then I hope you'll pardon me for saying so, but I hope no one like that shows up here.

[since that demon legion got summoned, and doesn't seem to be leaving by any means except force.]

[she pushes herself back to her feet. Time to do another loose patrol of the party] Well. Was nice meeting you, Geddoe.