[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

[theshadowkissed]

[Yup, a dream about rampant elekk. So weird.]

Of course, they're not gods. There's only one god - God. Anyways, it still looked like you worshiped them.

[telaari]

What? No, no, there are many gods. They just belong to other people. We have no gods.

[Which she realizes, half a second later, isn't really all that helpful.]

The Naaru are our mentors and our friends, and we owe them our respect. They taught us the ways of the Light, and continue to guide us on our path.

[theshadowkissed]

[Rose's Christian upbringing wanted to argue that, but she wasn't devout enough to bother.]

Okay. So what's the Light? [ASKS THE PALADIN.]

[telaari]

[Fortunately, she's taken on a student who had no idea what the Light was before she explained it. She's started to prepare her own little lectures on the Light.]

The Light is creation itself. Where fel magic destroys and corrupts, the Light creates and purifies. People who have been blessed by the Light use it to purge evil from the universe.

[theshadowkissed]

That sounds like Spirit, to me. [pause] Spirit's the fifth element and rarest magic Moroi possess. Those that specialize in Spirit are often seen as saints... or lunatics.

I'm also alive because of Spirit.

[telaari]

I have never heard of this "Spirit", but it may be a facet of the Light. In any case, any magical force used to fight off the Legion is one which I would be happy to have on my side.

[theshadowkissed]

Oh, I can't use Spirit. I'm a dhampir. We don't have magic like the Moroi. We're beatsticks, really. Guardians. I'm just alive because a Spirit user brought me back from death before I fully crossed over after a car accident.

[telaari]

[She squints at Rose, one brow raised. Car accident? As in a tram car?]

Light or not, that is a miracle in and of itself.

[She taps a finger on her chin absentmindedly - wait, there was something she needed to discuss with Rose, wasn't there?]

Oh! I spoke with Krasus after I returned from Sin'thalas. He is looking into re-establishing ties with the Kaldorei. He believes that you might be able to help.

[theshadowkissed]

Me?

[Rose was all for making the elves stop hating her, but a dragon mage that wasn't her own specifically bringing it up? Made her wonder if bitching Alexstrasza out would make him change his mind.]

I'm all for ways to not get stabbed in the face for merely existing. But I'm not exactly the kind of person someone goes to for delicate things.

[telaari]

[She tries to smile reassuringly, but it ends up being more like a feeble grimace.]

He did not elaborate on why he thought so. I trust that he has something in mind, though.

[theshadowkissed]

He's your dragon mage. Let him know I'm game whenever he wants to, like, talk and stuff. I think I'll kick mine awake sometime and see if he's got like Kaldorei Hooked on Phonics or something. I'm crap at learning languages - my Russian is shit - but it'd be nice to know what the elves are saying when they insult me.

[telaari]

If you can learn Darnassian, even a little, it would be a great help. The guards were surprised when I started to talk to them, but they were still willing to talk. Using their language might put them at ease.

[theshadowkissed]

Dragons should know this stuff, right? That's what old people do - learn new stuff and compile languages.

[telaari]

[Again, she gives Rose that puzzled look.]

If they actually use them, perhaps. My father was as old as the Flight from Argus, and I don't recall him ever speaking Raventongue.

[theshadowkissed]

Just because you didn't hear him speak it didn't mean he didn't know it. How often would that have been needed anyways?

[telaari]

Not at all. My family lived in Nagrand, not Shattrath. Only the traders bothered to learn the native languages, anyhow.

... but I digress. Your Dragonmage probably does know Darnassian. It's an old language. And the Kaldorei revere the Emerald Dream.

[theshadowkissed]

Great. They revere the Emerald Dream, yet they still want to stab its keepers in the face. Makes total sense. [/sarcasm]