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[OPEN] The Redsworn Reception

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.

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Now that's an expression of misery I can't condone!

[The paladin wanders over, swiping a healthy amount of sweat off his brow thanks to the heat of the cooking fires.]

Bear not to your taste?

...Misery? [Did she really look that upset or terrible? This man looks strong, experienced and a little worldly, so he'd probably know how this tastes.

...it still smells kind of strange though. Totally not what she's used to.] I've never had bear before.

Well, it's certainly sadder than ought to be seen on a pretty girl at a feast. If not bear, we have deer, fish, bread, and I take custom requests if I can get the ingredients together!

[Strong, experienced, a little worldly... and he has spent the morning cooking while wearing plate armor. Is trusting him wise?]

[Oh was... that a compliment? From what she knows, Kairi always enjoyed comments like that, being told she's pretty. Namine has no real idea how yo respond to that, but her face betrays her with a blush.

At least she's okay with a few things from that list.] What kind of fish?

[That might bother some people, but its not even noticed by her.]

River carp of some sort. Not quite as delicious as some of the ones that practically fall into your lap in Pandaria, but I think I can handle making them as tasty as you want, if you've got a preference.

[There. Blushing is much better than looking ill-at-ease and faintly perturbed. Mission accomplished!]

[Pandaria? It must be where he's from, although the armour looks a little similar to some of the plate styles she's seen provided by the Dragons.]

I don't have a preference really, but I'd be willing to try anything.

Well, then. Simplest is best unless you're striving for something specific, I say. I shall return!

[Really, his departure is only to get a fillet from a nearby basket, which he casually salts on both sides, then adds a sprinkle of pepper, before he walks back to drop it on a hot metal grill left to heat above the fire just this purpose.]

Hmm, let me guess... bronze?

[Honestly, she can't argue with logic like that, especially when she hasn't had or tried a lot of differing flavours. She smiles and nods in acknowledgement, and watches carefully from a distance over his broad, plated shoulders.

He meant flight colour there, didn't he? She blinks in surprise at the guess.] ...How did you know?

[Well, he wouldn't describe her as tan...]

I just told you, I guessed. But I have a lot of experience with the Aspects and their flights, so it's an educated guess. If I guessed right, it would impress you. If I guessed wrong, it would at least be a good conversation. So the only way to really lose the guess would be not to guess at all!

[He flashes her a wink, then just as quickly, flips the fish over. It's only seared on the one side, certainly not close to cooking through.]

[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.

I was pulled here, same as you. I'm just much more used to that sort of thing, that's all. Things like time travel and going to different worlds are old hat for us people of Azeroth.

[And he says that so cheerfully, too. It's kind of scary.]

This one isn't really official, but this is my fourth deployment as a Blood Knight.

[Luckily, traversing worlds isn't unheard of in her world either, but she hardly imagines someone being so calm with time travel. ]

Still... it can't be easy to get used to, even if it's your own world. [But they probably shouldn't dwell on the negative like that, and she could get some valuable information out of this.] What is a Blood Knight?

The short version is that we're an order of paladins that used to steal the Light by force, and have now repented and been forgiven. [With one swift motion, he transfers the cooked fish from the grilling plate to a piece of bread that serves as a plate. With a proud gesture that half-resembles a bow, he presents it to her.] Not necessarily the best dinnertime conversation, but I could tell you the long version if you desired.

[Stealing it by force. Man, that kind of resonates a little bit within her, but the past and case involving the Organization at home couldn't be the same here.

The gesture makes Naminé shrink a little, as it does make her feel a little too short, but she takes the open fish sandwich with a grateful smile and a polite nod.] I wouldn't mind hearing it. I'd like to know as much as I can about Azeroth.

Ah, well! [Mar helps himself to a seat next to her, the better to relate his tale on a more even ground.] Well, I COULD start at the beginning of history, because frankly, it all ties together, but instead I'll pick a point and you ask questions if you want more explanation.

The home of the quel'dorei, Silvermoon, was destroyed and razed, and in the course of that destruction, nine out of every ten living high elves were slain and the rest were rendered functionally homeless. At the same time, the source of the magic energies that infused our bodies, the Sunwell, was tainted and ruined completely. Which was particularly bad news for us, since our race is addicted to magic.

Eager for vengeance, most of the living quel'dorei renamed themselves the Sin'dorei, the blood elves, and abandoned the way of the Light that we had followed for some time. In search of solutions, our Prince, Kael'thas Sunstrider, managed to capture a creature called a naaru -- an energy being, tied as deeply to the Light as you or I are to breathing.

He sent that naaru back to the rebuilt Silvermoon, and the arcanists learned how to take the Light from it, and give it to others. And so the Blood Knights were formed.

[She may have opened up Pandora's Box with this. Some places and worlds have histories, but half way through his explanation, she begins to wonder just how much history this world really has.

Still, she wants to learn and to know, and nothing is better than from someone who's lived in the world all their life.

She nods throughout it all, thinking carefully about this information dump.] They stole the light and power from it. [Man, she doesn't like the sound of this story. Ans almost hopes that it wasn't in pain or anything.] Did it help? With the addiction.

Oh, absolutely. Much better then fel energy did, which had its own problems. [He shuts his eyes just long enough to tap a lid with a finger. Guess what causes an evil glow!]

But Prince Kael'thas betrayed pretty much everyone, allying with the Burning Legion. When his own people refused to join in on his madness, his agents stole M'uru back, finalizing his corruption into a twisted shadow of the Light. At that, the Blood Knights realized they had walked a false path, and renounced their loyalties to Kael'thas.

[That is... a little unnerving. She's never seen glowing eyes before and looks bewildered at the sight.

But honestly, she's not liking that story. The poor naaru. She doesn't know the species, but being used like that and eventually succumbing to insanity.]

So he's aligned with the demons. What... happened to M'uru?

[He hears something of that trepidation, and lifts a finger to interrupt her thoughts before he continues.]

One thing you need to understand is that M'uru signed up for all this. It volunteered. Everything that happened, happened in accordance with prophecy and for an ultimate good cause.

Which doesn't excuse what we did to him or make it any better. In the end, it was set in the Sunwell as a guard, to stop the heroes of Azeroth from breaching its inner sanctum and interrupting the ritual to summon Kil'jaeden, the current leader of the Burning Legion, to Azeroth. M'uru was slain, causing him to arise as Entropius, the void god. Which was then also promptly slain. [He chuckles a bit ruefully at Azeroth's brutal if necessary solution to most problems.]

[That's... extremely unnerving, and Namine shudders because of it. Maybe she was just weak hearted (ahaha), but even going along willingly, agreeing to be used and corrupted, she still feels a little bad for it.

She nods though, still following.]

What happened after?

Well, having slain their way through everything they'd faced thus far, the Shattered Sun Offensive and those adventurers who'd allied with it broke into the central chamber and beat Kil'jaeden so badly he was forced to retreat as the Sunwell shut.

At that point, Velen -- the leader of the draenei people and the Prophet who'd made the prediction about all of this -- showed up, and revealed that he had claimed M'uru's spark, his essence, basically. Using that, he was able to reignite the Sunwell, except this time its infinite arcane energy was infused with Light as well. We were forgiven for our sins, even if we may not have forgiven ourselves. The entire thing had been the naaru's way of bringing salvation to our people.

[His normal bombast has diminished quite noticeably, waxing thoughtful and faintly distant. He'd lived through all of it, after all, a mere few years ago, and he knows perfectly well that words are entirely inadequate to describe it all.]

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