[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

[seesbosscrotch]

[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.]

[rewritethesky]

[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?

[seesbosscrotch]

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.]