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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Mostly minor physical differences, like skin and hair color, though of course the actual regions they controlled mattered.

"I think we're all glad you're not hostile, though. Would have made things particularly awkward." Especially in their first meeting, with all the chaos and fire and demons...

"Heh, you should see some of my furriends. They'd be really strong allies but a lot of them are... tough to deal with. Most of them would come around as long as I'm here to explain things though."

She could think of a few exceptions, but frankly she didn't ever want to see the clown again.

"Hmmm, there's not much diffurence between my kind of trolls except fur blood color."

Ah, the hemospectrum. Source of so much utter and complete bullshit in her life and the lives of her friends.

"Tougher than anyone else in the flight?" said the elf who pretty much everyone disliked or thought was crazy, present company excepted.

"From MY perspective, blood color is an odd thing to be different. That isn't something particularly typical. The Kaldorei tend to bleed purple, but both trolls and the Sin'dorei bleed red, so that's attributable to Well of Eternity exposure,. Draenei bleed blue and orcs are so dark red it might as well be black, but neither of those races are Azerothian natives. And there's no difference within the races."

"Well... some of them, yes. But you raise a good point." There was a reason she didn't have as many friends in the flight as she had hoped.

"Well, trolls, my kind of trolls, have twelve diffurent blood colors. It goes furrom red to purple, and there's this sort of system which ranks us based on them. But purrsonally I don't really go by that. It is kind of interesting that the species have both the highest and the lowest though."

She pulls on her coat. "I'm an oliveblood. Suppawsedly that makes me about in the middle."

Mar could totally sympathize with the 'fewer friends' part.

"Without intending offense to your culture," Mar mused, "I would like to voice the opinion that any system of social class that requires cutting someone open to determine where they belong in said system should be viewed with healthy skepticism at best. Olive, huh?"

He glanced in the direction of her wrists, then shook himself mentally for his foolishness. Even if her veins were visible beneath her skin, who knew how olive blood and greyish skin would combine to reflect a color back? And he certainly didn't want to see it any other way, so he'd settle for living in mild curiosity.

"I'm sure some of us would be offended, but I purrsonally couldn't care less. Though to be completely fair when we grow up all the way you don't have to make us bleed anymore to find out. It shows up in our eyes."

She pauses a moment before adding: "Not that most trolls are against making each other bleed fur... just about any reason. Which I guess makes it easier."

No one could stop himself from looking at her eyes after a line like that, it just couldn't happen. He wondered how old she was in relative terms, though don't think for a second he was going to ask...

"I'm almost starting to worry that facing off against the immense hordes of the Burning Legion is like a vacation for you."

The black-on-yellow of her eyes doesn't show off the color of her blood yet, but it's only a sweep or two away, not that he could know that. She's a juvenile, a young teenager, really.

"Well, not quite as much as you'd think. I lived out in the middle of nowhere, so there weren't any other trolls around to threaten me. Instead I fought Alternian animals and hunted them fur their meat, pelts and blood. Alternia has some very dangerous animals, so it purrpared me fur something like this purrty well."

He has no idea, no. (Hell, he only had her appearance to go on when he assumed she was old enough to flirt with.)

"That does sound like good preparation. No wonder you're having trouble here, though. You're even more used to working on your own than I am."

"Well this isn't the furst time I've worked with others either. There was a game... that word seems wrong but I don't know what else to call it. Anyway, me and eleven furriends of mine had to work together to beat the game and get our reward. And survive. That worked out okay, but they were trolls I'd known as far back as I can remember. This is so different... You know I didn't actually remember how to talk to people I don't know when I arrived here."

And that was embarrassing as all get out to admit, but somehow she didn't think Mar would judge her for it.

"You did fine as far as I'm concerned. Of course, we did immediately go get into a fight with demons," Mar said as he stroked his chin, casting his mind back to that chaotic day. "So that might have helped. Actions speak louder than words and all, right?"

He shrugged. She was quite right; he certainly wasn't going to judge her. "I'm starting to wonder if I'm not the same, these days. It's a far cry from the glory days..."

"Yeah that's true. Talking to strangers might be hard, but I'll always be able to hunt and fight!" She laughed a little, amused by the thought that taking on a squad of demons is an easier thought than talking to someone.

"What do you mean? You seem to be doing purrfectly fine chatting with efurryone around here."

"Oh, most people very quickly dismiss me as completely insane," he said, with remarkable self-awareness. "Of course, that's entirely true, but not for the reasons they think and not in the ways they perceive."

Nepeta actually looked a bit affronted for a moment. "But you're not-"

She paused a bit, and thought over what she was about to say and how Mar had acted so far.

"Okay so maybe you are a little crazy, but you seem to have the important things down."

"Of course I'm crazy. No sane person would voluntarily stand in front of the greatest evils Azeroth has to offer and very deliberately take their blows." Both in the literal sense and the vast, metaphorical sense, Mar's philosophy had always been to take all the suffering on himself so that no one else had to endure it. "But different things are important to different people."

"Well I purrfur to dodge, purrsonally, but I'd fight them with you. I guess we're both crazy." She giggled a bit at the thought. Crazy was probably a word most non-trolls would apply to their whole race, really.

"Why thank you, my dear." What about that statement wasn't a compliment, after all? "But you can't dodge them all, so please, let me take the blows while you deliver them. Preferably from the back," he said, jabbing his wrist forward to mime a vigorous shanking.

"Only if you purrmise not to die on me." She raised her hand and pointed directly at his nose. "And by purrmise I mean promise, so you know I'm serious!"

Smiling broadly, Mar shook his head. "I can't promise that. Some things are worth dying for. But I do promise to make it as hard as possible for our enemies to kill us, because I would much rather our enemies die than me!"

"Mmmm... okay, I guess I'll have to accept that."

She slumps, pretty obviously displeased with the answer, but she knows full well that some things you just can't guarantee.

"You do seem purrty hard to kill, after all."

"I have to be, when my duty is to take hits so other people don't have to." Despite his light tone, he was as serious as could be. "The fewer I can endure, the more others will suffer if I fall."

"I guess that makes sense. You have to be strong so you can purrtect your friends." And apparently everyone else around him but Nepeta had difficulty grasping the concept of caring about people you didn't know. Then again, caring about people you did know was pretty up there in empathy for a troll.

No one else here had ever known the loss of ninety percent of their race in one day.

Oh sure, the draenei had lost two-thirds to the Burning Legion, but that had been a betrayal, not a loss. It had driven them to flight and to attempt to set things right, not to grief that coalesced into a desire to protect others.

Add to that the fact that being thrown together with comrades you had to trust simply because you were thrown together with them was a daily occurrence for the paladin, and understanding his cheerful acceptance of this situation became easy.

"I have to protect everybody. And most likely I will die doing that, because I'm not going to let an almost certainty of death stop me from fighting a battle that needs to be fought. So far my record has been pretty good, though. I've only died once to date that really counted. We all did, but the trapped spirit of a dead king restored our lives."

"Purrtect efurrybody..." She repeated, trying to envision it. "I... I don't think that's pawsible though. It's too big. One purrson can't do that much. I mean if you said efurrybody in the red sanctum, sure. Maybe even the other sanctums, I'm not sure how many people that is. But efurrybody efur?"

"Of course it's not possible, but as soon as you begin compromising in your thinking --" He tapped one temple. "--you begin compromising in your doing. And sometimes one person is all it takes, to inspire others and to lead them on. Ten of us alone took on one of the greatest evils of Azeroth, back in the good old days. That was all it took. Ten people who were willing to risk everything to save everyone."

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