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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

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."

"It only took twelve of us to beat the game too..." She thought it over, then gave him a little grin. "Well hey, that means with you and me we're a sixth of the way there! Or a fifth... but the more the better, right?"

"We only took ten people to take down the Lich King," Mar said, one hand on his chest with so little modesty it was obviously a joke, "so I am worth a whole fifth of a team, clearly."

Well it got a giggle out of her if nothing else. "Then I guess we're closer to winning this war than we efur realized! We just need a few more like us and we'll be invincible."

Which got a laugh out of Mar in turn. He liked this troll. "So long as one or two are healers, that would help immensely."

"Too bad Feferi isn't here. She'd join us in a heartbeat, and hopefully she'd have her healing abilities unlocked in this world." Thinking of her friend made Nepeta wistful, of course, but more than anything it gave her a bit of hope. The others were still out there, and maybe... maybe she'd see them here.

Mar settled back down, getting comfortable again. Good luck figuring out how he can do that in his armor, but he looked pretty content. "Oh yes, I could certainly get behind more lovely troll ladies showing up," he said with a grin. "It would be nice to see my squire, or some of the priests from back home, too. At the very least, they'd understand all this too."

That got another laugh out of her. "Be careful what you wish fur! Some of those troll ladies could be very dangerous. Of course, the dangerous ones could also be really helpful."

She herself was dangerous at times, but she didn't think she held a candle to say, Vriska. Or Terezi. She still didn't understand why Terezi wasn't here, she'd love the chance to hang with dragons.

"Didn't you just describe yourself?" Sure, he might have echoed her thoughts, but he'd seen her in action and at rest. Dangerous and helpful might as well have been her guild name and title.

"Some of my furriends make me look like a harmless kitten." An exaggeration, and easily a downplay of her own abilities, but when one of said friends is literally referred to as "god-tier", it's a fair statement.

"Then you're underselling yourself. But sometimes ferocity and intensity aren't a sign of threat anyway. And sometimes there's just the plain creepy factor." Said the elf quite used to working with the Forsaken...

"Underselling... purrhaps. But maybe you should wait until you meet them to be sure. Aradia's telekinesis alone is a force to be reckoned with."

Of course the last time she saw Aradia the robot body she was inhabiting was in the process of exploding, but that wasn't really the point, and besides it was likely the world would fix that particular issue. Really she was kind of bragging about what cool friends she had at this point.

"Oh, I had to put the sword to Kael'thas Sunstrider at the last, and he could drop a gravity well the size of a ballroom. By the end we were practically swimming through the air trying to get to him. Telekinesis would be downright handy a few times." Like the whole 'val'kyr hurling people off the top of Icecrown Citadel' for one...

"Kael'thas Sunstrider?" She repeated, tilting her head in confusion. She pondered the name for a moment. "He didn't actually walk on the sun, did he?"

She was pretty sure the answer to that would be no, but some things you just have to check.

"Not at all!" He probably THOUGHT he did, especially there at the end... "But it's more literal than you might think -- 'Sunstrider' actually has its origins in a Darnassion word that means 'he who walks the day', and it just so happens that the found of the Sunstrider dynasty, Dath'remar Sunstrider, is the one who founded the Sunwell."

"That's kind of interesting... We have creatures we call Daywalkers back home too, but they aren't some sort of other trolls or anything like that. They're terrifying creatures that drink troll blood. Another name for them is Rainbow Drinkers." Lacking complete knowledge of what had happened with her friends back home, Nepeta was unaware that her friend Kanaya had recently joined their ranks... and was a lot more personable and less of a slavering monster than the stories implied.

"So this Kael'Thas was Dath'Remar's descendant, right? That made him the next in line to take over the blood elf empire didn't it?" She really had no idea how that worked in non-troll cultures.

About to comment on the name Rainbow Drinkers, Mar put two and two together and instead shuddered a little, making a face like he'd bit into a lemon. "I think that is the first and only time 'Rainbow Drinkers' is a legitimately upsetting term. We have Sunwalkers in Azeroth, but those are Tauren paladins. Completely unrelated term."

Sitting up, Mar drew a line in the dirt as a completely unnecessary visual aid. "The Sunstrider dynasty progressed through a few leaders from Dath'remar--" He pointed at the top of the line, then slid his finger down to an inch before the end -- "to Anasterian, the last high king of Quel'thelas and probably the greatest. He fell in battle with the corrupted Prince Arthas during the Razing. And that is where the kingdom ends, because Kael'thas was never formally crowned."

"If you had blood in all sorts of diffurent colors you'd beware of creatures named that too. But wait... You have Sunstriders and Sunwalkers? I mean I get one of those is a name but doesn't that get confusing?" Then again, she wasn't sure what a "Tauren" was. Maybe the terms didn't overlap often.

She looked closely at the line until she realized that it wasn't going to turn into a diagram of some sort. "Oh, so you've had several Kings then? I guess even a ruler can't really live furefur." Though their empress was certainly trying. "Why didn't Kael'Thas become king though? I mean, you said he wasn't crowned but why not?"

"The Sunstrider line more or less ended, meaningfully, before the Sunwalkers came into being. Aponi Brightmare founded the organization about two years after we killed Prince Kael'thas. So it's not so bad." Aside from which he liked the Sunwalkers, and had even trained under one for a brief period, so he was willing to forgive the similarity.

"As for why he never claimed the crown, well... after the Razing, what was there, really, to claim? Nine tenths of our people were dead, and he had far more to do leading them and seeking a cure or at least a solution to our magical addiction to undergo a meaningless ceremony. After that, he did kind of betray our people..."

"Betrayed you how?" She was pretty certain she wasn't going to like the answer to this question, but then again it wasn't like the Alternian empress was precisely kind to... anyone. Ever. About the only reason some of her actions hadn't counted as betraying the troll race was that most everyone was taught from birth that they existed to serve her.

Probably the worst part of it all was that Mar didn't have to explain his answer. No 'Sunwells' or 'Tauren' to confuse matters. The one term he intended to use, she had already been introduced to.

"He threw in with the Burning Legion."

"He did what? Why? Was he insane?" She had only had to deal with the legion for a few minutes before deciding that these were the kind of creatures you did not want to join up with. How someone who evidently knew much more about them than she did could decide to do so made her head spin.

"In the end, probably, but allying with the Legion is a choice many have made voluntarily and of their own free will." His sidelong glance held a cold warning -- not because he feared for her loyalty at all, but because this discussion would be dangerously charged if it ever came up around the draenei of their flight. "It all came back to power, ultimately. He spent so much time seeking it that he failed to stop when he had to, and to develop the Sin'dorei's own instead of getting it from elsewhere."

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