[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]

"Then she's asking to lose that power, either when she's overthrown or when her empire collapses." Which was not a prospect he could treat with his usual lighthearted tone. Too many leaders had proved evil, of late.

[bloodpainter]

"She'd have you executed fur saying that." He was right, though, but the empire hadn't fallen apart because of how one might have expected. It was a rain of meteors on the home planet and the dying scream of an Eldritch Abomination that had done it.

That was a hell of a long and confusing story though.

[seesbosscrotch]

Mar flicked his fingers dismissively. "She could try. Enough unfathomable evils certainly have made the effort." If he'd lived under her, he might very well have joined an active resistance -- much the way he had signed up for the Darkspear Rebellion.

[bloodpainter]

Maybe she shouldn't have been surprised by his attitude, but the usual reaction people had when the Empress was brought up was intense fear, even if it was hidden. Not that she came up often among a group as young as hers, but still... "The only one I've efur heard speak so casually against her is the Heiress."

[seesbosscrotch]

"We in Azeroth have a history of opposing beings of incredible power and ferocity, and even winning against them. We even handed the Legion their first defeat in literally ever." Which he'd had no role in, but he'd done enough since then to feel pride in his accomplishments and those of his world.

[bloodpainter]

"I'm starting to realize that." Really, given what he's told her so far she's starting to really get interested in the stories he has to tell. And it seems like he has quite a few.

[seesbosscrotch]

Deep beneath the armor and the resolve and the desire to crusade and vindicate beat the heart of a scholar. It might be scarred and battered and completely repurposed these days, because no one could argue that Mar put himself body and soul into his life as a Blood Knight, but he still delighted in history and knowledge even as he shaped it.

She could get as many stories out of him as she wanted; he'd be happy to tell them all.

"There's a certain value in deciding you have to fight, and then doing it. Sometimes you succeed when you didn't think it was possible."

[bloodpainter]

"I kinda think nothing's impawsible, really. I mean, after what I've seen."

Going through a video game designed to create an entirely new universe was something that could result in that kind of outlook.

[seesbosscrotch]

"I'm certain you never imagined a noble Blood Knight could be so gorgeous, yes," he said, slicking a hand through his hair with such melodramatic pretensions. "Your world doesn't sound particularly peaceful either, though, I must admit. "

[bloodpainter]

She laughed a bit at his self-aggrandizement, but sobered back up when he brought the subject back to her world.

"It was a world where you had to fight fur your life purrty much efurry day. I was good at that, so were most of my furriends, but... it didn't make it easy. Trolls are suppawsed to be strong, cunning, and vicious, even to ourselves. Maybe especially to ourselves."

[seesbosscrotch]

"No, it's never easy to fight for your life every day. It can be straightforward, it can become routine, but easy, no." And yet straightforward and routine could be confused for 'easy' readily enough.

"Still, you still have quite the capacity to smile, laugh, feel positive emotions in general, so it must have had some decent rewards to go along with the fight."

[bloodpainter]

"Well, I had friends." That had been enough for her. Even if some of them were jerks.

Even if most of them were jerks.

Even if "jerks" wasn't really a strong enough word. They were still her friends, and she still loved them and felt better for having them around.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Then you had hope, and some belief in a future." Which was exactly why Mar avoided making friends if he could, and forgive him if he went just a bit somber in that statement without realizing it.

[bloodpainter]

"I suppawse so. I mean, it seemed like we could handle purrty much anything as long as we were together."

That had kind of fallen apart when the killing started, though. Now... well, she still wanted to see everyone, except for a certain clown. She just wasn't sure how it would turn out.

[seesbosscrotch]

"A good team does make you feel that way, yes." A feeling he hadn't really shared since the Horde forces that had plunged into Icecrown's heart had separated and each gone their own ways. Certainly not one he was feeling now. "Then I hope time favors you, and you aren't absent from them long by their perspective."

[bloodpainter]

"It might take more than time fur that to happen." But telling him she was dead back home really wasn't something she wanted to get into now. Or ever.

"It's too bad, really. Some of them would really enjoy this sort of thing, and like I said a lot of them would be useful, if dangerous."

[seesbosscrotch]

"It is too bad, and I wish we had better luck in who the Aspects chose to bring," Mar admitted. Not for his own sake, but for those with him. "Still, they seem inclined to keep bringing others, so perhaps luck will favor us in the long run after all."

[bloodpainter]

"I'll be keeping my eyes open. I know most of them purrbably won't be in this flight, but hopefully they'll go down to Silverglen soon if they do show up."

Not that she spent as much time in the village as she really could, but the animals weren't going to hunt themselves, darn it!

[seesbosscrotch]

"They'll definitely stand out, at least!" Well, there was something he could hope for -- that Nepeta would find her friends. It was nice to have a simple hope that didn't require everything imaginable to go perfectly. "It might not hurt to put in a word with the other Flights and the Kaldorei as well, to let them know to keep an eye out."

[bloodpainter]

"I should go talk to some people furrom the other Flights, see if any of them have seen any of them." She was pretty sure most of her friends would have shown up to an event like this on their own, but there was no reason not to make absolutely sure.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Yes," he said, reflexively squashing down a warning about any other flight but the Green. He'd worry about that when he had direct cause to. "And I'll keep an eye and an ear out too, of course."

[bloodpainter]

"Thanks, Mar." Standing up, she gave him a quick hug before turning to head off into the larger group. "Let's hope!"

[seesbosscrotch]

He returned the hug with a smile, then gave a wave as she headed off to see about her business. She was cute, he liked her.

That just meant he had to be careful that she didn't like him enough that she'd be terribly sad if he died. Ah, problems... Well, ones to worry about later.

It had at least been a pleasant conversation.