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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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Maridian was many things and had many titles. Lunatic, Blood Knight, hero, annoyance, Crusader, Kingslayer...

Pandaren-trained chef. Master of the Ways. Or to put it more bluntly, one of his many skills was cooking with as much incredible proficiency as any person could achieve without making it their sole life's work.

The paladin maintained a vigil by the cooking fires, moving ingredients in and out of the heat and through pots or onto skewers with a casual and devastating efficiency. Berries became sauces for fish he'd caught earlier, quick-seared to lock their flavor in; bear steaks passed through the fire with dry rubs that sealed in their juice, simply and elegant; to the side, fresh bread baked in pans set on heated rocks.

As justified as you might be in questioning every single thing Maridian does, it might be hard to find better food than this.

[He had tried to help with the cooking, but it was with extremely mixed results. Some of what he helped cook might taste alright, while the rest of it either taste far too bland or far too spiced. If you're truly unlucky, you might even feel a little ill afterwards]

[Finally, he gave up and is hanging out on the roots of the large tree that the Redsworn claimed. He has a plate of food (mostly meat), but he doesn't seem to be eating at any point. Not that the food on his plate is going untouched, however, one might catch sight of him tossing a bit of meat to some red whelps when he thinks no one is looking. Or at the very least, notice that there's a number of whelps hanging around him like he's their new best friend.]

[Or maybe you don't notice that and just decide to say hi or play with the whelps. Either way, good times]

[ As the one who made the invitation in the first place, Carolina has handled much of the ferrying of guests into the Sanctum (with occasional assistance from her fellow Redsworn).

Once it became clear no one else would be appearing, she settles in on the outer edge of the Tree, keeping an eye on guests and proceedings. The fact she seems to have an plate of seemingly endless meat kebab skewers to keep her company doesn't hurt, either. Maybe if you ask nicely, she'll share? ]

*normally Geddoe's not one much for social occasions of any kind, but this isn't normal circumstances. So he showed up--even brought some small game he'd managed to hunt on his way--despite his disinclination.

Even so, for now he kept to the edges of things, observing and making mental note of anything of interest before deciding whether to approach anyone...*

[ Naturally anytime there are those who aren't of her kin or her kin's chosen wandering within the Sanctum, they have her interest. Instead of watching from a distance in her true form, she's taken on her mortal guise to walk among them.

There's a warm smile given to any who approach her, even if they aren't Redsworn so at least she seems welcoming to any kind of conversation. It's her children that watch everyone carefully who approach this time, ready to jump in if need be. ]

[The Doctor seems to have crammed a bit of everything on his plate; this regeneration has some slightly eclectic taste buds, and so a passerby might note a distinctly unusual combination or two (though no fish fingers and custard, much to his dismay). He's leaning against a tree not too far away from the cooking fire as he eats, more nibbling than anything else; what he's really here to do is to observe the other Dragonsworn. The food is nice, though, he has to admit.]

[after delivering a fair share of meat she went out to get specifically for this little gathering, Tempest makes a retreat over to the fire, sitting down and letting out a sigh. It'd been a long time, since she'd just sat in front of a fire and relaxed, and well . . . she'd do the socializing thing in a bit, honestly, because she was curious as to who else was around, aside from those she'd seen during the kidnapping fiasco.

But for now? Now she was relaxing. She even goes as far as to remove her cloak and fold it neatly beside her]

[Ymir has barely any idea who anyone here is or what's going on, but that's not going to stop the siren's song of free food. Anything she didn't have to make, pay for, or replace as good to her, and she just waltzed on in, blending in with the crowd, immediately making her way to the fire pits.

She's picking bits up with her fingers, shoving them in her mouth and eating quick, making exaggerated chewing sounds and slurping her fingers loudly. May as well make the most of it and eat enough for five people for five days, and maybe take some leftovers home in her pockets, right?

Perhaps if you're "lucky" she'll be trying to sneak a bite off your plate, trying to make off with a nibble and a very audible YOINK as she tries to get away. Whether she's successful or not is up to you.

But she'll be over here, chowing down and humming tunes to herself between bites. Did nobody teach this girl any manners?]

[Vas has discussed the Legion's forces in detail before, but only for the benefit of the Red Dragonsworn. It should come as no surprise, then, that she uses this chance to explain the demons to any other Dragonsworn who will listen. Imps and Succubi, Dreadlords and Pit Lords and even a few of the demons she didn't have a chance to describe earlier - the Shivarra, Terrorguards, Fel Hunters, and Infernals - all laid out in detail to whoever asks. Though, some Redsworn may notice that she's been careful to avoid discussing the Eredar. Perhaps her lecture is long enough without recounting the history of the Draenei.]

If anyone else has questions, feel free to ask.

A: Chief Provisioner Nepeta

Upon learning that there was going to be a big gathering in the ruby sanctum, Nepeta sprang into action making sure there would be enough to eat for everyone.

You know, assuming that everyone wants to eat deer and bear meat.

She can be seen darting off into the forest to gather more animal corpses, dragging said carcasses back while whistling merrily to herself, or sitting next to the fire cleaning her kills at any time during the party that she decides the meat supply looks slightly less than ideal. She's probably pretty bloodied up, but fun fact: it's all red blood. Hers is green.

B: Curled up by the fire.

When she's not busy massacring innocent wild creatures for meat and fun, Nepeta is spending most of her time curled up next to the bonfire. Literally curled up, as in she's down in the dirt practically in a ball.

She raises her head whenever anyone gets close and greets them with a cheerful wave and a pat next to her, as if pointing out that the seat next to her, i.e. the ground, isn't taken yet.

[For Valamia, there's a few comforts that a person misses more and more with age. With age, a lack of a home planet, and everything that's been going on having decent food some days is a great comfort. Which might make it seem more strange that instead of seating herself with everyone else she's taken a spot a bit further away. She's also taken to stretching out and cracking her back. That turns into cracking her necks and than her shoulders. Hopefully that doesn't bother people. Someone must be understanding of how age and a lack of beds effects a person.

Somewhere between occasionally cracking her neck again, she'll be nibbling on some of her food.]

A.

[She's rarely ever been around meat, the majority of her diet having been mostly veggies, grains and sweet things. Not the most healthiest diet, but it was what was available at the time. She's seen some pieces of meat here, usually raw and in a Bronze Dragon's possession, but...

Staring at this searing bear flank in the pit, she's not sure if she wants to try it or not. Namine fairly certain her stomach can handle it, and even though it might be covered in herbs and spices, it's not exactly giving off the most pleasant odor as it sits there and roasts. She's never, ever cooked for herself before and shouldn't doubt someone else's skills, but the hesitation to try the flank out is written all over her face.]

B.

[She's not a social bug by any means, but she did come to this gathering with the intent of getting more information, whether it would be on the other 'sworn or the dragons and their world themselves. But getting information does mean talking to others to some extent, and that's not always her strong point.

The fire is certainly enjoyable though, and the logs are comfier than the ground or anything else. She may be seated at the far end of a log, further away from anyone else, but she might not be too adverse to talking with others. For now, she's just taking in the sights, memorizing faces and any tidbits of important information she might be able to overhear.]

[Luke decided it was best for everyone not to do all the cooking, so his main contribution as people settle down is to pass out cups of tea. It's fairly plain, and definitely night elven in origin. He's ran out of cups now, and might be offering people bowls of tea instead.

After a while, he settles down. Luke doesn't sleep very well or very regularly, so being near a fire while full of food just makes him kind of drowsy. So while everyone is quietly socializing (or maybe not so quietly), he's curled up against a log with his knees gathered up, dozing softly.]

Wash had looked around a little in the areas where the sworn had gathered, but he was a little nervous about potentially upsetting the dragon hosts. Even if Carolina had invited him, he remembers how... Unwelcoming the portal feels.

His raptor was near him as he sat by the fire, begging as Wash had gotten some food, though there's a bit extra meat he grabbed for the animal. But until the raptor stops, it's not getting the food. "Behave yourself. I fed you earlier."

If you come near with food, beware of the blue raptor. It wouldn't injure someone, but it would happily steal their food.

[After his brief bout of socialization with one of the Redsworn, Qilby's attentions begin to wander. The food doesn't interest him, the people interest him only a little more than that-- really, it's the opportunity to see another sanctum that brings him here at all today.

And to his great satisfaction, the Ruby Sanctum does not disappoint. Oh sure, there's some savage beauty to be found in the Obsidian Sanctum with all its mountains and lava pits and hostile dragon guards. But one eventually tires of looking at rocks and tiptoeing around deathtraps, and him? He's always had a fondness for flowers like the ones that seem to dot every inch of the Redsworns' home.

It's a small sapling covered in the things that holds his attention now. Curious, he plucks one of the blooms off its branches-- and jerks his hand back in mild surprise when it immediately blackens and turns to ash in his palm as if burned up.

That's... Unexpected. Is it because he's not Redsworn? All the same, he'll try and go for a second, maybe even a third one...]

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A: KISS THE COOK