warforged | sometimes you can't make it

Who: Alexstrasza, Krasus/Korialstrasz, and the Redsworn
What: Successful retreat into the Ruby Sanctum
Where: Ruby Sanctum
When: After a long, grueling battle near the borders of Suramar
Warnings: Please PM the mods if any warnings are needed

[The Ruby Sanctum is a flurry of activity. This becomes clear within two seconds of stepping through the portal. The wounded are guided over to a grassy clearing surrounded by saplings and adolescent trees, bade to lay down and receive healing from other dragonkin. Some of the trees are years old, while a few look to have shot up recently. If you watch, vines engulf one fallen warrior; the body sinks into the ground, and a tiny sapling appears in its place.

Despite the war going on outside, the sanctum is less of a cavern and more like a self-contained dimension. Ample sunlight drifts down through scarlet leaves, which are occasionally home to the crimson scales of a whelpling. There is life everywhere: insects on twigs, birds chirping overhead, flowers at your feet. Dragon eggs lay nestled in the nooks and crannies offered by the tranquil forest. There is a decently-sized spring filled with fresh, pure water, as well as some small rocky outcroppings to sleep in. It's warm and comfortable enough to rest out in the open, too.

The cloaked and ever-mysterious Krasus stands watching the dispersing redsworn, his back against the massive oak in the center of the sanctum.

Occasionally, one may glimpse a beautiful red-haired woman with copper skin winding through the copse.]

[ooc: Mingle log for redsworn!]

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That it is. [ It doesn't make much sense to her, but allowing that to show is a weakness she's not ready to unveil. ] Afraid Krasus would be the one you would wish to speak to regarding parallel universes.

[ Or her brother, she thinks as a sad afterthought. ]

I hope Azeroth is to your liking, ah, well to as much of your liking as it can be in her current condition.

[AH... WELL.

That explains far too much than she'd like it to. It's a bit embarrassing, how she didn't figure that out a bit earlier, but... in such a heated battle...

That does make her confused, though. So if she's been transported- what are the people in Tokyo doing? Is the Lockdown already over? Or does time work different? Perhaps her world is going ten times slower... or faster? Neither Jezebel nor Remiel are within her soul. What has become of her world...?

...All questions she'll have to load onto the mage, then!] This area is peaceful, at least. Besides, I do have experience dealing with demons- [-wrong demons-] -or, rather, foreign intrusions before. I'm not sure if much can surprise me anymore.

Then we are all too grateful for your aid. [ She won't turn away from someone who knows how to handle their enemy in a sense. ] Have you been outfitted with all you would need to fight?

[ If not, she'll have to reprimand the mage handling this. Maybe he's taking on too much and needs assistance? For a moment, she considers enlisting another one of her children. ]

I will see to it that we have an armory set up for everyone soon.

[Such a formal thanks. She's almost not sure how to respond to it.]

Far be it from me to see a world be consumed in chaos and sit idly by, rather it be my world or another. [Armor, though...?] I don't believe so.

But yes, an armory would be greatly appreciated. [Since she's kind of a glass cannon that can't break others first, it may be better to learn how to use physical armor. Yet another thing she has to ask- not to even mention the extent she needs to question about the specifics of her magic 'change'...] If I may ask, what's your name? You definitely know far more about this world than I do.

Alexstrasza. [ A simple name without a title attached. Unlike her siblings, she's not one to boast unless necessary. Further talk with the other dragons within the sanctum may reveal their names primarily end in the same few letters. ] And your name, I am afraid I forgot to ask it of you.

[ She spoke so much of things she didn't understand so it's possible a name was slipped in that she failed to catch. ]

My children do not take to fighting kindly, but we have been forced to take action against my siblings. Treacherous times are upon us, but with your aid... perhaps we can open their eyes in time before the soil is soaked through with blood.

Alexstrasza...

[What a curious woman, really. Odd garb, at least, in comparison to her previous world- kindness, of course, and... well, the eyes really are the most prominent part. And her horns. On closer inspection, they aren't just attachments, are they?] I'll remember that. My name is Amane Kuzuryu- you can call me Amane.

[Her introduction is still rinsed-and-repeated from previous ones, but she tries not to make it sound mechanical.] Your siblings? You don't mean...

...The other Flights? [Oh. Oh, fuck, that makes sense too, doesn't it? She could heal a dragon of any color, so technical problems in relation to helping other flights was rendered a nil explanation for why they couldn't drag back other colors. My children, she says- the humans are split between the Flights, and the dragons much more obviously so... siblings-

She's someone important. That much is certain.] I hope so... with the combined effort of everyone, we may be a formidable power.

[Unfortunately, power is the only real way to shoehorn change in.] I take it that most parties aren't open to diplomatic reasoning for one reason or another?

[ The talk of politics is something she's not ready to share with a newcomer yet, but there's no way to dismiss the topic without coming off as rude. ]

Not for now. [ That's as polite as a dismissal as she can muster. ]

Amane, there is not much we can do between ourselves while those demons roam free. That battle must be conquered first for everyone's sake.

[That answer is okay to her, actually. She's had to deal with a fair share of... unsavory details before.]

The demons... [This really is familiar, isn't it? Trying to compete against Chaos, the War of Bel, dragging Kazuya up to Messiah status... trying to implement her own plan, while everyone fought against each other, when they still shared a common enemy with the demons.

Alignment wars.]

I see. Do we know anything about where they come from?

Little. [ There's much to learn about them, but as one of the Titan's chosen ones, she has been able to take a guess at their purpose. ] Their goal is to eliminate all life in each world connected to ours. As for how they are here or why... [ She pauses.

Meddling high elves is the likely cause, but no need to make an enemy of another race just yet. ]

It is of no importance for now. What is important is we push back against their army and restore peace where we can. Everything else will happen... in due time.

[She's getting a tiny bit suspicious, mostly because she's hid some pretty sacrilegious information in a familiar way herself- but doesn't bring it up.]

I see... each world... do we have information on their advancements and forces, then?

[She doesn't like war planning. Or battle planning in general.

Unfortunately, she's kinda grown good at it.]

Not much. [ Frowning, it's a bit personal to be bringing up, but she forces herself to say it anyway. ] The general of our own forces was killed recently.

[ Meaning they are scattered within their ranks. Were it not for Krasus, the Red Dragonflight would be more scattered. ]

It will take time to find a suit--[ A long pause. ]--able replacement. Forgive me, this topic is not an easy one.

[Ah. It's alright, then. She'll move on quickly.]

It's fine. [The general... this really is a predicament. So, if that's why they were brought here...]

I will see to it that the demons are driven back. [It's a very heavy promise to make, especially with the issues riddling her powers- but Amane isn't saying it spur-of-the-moment. She will fucking do it, or die trying. If there's anything she's sure of, sitting by the sidelines is something she was taught to never do.

For the sake of the people... even if they're not her own.]

Your aid is appreciated, but do not overwork yourself. [ Either she can tell or she's just very motherly. ] There is much to do here.

I admit that we should have been better prepared for your arrival. There are things you will need that we do not have yet.

[ Beds are probably the most important thing. ] The process will be slow and there will be bumps along the way. Conflicts between my children and my champions.

I only hope you will be able to work matters out between yourselves. [ Mothers apparently can't be everywhere. ]

sometimes you can't make it

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