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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!]
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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"You know of me, yet I know nothing of you."
Meaning he must be another hero from a parallel Azeroth. It causes her heart to ache to think of the Burning Legion attacking their beautiful world in the future even when they are done here, but it can't be helped, can it? Maybe her brother would know more, but they aren't exactly on speaking terms.
"Will you tell me?"
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Bariyan raises his head, but remains kneeling. He spots all his armor scattered around and feels a brief burst of embarrassment, a flashback to his own childhood, his mother scolding him for leaving his room in disarray after play. And now he's left his damn armor all over the floor in the room of the mother of all mothers. Where are his manners? He should've at least put them in a pile by a tree or something. Somewhere where people wouldn't trip on them.
Bariyan coughs, and hastily aims his grin back to the ground.
"Bariyan Kozar," he starts, "of... paladin, of another Azeroth. You are in that Azeroth too. That is how I know of you."
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"Another from Azeroth?" Spoken mostly to reassure him that this isn't the first time she's had a conversation like this and to alleviate the tension of the matter. "Nozdormu must be enjoying this..."
They're at war and she still speaks of her enemy fondly.
He introduces himself as a paladin, yet he was struggling a moment ago with calling forth whatever it is he believes in.
"You still have your faith?"
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There's a long hesitation before he continues.
"I mean... yes, I still believe, I will still live and die by the Light, always -- but for some reason, it will no longer come to me." He holds up a hand and tries to summon it again; the tips of his fingers glow yellow, just for a few seconds, before fading away. "Except like this."
He raises his eyes to the Lifebinder's and smiles, weakly. "I can't say I understand why."