sometimes you can't make it

[modforged]

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!]

Comments

[lifeforged]

Another Dragonflight? The Infinite? It's enough to cause alarm within her, but none of it shows as her gaze remains steady as ever. Whatever she may be thinking won't come to mind, but this is something she'll bring up to Krasus later.

"Good to know." A flight that is akin to the Bronze Dragonflight when it came to their powers? Then again, Krasus was here as well and that was just as confusing as the rest. "Who is their leader?"

[seesbosscrotch]

"That... hell with it, I'm sure Nozdormu knows." And no one else would believe him. "The leader of the Infinite is Murozond, who rules it from a distant possible future in which Azeroth has fallen to the whoa shouldn't tell you that one!" He held up his hands like a barrier between them. He had no doubt that Alexstraza could do basic anagrams, but was Neltharion even Deathwing at this point?

"Uh, anyway! Usually the Bronze Dragonflight would send people back in time in period-appropriate disguises to put right what they were trying to screw up, but now here are a bunch of us looking blatantly out of place, so I wonder..."

[lifeforged]

He was, but not to her. He won't be Deathwing to her for a very, very, very long time. As problematic as her thoughts are when it comes to Neltharion himself, he does raise a more valid concern.

"We will need to outfit you properly." Disguises aren't really going to work out so well, but giving them proper armor can be of some use. "I will speak to Krasus and make it happen."

[seesbosscrotch]

"I hope not too properly. I'm rather fond of what I'm wearing. But some of the allies we've got here are definitely short in the armor-and-weapons department." To put it mildly...