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

[guerriera]

[ Someone isn't remotely intimidated by the loss of smile. If anything, green gaze remains fixed on him,

None of us had any warning. [best she could tell anyway. She gave a half-shouldered shrug.] But if you had the luxury of being snug asleep in bed, sounds like your world's more restful than mine.

[ ..Not necessarily peaceful. The man's build certainly suggested physical power, if nothing else. ]

[misterbrief]

Some of us have already worked to attain that kind of peace, thank you very much. [He sneers back at her.]

Besides. Don't try to tell me you never take that armor off. Unless of course you never shower or clean yourself, which might explain the smell. [He indicates toward the gauntlet he'd dropped.]

[guerriera]

Well, good for you. [She sighs, but resists the urge to roll her eyes. Barely.] My world's still in the thick of it. Got brought here directly from combat.

[ ..just not with the aliens. But he doesn't need to know that. ]

[ When he comments on smell, she does roll her eyes, before gesturing to the cloths still stacks on one of the rocks behind him. ]

This suit may be designed for long term exposure to different environments, but armor maintenance is important. If there's a smell, well.. [she ducks down, picking up the abandoned gauntlet and turning to show the black ichor stuck there; there's a clear expression of distaste.] I happened to get more hands-on time with our new adversaries than I was expecting.

[misterbrief]

[He peers at the ichor, it looked gross and MAN WOULD HE BE MAD if that was all over him. He'll silently thank the stars he didn't fight anything that spit out nasty anything at him.]

You're lucky that's not eating through your armor. Besides... [He takes a look around, and actually stops being a jerk for a minute-] I don't think you're going to be able to maintenance that here, it seems this is going to be another undeveloped planet. [Back in Luceti, he'd met people who didn't even know what a car was. It was a sad, sad day.] I'll be lucky if I can even manage to find the spare parts just to make a motor out here, let alone anything advanced.

[guerriera]

So it seems.

[She had moved away from where people were drinking and bathing just in case the toxicity could cause contamination, but so far it just..acted much like blood. Incredibly gross, smelly blood. A small price to pay, really.]

[The fact he seems to drop the posturing, even if it's just for a moment, gives Carolina pause. Green eyes flicker to one side, before taking it at face value. For now.]

I noticed. [distaste turns into grimace] Even the demons of this Legion don't seem to utilize any equipment in the field, whatever their home dimension. I'll have to make the most of what I have, for as long as I have it.

[misterbrief]

They don't need equipment, they've got magic. [He sneers.]

Little devils were shooting fireballs at us, and I've got the feeling that was just the tip of the iceberg. [He might still be a bit bitter about almost having his ass handed to him by a couple of imps.]

[guerriera]

Not something common in your universe, either?

[ She stared at her gauntlet a moment, trying to process the mess she was in inspite of the pain in her head. ]

And it seems like that mage, Krasus, knows the most about what's going on. Guess we'll have to wait for him to resurface tomorrow to ask questions, when more people have recovered.

[misterbrief]

Powerful magic that matters isn't common. [And he's glad for that.] And that Krasus fellow better stay in hiding, when I get my hands on him I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.

[guerriera]

If his magic is responsible for bringing us here-- [she looks now, across the idylic-seeming meadow, recovering redsworn, and its graveyard of newly sprouting trees] --then mind you don't piss him off.

I think we all have a lot of questions.

[misterbrief]

[He glares at her with a 'don't tell me what to do' look.]

He better answer them all. And then some, if he knows what's good for him. The nerve.

[guerriera]

[Her answering look is an unimpressed "don't be such a baby". But her tone remains civil. ]

Until then, we sit tight. [she sniffs lightly, then with more intent, before her head turns quizzically towards the scent of something /burning/.] ...what the hell is that?

[misterbrief]

[His head follows suit.]

I don't know. There's an idiot over there cooking something, and it smells awful. [But it's food. Can't argue about food.]

[guerriera]

Great. Just great.

[she shakes her head] I think I'll have to pass. Not sure I want to find out what passes for food here just yet.

[And she still needs to finish up cleaning. Have to look presentable, after all.]