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[theshadowkissed]

Who: Greensworn and you
What: Befriending Derenaar
Where: Derenaar and surrounding areas
When: July 12-20
Warnings: bad Darnassian grammar, possible demon killings

[OOC: This post is for any and all interaction with Derenaar and the Greensworn helping the elves from scouring demons to rearranging the greenery to other daily quests up to and including showing other Dragonsworn around. Please remember to add your tag to the post.]


[When the Greensworn arrived at Derenaar, they weren't entirely sure what to expect. Were these elves going to be like the Sin'thalas elves and wish their destruction because of some grudge against the dragons? Or would they be more like the elves of Silverglen Retreat, willing to allow them access and trade but stay distant? What they hadn't expected was - after a lengthy conversation in Darnassian between Rose Hathaway and the elven leaders of Derenaar - to be welcomed in with open arms to the city.

With it being better than initially expected, the Greensworn set about proving themselves by helping out in Derenaar. It seemed a bag of demon heads and a few Kaldorei druids that still honored the Green Flight went a long way.]

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[theshadowkissed]

A: [Rose was sitting in the tavern with a plate of food and what looked like a map of sorts. It was a beautiful map, from one the Derenaar's cartographers, and covered in Darnassian script. It was about time she knew what this world looked like, though there was still a lot on this map she couldn't decipher and she'd been warned by the cartographer that it was from before the Burning Legion's arrival.

Things were bound to be out of date.]


B: [Toward the end of the week, a rumbling could be heard over in the less populated section of the elven city. Drawing close, the vibrations could be felt as well as heard as a large tree was moving, reaching higher into the sky, branches spreading out and roots pulling themselves somewhat out of the ground to create a large hollow underneath it.

Before the tree was Rose with sweat dripping down her face and a look of extreme concentration and strain upon it. Moving a tree this large wasn't hard; it was the care and detail needed to shape it into the lodge she was making it into that was the problem. The precision she was using was exhausting her and, once she was satisfied and released her power, the dhampir dropped to her knees, panting, and braced herself on the ground with her hands.

Eyes closed, she fought back the urge to throw up and willed herself not to pass out. Holy hell, she was never going to make another tree lodge again.]


C: [At various times throughout the week, Rose would patrol the woods surrounding Derenaar. In full green-tinted mail with the forest green drape down her back and a large two-handed sword, the dhampir typically chose evenings on into the night to watch for demons, trolls - she'd actually seen a small group of them once and she'd thought the night elves were weird looking - and any dragonsworn from other flights.

She wasn't expecting any problems, but she'd learned one could never be sure on Azeroth.]

B

[heartstorage]

[Sora had been wandering around the town, taking in the sights. He was glad they made so much progress in befriending these people- they seem pretty nice!]

[It's the sound of the tree limbs moving that attracts him. He heads on over and catches sight of Rose moving the branches. It's safe to say he's awed, watching with an open mouth and expressing a "Whoa".. as they move.]

[At least, until she drops to her knees. Then he snaps out of his awe and runs over here]

Rose! You okay?

[theshadowkissed]

[It took Rose a moment to realize that someone was talking to her. She managed a nod before leaning down to press her forehead to the ground as if she could gain some kind of stabilization from it.

At least that urge to throw up faded.]

Probably. If I pass out, just... just drag me into the lodge I made.

[heartstorage]

[He kneels down next to her, looking concerned]

Did you use too much magic? [Glancing at the tree. Yeah. He's pretty sure doing something like that was beyond his current power levels] And hey, don't pass out on me yet. I have some water, if you need it.

C

[telaari]

[Toward the end of the week, Vas approaches the route Rose uses on her patrols. She's dressed herself in a simple cloth robe instead of her usual armor, and she's covered her head and most of her face with a cowled cloak, but there should be no mistaking the person under it all. Especially so since she hasn't given up her sword or her shield.]

[A master of disguise she is not, but it should not be immediately obvious to any Kaldorei in the area that she is the spitting image of an Eredar. Even under the cloak, though, there's no hiding that questioning tilt of her head, nor the curiosity in her voice.]

You had something to tell me in person, Rose?

[theshadowkissed]

[There was indeed no mistaking the draenei, but that didn't mean Rose didn't find the whole 'disguise' funny. In fact, she started laughing so much she had to lean against a nearby tree.]

What on Earth made you decide on that getup?

[telaari]

[One might interpret the sudden jerk of her head as alarm, but it's honestly hard to tell when she's so covered up.]

I-is that so funny? I didn't want to compromise your efforts here.

C

[hectorcantgofast]

Hold up for a moment.

[Lyn was working to catch up. She honestly didn't do too well in forests and had to pick her way through the brush so she didn't get caught up on something. Her pet fared a lot better, braving its way through branches without any help.]

You shouldn't be going out alone.

[theshadowkissed]

[Rose waited for Lyn to catch up.]

This is just normal patrols. I'll be fine, but you look like you're having a bit of trouble. Might me what you're wearing.

C

[seesbosscrotch]

Call this a crazy question, but...

[Up walks the paladin, as unsubtle as ever in his own personal choice of plate mail, one hand lifted in the greeting he hadn't offered verbally.]

...are you out here prepared to engage demons entirely on your own, without your entire flight showing up to yell at you over it?

[theshadowkissed]

That is a weird question. [Rose turned toward Maridian and rest her sword casually on her shoulder.]

My entire flight generally doesn't yell at me about anything, but I think that's mostly because they know I'm both capable and our leader. But reality is that I'm on patrol, have a couple flightmates within distance to aid me should demons come this way, and there aren't many demon incursions this far south anyways.

Also, this is Derenaar. [She jerked her thumb back toward the elven city.] The Greensworn support it. Hence the patrols, though we're more worried about trolls than demons right now. We already cleared the two demon scouting parties out a few days ago.

C - sure am gonna bother you with two chars yep yep

[wilder]

[It was pretty normal for Zelos to travel the woods alone. It was pretty easy to stay away from danger when your hearing was as good as his. And even the smaller demon groups he had little trouble handling on his own.]

[Plus frankly, he wasn't all that fond of people.]

[Still, when he hears Rose heading his way, he decides to not to veer off and wait for her. Since hey, haven't seen her in awhile.]

What do you know, it's a small forest after all.

the more the merrier

[theshadowkissed]

Long time, no see, Kane. And yeah, that's what I'm going to call you because Kaneis feels weird in my mouth.

[Rose leaned against a tree.] Seriously, what kind of name is that?

C

[trampledintheprocess]

Washington is out in the woods around the city, but it's not for anything too ominous. Just hunting and working with his blue raptor pet. Today, he'd lost track of time a bit, and he suspects he might be lost with the oncoming dark.

Typical Wash.

[theshadowkissed]

After a while, he started to see the traces of an elven city and a voice called down to him from one of the large trees nearby.

"Seen any demons while out today?"

A glance up will show Rose in her mail, sitting in the crook of a sturdy branch with her sword resting across her lap.

[heartstorage]

[A. The Forests]

[Like many of the other Greensworn, Sora is spending what time he can patrolling the forests within the range of Derenaar - and maybe a bit beyond it because it's not like there's a clear border.]

[Since it seems like a good time to practice his new power, you might catch sight of what looks like a young black lion, skulking through the forest as he looks for something. Even if his coloring makes him blend, he shouldn't be too hard to spot- he's still working on that whole stealth thing.]

[B. Derenaar]

[Later on, he can be found in the village, back in human form. Trying to improve relations, he's helping out with any small job he can. Right now, it seems to be looking for a couple lost pets. And he's searching by checking every nook and cranny he can. Since man, puppies can get anywhere if you let them. He knows this very well. Though, you may catch hi muttering to himself]

Man, why is it always puppies?

A

[ninjacques]

[At least Sora wouldn't be out alone. Perhaps now and then, the boy-turned-lion might catch sight of an eagle beyond the leafy canopy, gliding idly in the skies.

Of course, at a much lower level, yet still well above the forest floor, Jacques is also keeping an eye out, although he's had a lot more practice by way of not being noticed.]

[heartstorage]

[Upon looking up, he does spot the hawk. And he even recognizes it! That's Jacques's companion, isn't it? Maybe that means that Jacques is somewhere around here. ]

[And so Jacques might see Sora trying to scan the area, trying to get a glimpse of his flightmate]

[ninjacques]

[As he usually did when he was with Geddoe and the other mercenaries of the group, he let others handle the talking. In this case, he'd already fallen into the habit of letting Rose handle being ringleader. Besides, she had a much better handle of Dernassian than anyone else of their group, although no one could say that Jacques hadn't tried to learn the language. He doesn't trust his pronunciations, but at least he can pick out a few words from listening.

Once they have been welcomed into Derenaar, the hunter doesn't waste too much time in trying to learn the layout of the city and perhaps seeing where he can be of use.]

A
[It hasn't taken long for some of the residents to realize that Jacques is more of the silent sort, and while the large bow gun that he carries is a little intimidating, they've found the hunter to be quite cooperative when it comes to assistance with simple tasks. In this case, it's just a matter of helping some of the greenery within the city to look their best, and when it comes to Greensworn magic, that's one that the hunter is most comfortable with.]


B
[It wouldn't be surprising to see that Jacques spends most of his time outside of the city than inside. He feels more comfortable out in the trees and where he can keep an eye on things, and if he isn't watching the main paths to the city somewhere from the branches, then he's out hunting and or patrolling with Hawk, his eagle.]

[seesbosscrotch]

[Mar arrives fairly early in the week, and quite frankly he probably stands out more than most thanks to his plate armor, weapon obviously taken from a troll, and being a Sin'dorei who looks so close to belonging but not quite that he's right in the uncanny valley of appropriate appearance here.]

[This discourages him not at all, and he immediately plunges into the markets and stores for negotiations -- a man on a mission, if you care to cross his path and say hello.]

[ninjacques]

[They were details enough to make him stick out of the crowd. Jacques would have preferred one of the other Greensworn to address him, but since it seemed that no one else was around at the moment, the young hunter approaches in his quiet way.]

....

[Okay, Jacques, maybe you should at least say something.]

[seesbosscrotch]

[After a moment of mutual silence, Mar figures he'd better be the one to speak!]

Anaria shola.

[Good work, Mar.]

[traitre]

[Just outside town, Qilby's stumbled upon three bowmen.

It's clear at a glance that neither of them are real soldiers, merely civilians looking to defend their borders. It would be a simple matter to just overpower them-- but unless he's trying to create more work for himself, he needs to keep his interactions with any Night Elf strictly peaceful. So through a combination of the handful of words in Darnassian he's picked up here and there and crude sign language, he manages to communicate Silverglen and friend but it's obvious the bowmen are still skeptical.

Qilby holds back a a grimace. If these were any other elves, he'd just plant whatever damned truth he wanted in their heads and be done with it. But it seems there's at least one weakness to the Blacksworn gift of "persuasion": he can't force a lie on someone if they can't even understand a word he's saying. Wonderful.

He might be here a while... Unless some charitable soul happens along, that is.]

[theshadowkissed]

[One of the bowmen disappeared into the forest after telling the blacksworn to while the other kept their bows trained on Qilby. A few minutes later, Rose arrived with the elf that had gone to get her. She wasn't wearing her armor, though she was still armed with the large sword, though it rest across her back.]

Hey, old man. What brings you south?

[traitre]

[His face doesn't betray his surprise when a familiar Greensworn shows up on the scene. Well, well, well. He addresses Rose coolly, as if he's not at risk of being used as an elven pincushion.]

Merely gathering some reagents that grow best in this area. [Which is true, and he indicates as much by reaching into the pack slung over his one good shoulder (flinching when one of the elves pulls his bowstring even more taut) and holding up a bundle of pale-blue blooms. Innocent, see?

He may have come here for ingredients, but-- the Green Dragonflight, here? Suddenly he's found something far more interesting.]

They answer to you? Perhaps you could ask them to lower their weapons before I'm forced to retaliate with my... [He smiles, brandishing the flowers mock-threateningly.] ...Dangerous flowers?