Welcome to the City of Artists. [OPEN]

[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.]

Comments

[seesbosscrotch]

The truth is, some of the draenei people recently arrived on Azeroth a few years ago, which to them is something like a few weeks ago might be to you or -- ah, actually, I take that back, because I'm not even certain how to relate the perspective considering we elves are considered a long-lived race by many. I'm well over the hundred you describe as lucky, and yet my years are a mere blink to a draenei, the oldest of which have lived more centuries than I have years by far.

But really, a small number of draenei have been on Azeroth for a very short amount of time. I doubt they'd consider themselves 'from Azeroth' in any sense of the word, except as having been there in my time as well as this one.

[wilder]

A cooking herb to a symbolic flower. Yeah, I can see why it changed.

[he shrugs; he's got no real reason to lie anymore]

I needed a name change and Kaneis was the first to pop in my head. Not the greatest, but I'll take it over something like Eugene.

[theshadowkissed]

Well, yeah, Vas gave me the Cliffnotes version of her people's history and why the elves have cause to think she might be with the Burning Legion. Okay, okay, I get your point. Sometimes it's nice to know who falls into my 'age group' in the relative sense of things.

I'm considered a 'young adult'.

[theshadowkissed]

[And it doesn't feel ancient. Rosemarie was something old British ladies were called.]

Anything would be better than Eugene. And I guess being sucked to a new world where no one knew you is a good chance to reinvent yourself. Hope the name thing's been working out for you.

[wilder]

You mean aside getting dragged into two inter-dimensional wars? Yeah, it's been peachy.

[Seriously. Talk about bad luck]

So what brings you out here into the forest? Patrolling, gathering food or your flightmates just that annoying?

[theshadowkissed]

There are worse things out there. [Like being dead. Or undead.]

Now you've managed to come across me while on patrol. Most of my flightmates are nearby. There's this elven city not too far away called Derenaar. We managed an alliance with them, so I'm out here making sure no demons or trolls have come too close to them for comfort.

[traitre]

[That last remark raises his hackles immediately. Talking like that she almost sounds like Yugo, like a child who thinks she knows everything, thinks she has all the answers... She has no idea whats best for him (the boy certaintly didn't either) and her presumption that she does nearly has him saying as much before he can stop himself lashing out.

Careful, he has to remind himself -- you haven't lasted these past few millennia by challenging every display of idiocy you're subjected to. It takes considerable effort to keep his smile from slipping, but hey. At least he didn't start a fight.

His nod is imperceptibly stiff.] Of course, anything to help.

It's good work you're doing here, I must say. [He waves his hand. The airiness in the gesture masks the maliciousness hidden deep, deep beneath his words.] I was just thinking it was high time the other flights started doing something to make friendly with our neighbours.

[seesbosscrotch]

Then we're in the same boat! I just hit adulthood a few short years ago myself, the same time I took up the mantle of a Blood Knight.

[theshadowkissed]

Eventually, this city will be a hub for every flight. I'd like for us all to be able to work together some day so we can take of the Burning Legion and finally get to go home. But the elves are very slow to change their views on things.

I hope you can understand that it will take time before these elves are willing to entertain the idea of another flight walking freely through their streets. I don't want any conflict.

[wilder]

Yeah. Least I'm pretty.

[Because that'd be worse than being in a war]

Oh yeah? Good for you guys. What's Derenaar like?

[theshadowkissed]

Is that like the elf version of Vindicator?

[theshadowkissed]

If everything goes as planned, hopefully I can get the elves to like the rest of the flights. But trying to get these elves to change their minds on things is a pain in the ass.

This city is full or artists and entertainers. It's a craftsman's city. There's always something going on, if you can understand what they're saying.

[seesbosscrotch]

[And that sends Mar off on another fit of laughter.]

If you ever say that, the draenei will be mortally offended, no matter how true it is in practice.

[wilder]

[He snorts] Yeah, tell me about it. Where I'm from, elven stubbornness is stronger than any other race's. And considering what the others are like, that's really saying something.

[Seriously, still holding grudges from thousands of years ago man]

Hm, sounds like a fun place. I could see why they'd want to get protection from the Sworn.

[theshadowkissed]

Oh? And why's that? Sounds like there's a story there.

[theshadowkissed]

I'm starting to think that any race that's expected to live for hundreds and hundreds of years is allergic to change and adaptation.

[traitre]

[He arches a brow. His reply is slow, deliberate.] There won't be any.

Have any other Dragonsworn been causing trouble? Or am I the only one receiving this speech? [His little laugh says it's not a problem, he understands, he's simply being flippant-- but no, really. Is there a reason he's being reminded so much not to cause any conflict? Anything he should be concerned about other people knowing (or believing?)]

[seesbosscrotch]

An extensive one! Perhaps one not best told while you're actually... doing important things, you know. Not that I haven't been keeping you from it, but if it might be more politic to meet up later...?

[theshadowkissed]

[Oh, there are reasons, but it's mostly unproven suspicious at the moment. Easy to pass off as something else.]

Not yet and I just want to make sure of it. So far, any other dragonsworn that has wandered this way I consider friends, so I know they won't do anything. I don't really know you.

Don't worry; there will be others told the same thing if they come this way. The Derenaar elves expect me to be clear.

[theshadowkissed]

Stories are better told over a meal anyways. Are you going to be in the area long?

[wilder]

Yeah, seems like. Makes me sure hope I don't live that long.

[heartstorage]

[He's sorry he is just young and full of energy!]

[Luckily, he won't dart off too far ahead- he's not that reckless. Every once and awhile he'll stall and look back over his shoulder to see if Jacques is following.]

[Though he's practically bouncing in spot. Come on man it's been like a month since he's gotten to kill anything!]

[ninjacques]

[Wow Sora, vicious!

Jacques won't lag too far behind at least, but at the rate Sora's going, it shouldn't be any surprise for him to come across a small group of Felguard first. At least they'll be surprised too?]

[traitre]

No. I suppose you don't know me.

I'd hoped to rectify that sooner, but I do have a tendency to get caught up in my research sometimes. [He rests his hand on the pack at his side. Unless he's got a bunch of book-shaped herbs in there, plants aren't the only thing he carries with him, apparently.]

And I'd hoped to do so under better circumstances, too. Such as... Somewhere where you don't have to rescue me from territorial elves. [He cants his head.] Perhaps another time? You're always welcome at Silverglen, and I should thank you properly after all.

[And he should have a chance to pick the brain of the whelp calling herself leader of the Greensworn.]

[heartstorage]

[He's the cutest little killer okay!]

[Oh he does. It's not too long with running ahead does he start to hear the sounds of the group. He slows down and tries to move quieter- attempting to use his small and dark body to blend into the shadows of the forest to at least try to get a good look at these guys.]

[He should do this long enough to give Jacques a chance to get ready himself if he catches up]