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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.]

Comments

[theshadowkissed]

Yeah... I've kind of gathered that from Vastania. She's really frustrated over it. But hopefully a good kick in the tail and a really clunky human Armed Forces from my world analogy gets her pointed in the right direction. Or something. Before I decide to take drastic measures.

[Rose didn't understand Azeroth, that was certain, but she was dedicated to protecting the Dragomir Princess she was promised to back home. The only way she could do that was defeating the Burning Legion here.]

But I'll only do that if it looks like you all are going to come to internal blows over something as retarded as too many chiefs, not enough Indians.

[seesbosscrotch]

The Vindicator, unfortunately, is one of the loudest of the voices I spoke of. [Again, quite cheerful. Why bother making any big fuss out of just how much her rejection of all that he had done stung? He's a liar in her eyes, and so be it. All the better in the long run.] At this rate, I would not be surprised if you found yourself in that position.

[theshadowkissed]

Vas is a bit stiff, yeah, but she's got a good heart. She's all excited that I've apparently been chosen by the Light. She just needs to loosen up some. You know, good at leading a charge, but not so much leading a diverse group. Compromise isn't exactly her thing.

[Rose shrugged.] But I'll give it time, just like I'm giving the Queen D time to get her ducks in a row about a few things. I can be patient like that when I want to be.

[seesbosscrotch]

You've summed her up precisely. I suspect she's the most likely to take the lead should she ever gather up the internal strength to do it... although that will ultimately leave my abilities completely wasted, and shut out any Dragonsworn who use questionable powers for good ends. That eventuality worries me.

[theshadowkissed]

I... I don't really think she wants to lead. She just realizes there needs to be leadership, and if no one else will do it... In that way, she's kind of like me. I took up the mantle because without it, my flight had no direction and without it they were going to get picked off. Everyone else, just sort of fell into line behind me.

[She tilted her head a bit as something dawned on her.] That's not the first time that's happened to me, now that I think about it. Weird.

Anyways, this is where my weird Armed Forces analogy kind of works. Different specialized groups within your flight, each with its own leader, and then those leaders all meet in a council to decide how best to approach the threat, utilizing their respective strengths.

[seesbosscrotch]

From what I know of her, she lacks any confidence in herself. If she could gain that, then she would be as well-suited for the job as anyone... and would believe in herself. That seems to be all she needs to be suited for the task.

[As to the rest, well. That assumed any of the flight believed certain members had any strengths whatsoever, and weren't to just be shuttled around like pawns, useless and pointless. He said nothing, but his silence on that matter speaks volumes.]

[theshadowkissed]

[Yeah, well, that was that and the last Rose was going to bring up her stupid analogy.]

So, question then. Is Vas... young for a draenei? Cause that would explain a lot.

[seesbosscrotch]

It would be impolite of me to have ever asked, you know! [Mar can't help but laugh, because there's no way that could have ended well -- both because of the draenei longevity leading them to have little perspective on what 'young' is to a 'lesser' race, and the sheer affront Vas would've taken. It's a real and heart laugh... he needed that.]

I'm guessing yes.

[theshadowkissed]

I just thought that maybe you'd know being as you're both from Azeroth! I can look at a human and tell if they're old or not based on how they look. I can do the same with Moroi, not to mention my own race.

There's no delicate way to ask someone from another race how old they are and what exactly that means in the scope of their racial lifespan. Where I come from, people are lucky to live past a hundred years unless their evil undead assholes.

[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.

[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'.

[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]

Is that like the elf version of Vindicator?

[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.

[theshadowkissed]

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

[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]

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

[seesbosscrotch]

As long as it takes when a lovely lady is asking me to dinner! [He bows so grandly, he can't be entirely serious.] Though I warn you, I know a phenomenal amount of Azerothian history and culture, so if you ask me questions on that subject, you had best be prepared for answers!

[theshadowkissed]

I think I can handle you, bucko. [Rose laughed a little. As crazy as Maridian was, he was also fun to be around. Even if it did make her head hurt sometimes.]

How about you meet me in town in about... [She glanced up at the sun to approximate time since her gauntlets covered her watch.] Five hours? Just don't go causing problems or I'm going to be forced to kick you out. And I really don't want to have to do that.

[seesbosscrotch]

Handle me? Is that a threat or a promise? [He grins, cocking a finger at her with such smarm that he can't possibly be serious. But who could turn down the opportunity for that line?]

I'll see you then, with the promise of seeing you as a guarantee of my good behavior.

[theshadowkissed]

You'll just have to find out. [Rose could dig the non-serious flirting. It was harmless, in her opinion.]

Get going. I'll see you later.

[seesbosscrotch]

[Totally harmless. Mar pretty much counts on a complete lack of success in his flirtations, much as he counts on the occasional sunrise.]

[On that note, he salutes by drawing a fist up to his chest, then turns with a cheerful wave as he heads back to his business. In five hours, she'll find that he has a pretty darn decent sense of time.]

[theshadowkissed]

[And Rose had taken the time to change out of her armor into the more comfortable jeans and leather jacket.]

Did you order yet?

[seesbosscrotch]

[Yeah, Mar just doesn't change out of his armor. Apparently ever. On the other hand, he wears the stuff like a second skin, apparently unaware that a massive suit of armor ought to inhibit his movements in any way. And he looks pretty cool in it, right?]

Why, of course not! What discourtesy would that be to you?

[In fact he rises and bows in courtly greeting to her, just to cement the whole 'courtesy' thing.]

[theshadowkissed]

[He also stands out like a sore thumb at the tavern, but he tended to stand out like that anywhere, cool armor or not. Rose, personally, didn't like plate, preferring mail, as the plate made her feel a little claustrophobic for some reason.]

You take that whole chivalry thing and kick it up ten notches, don't you?

[She took a seat.]