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.]

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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Things were bound to be out of date.]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.]

[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?

[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.]

[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.]