Staring into the eternal blackness... which isn't very black. [Open]

[seesbosscrotch]

Oftentimes, when he had nothing better to do -- which, having failed to find any role on this ship that was suitable for him, was often indeed -- Maridian came up to the Obs Deck, sat on one of the squashy meat-couches, and simply stared out into the Bleed.

The space outside the ship seemed to have hypnotic, or at least comforting, qualities about it, for times like these were one of the rare times he took off his backpacks, his weapons, and even his armor. The heavy plate disguised the fact that, under all that thick metal and padding, the elf was more slender and wiry than a human in his shape would have been.

There on the couch, he held a massive sword in his lap, tending to its needs with whetstone and honing oil. His mace and his other sword lay beside him, next in line for the attention they deserved, and from there he would doubtless move on to the armor that sat nearby.

Quiet consideration of the space through which they traveled, with only the soft rasp of stone against -- well, whatever the blade was, it probably wasn't steel. A quite sort of meditation for a fairly loud and not usually sedate paladin.

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[shiest_sunbeam]

She looked back and blinked a few times, smiling weakly.

"There's quite a few spots in Outland where you can do that, I can't say I didn't get distracted more than once and found myself having to scramble an escape from falling off the ledge." Ronnae laughed a bit sheepishly.

[seesbosscrotch]

"You know where it was the worst? Anywhere the stupid Dragonmaw clan had set up! Especially those RACES, did you ever do those?" His sympathy if she had; he was a paladin, he could swap to 'Sader Aura for the help!

[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae looked up in thought, trying to figure out what he was talking about and then it hit her.

"Oh! No, not me, but I do know what you are talking about. My brother was one of the infiltrators of that particular camp to help the netherdrakes of Shadowmoon. Though he did say that their pilots were second rate and that he didn't understand why so many of his comrades failed horribly..." She paused and shook her head, laughing a bit.

"Then again, he's an overachiever by nature, always proving he's the best. I guess that's why he ended up being a Magister. I sort of wish I had even a drop of his confidence."

[seesbosscrotch]

"A Magister, huh? Did he get his own terrace?" Mar said with a sly grin at his own (terrible) joke.

[shiest_sunbeam]

Of course Ronnae wouldn't have gotten it so she simply blinked and shook her head.

"No, he lives with us, most of us do, either at our parents homes or at one of the other houses."

[seesbosscrotch]

"Oh? Where did you live?" He'd been all over everywhere, after all. It was good to share talk about common ground with someone.

[shiest_sunbeam]

"Me? Well, we lived in Silvermoon at the time." she said offhandedly as she leaned against the wall closest to him.

[seesbosscrotch]

"I'd complain that I never got to meet you, but then again, after I was inducted as a Blood Knight I was barely ever in Silvermoon anyway!" he said, shrugging. "I suppose technically I still have a home there, but..."

[shiest_sunbeam]

"Well, it's a rather large city and usually very busy. It's extremely hard sometimes to even meet some people who live close to you so I'm not surprised we haven't met before." Even if she had bitter memories of the majestic elven city, it was still home.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Like I said, I barely go back there, except for holidays," he said, shrugging. "Still, that's something for me to note for future reference. 'Look up cute orc girl'." He mimed writing that, for lack of actual note paper.

[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae laughed timidly, her face going red as she brushed one of her bangs off her face only to have it fall back in place.

"Well if we ever meet, I'm sure we could hang out or something."

[seesbosscrotch]

"Yes, we very much should!" He smiled as he set down Zin'rokh, now sharpened and polished to perfection, and moved to pick up his next weapon.

[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae eyed his weapons with a curious interest, being well versed in most if not all herself.

"All of these are from your travels I assume?"

[seesbosscrotch]

"More or less! Come on, you gotta recognize Quel'delar," he said, hefting the allegedly legendary blade. "For a while there, EVERYone had one of these. Mine's #32, I think."

[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae blinked a few times, "Well yeah, I recognize it. Papa had one similar. People said that Lord lor'themar simply kept the original but made sure to have his finest craftmen craft similar blades to those who proved themselves in the North."

[seesbosscrotch]

Mar burst into laughter. "Oh, is that the story they're putting around now? Well, if that's true, then good on the Regent of Quel'thelas for managing to smuggle the hilt of this damn thing into Icecrown. Repeatedly. But I really need to have a word with him about the whole 'dip it into the Sunwell' thing."

[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae was both confused and a bit embarrassed and taken aback by his outburst, feeling as if she was missing something about the conversation. Instead she rubbed her arm awkwardly and did her best to hide her embarrassment.

"Y-yeah..."

[seesbosscrotch]

He reversed the grip on the sword, his hand on the blade as he displayed the hilt to her. "That hilt was all that was left of the legendary Quel'Delar. Just a battered hilt, lying in the middle of the Forge of Souls after Lanathel got her hands on it. From this hilt alone, I reforged the blade!"

He let that dramatic note hang for a moment before adding, "But there were THREE of the damn things. I just got one of them."

[shiest_sunbeam]

"Hm..." Ronnae tapped her chin in thought, turning to face the bleed for a few moments. Someone had said that there were multiple instances of the same world in some cases. Maybe his world was slightly different than her own? Maybe there were more differences between each person's experiences than she thought...

She finally turned back and nodded, "I see. It's a beautiful blade regardless. You can tell the fine craftmanship and care that went into the forging of the blade."

[seesbosscrotch]

"Well, seeing as how I reforged it myself, thank you!" he said, proudly. "The only sad thing is that I rarely get to use it as often as it deserves. Usually I'm advancing shield-first." He patted the shield fondly, nonetheless.

[shiest_sunbeam]

"Well a shield is an invaluable asset in combat. More people should be using it. I tried making my own combat style using two of them... it didn't work quite how I had envisioned it, but I haven't given up on it yet! I'll figure something adaptable to the field." she replied with a cheery smile.

[seesbosscrotch]

"Naw, only the person who's taking the blows needs the shield! I take the massive two-handers and dual-wields as a statement of pride and accountability!" He thumped his chest with a fist as he lifted his head. "They can fight without one, knowing that I won't let them come to harm!"

[shiest_sunbeam]

"True, but I fill in both roles having been the leader of my team. Sometimes a situation called for a more defensive strategy, while others needed my more offensive capabilities." As for her preference? She couldn't say that there wasn't something satisfying about either, but she did enjoy tearing through thousands of enemies with two very large weapons.

[seesbosscrotch]

"In other words, it all depends on who else showed up to vanquish the monstrosity-of-the-evening, huh?" he said, grinning as he folded his arms. He'd been in that situation plenty of times, himself!

[shiest_sunbeam]

"Well, yeah, pretty much whatever the situation called for at a particular moment. The slew of missions and tasks given to my team were pretty varied so it kept us learning new things and adapting to everything our opponents had to throw at us."