TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

Comments

[bindsthedead]

For the Dead to remain in life, they must steal life from the living. [None's sat Sabriel down yet and explained that undeath works differently in different worlds.] But if they're already passing on, I leave them alone, unless a necromancer is trying to enslave their spirits.

[respired]

You need to expand your horizons.

[bindsthedead]

What I need is to return to the Old Kingdom. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be possible at the moment.

But wherever I am, my responsibility remains.

[respired]

Your responsibility is to that kingdom, and to its laws, its rules, its expectations. As you've just acknowledged, you are no longer in that kingdom. You might need to adjust.

[bindsthedead]

My responsibility also draws from my connection to the Charter, and to Death. The first is still intact, although the latter is... somewhat altered. And in any case, if people are being troubled by the Dead, if I have the power to help them, I should.

[respired]

[With a little amusement in his tone.]

Define 'troubled'.

[bindsthedead]

If the Dead are harming the living- or such an attack is imminent. Or if a necromancer is killing people and bringing them back as his servants- either by enslaving their spirits, or using their corpses to house more powerful Dead. [Sorry, for a teenager, Sabriel is used to assuming she's the most knowledgeable person around when it comes to Death and necromancy.]

[respired]

Don't worry -- I only harm the living if they deserve it. [Most of the time.]

[bindsthedead]

What- is that supposed to be a joke? That's not funny! [And it suddenly dawns on Sabriel in horrifying clarity that she's been talking to something Dead.]

[respired]

I never joke.

[bindsthedead]

[And then Sabriel whistles. It's partly reflex, partly an attempt to see if magic channeled through sound can be transmitted over the lockets. It's weak, even if it does get through- the equivalent of poking someone with your finger, rather than grabbing them.]

You- you are- [Probably one of the Greater Dead, if it- he? can speak without a necromancer sounding Dyrim.]

[respired]

[Her casting nettles him -- he can't tell what it's for, or her intention, but it's aggravating nevertheless. He scowls.]

A death knight. A death knight with little patience.

I am so, so sorry

[bindsthedead]

What is that? Some sort of Dead Adept? [Sabriel is torn between fear aggression, and confusion- because none of this makes sense.]

no worries!

[respired]

[What.]

No.

[bindsthedead]

['Death Knight' isn't a phrase she's familiar with, and isn't causing any forgotten pages of The Book of the Dead to suddenly be remembered.

Sabriel is at a loss, and decides to try another tactic- simply asking.]

Well then, what is a 'dead knight'? [Perhaps he simply means that he was a knight when he was alive, but Sabriel's not making any assumptions.]

[respired]

A complicated question. Some are slaves to a greater entity of undeath. Others have wrested their will free of his grasp, like myself. But we retain our own intelligence, regardless.

[bindsthedead]

Ah. Most necromancers and Greater Dead don't bother giving most of their servants much in the way of intelligence, where I'm from.

How did you break free?

[respired]

Our intelligence was not given. It was simply not taken away after we were killed and raised from undeath.

As to your other question ... [He shrugs.] A miracle.

[bindsthedead]

Ah. That's unusual. [In Sabriel's experience, Necromancers tended to use spirits long Dead as their more intelligent servants, rather than worry about their victims remembering their deaths and taking revenge.]

Powerful magic, or... something else?