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

[magestache]

[ Dorian smirks at his odd choice of words. That's certainly one way to look at life. Not a bad one, mind you. He'll play along, since they seem to be getting on so well. ]

Well, Balthier, one might say there's been a shift in the genre, hmm? [ Dorian's not sure what kind of 'story' Balthier might come from, but dashing rogues don't really go so well with wars like these. ] I myself provided more of a supporting role to our grand tale, but normally there's a hero at the helm of these things, unifying the world for a good cause. I wouldn't call our Queen that, certainly.

[ There's no heart in it. Figuratively, not literally, though he supposes there might be some of that too. It doesn't sit well with him, all this talk of shards and magic. Being without his own is even worse. For all his smiles, Dorian's words lack much of his earlier humor. ]

They do a good job of trying to varnish the truth, but regardless of the glaze a war is still a war. And we, it seems, have been made the pawns in a rather large chess game.

[ He scoffs, shrugging off the matter with a sip of his drink. ]

At least the wine is good.

[strollingplayer]

Better a pawn than a king, I say. Opportunities for advancement, for one. [Usually a few left when the game ends, too, even on the losing side.

He shrugs at the mention of the wine, swirls his empty glass around in his hand.]

Too heavy for my tastes. It might be poor manners to complain, but I prefer mine to go down easy. [There's that gag again. Everything here is laid on far too thick. He might be harping on it overmuch, but it rings true.]

Careful not to have too much. You risk losing your golden tongue.

[magestache]

Too true. Quite a shame that pawns are generally the first pieces to fall, however.

[ Dorian smiles like he's called check in a chess game. Not that he's trying to win or lose, but he is trying to voice his dissatisfaction with as much sass as possible. So there's that.

But then, Dorian is great at disagreeing with people. He does it all the time with the Chantry sisters back in Thedas. ]

And who could blame you? Too much more of this and I'll be waking up tomorrow wondering where I've put my smalls. [ And yet he takes another swig to mark his words. It's strong stuff, but that just makes it more fun. ]

In all my travels, I've found that drinking is one of life's few consistent pleasures. I'm proud to say tongue is almost completely immune.

[ No he's not. ]