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

sob and now I notice all my typos

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel shakes her head] No, you are not presumptuous. Those who would lead have a responsibility to those who follow them; it is something no ruler ought forget.

[Her eyes sweep over the other elf, assessing her. It's a sharp gaze, keen but not unkind. Whatever she sees seems to please her enough to merit a weary smile of her own.]

But you must allow me to introduce myself. I am Galadriel, Lady of Lórien. [She inclines her head slightly.] Shall I offer you my welcome or my consolation?

shhhh I didn't notice them

[arla]

And yet our new monarchs have discarded that idea so easily.

[ For her part, Nasrin dips herself, arms out, a much more venerable act of respect than she has given in many, many months to anyone. Being the Inquisitor has given her rank and power; still, she remembers how she addresses elders of her clan. ]

Either would earn my gratitude, Lady Galadriel. I am called Nasrin Lavellan.

[ She straightens and clears her throat. ]

Forgive my question but...you are an elf, are you not?

Oh good. Then there were no typos. None at all. Carry on

[inafadingcrown]

I am. [Once Galadriel might have thought that obvious beyond questioning, but here many things have changed.] And there is naught to forgive; had you not taken the lead, I might have posed you the same question. You do not hail from Arda, I assume?

I AM AVOIDING SPOILERS FOR YOU OKOK

[arla]

I have never heard of Arda, I'm afraid. My world is called Thedas, and I have no home.

[ It is not simply that the Dalish are nomads and wanderers, fleeing from the Chantry and the Templars, but her clan has holed itself up in Wycome-- And she has changed too much too quickly, has spent so much time as the leader of a human organization, that she wonders if she will be welcomed when her task is finished. ]

You are...unlike any elf I have ever seen.

[ Though there was one-- Hm. ]

I-- Forgive me. I meant no disrespect with my comment, Lady Galadriel. I simply mean that...there is something about you, as if you hold something timeless within you.

[ Like a spirit or a piece of the Fade. ]

HOPEFULLY IT WILL NOT BE NECESSARY FOR MUCH LONGER

[inafadingcrown]

[A smile plays about her lips, like a teacher watching a clever student puzzle something out.]

'Timeless' is an apt descriptor. The elves of Arda, my people, do not age in the manner of Men. I am a product of a time before the race of Men, before the sun and moon. Perhaps that is what you sense.