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

no elves wear shoes

[lyriumwraith]

[Fenris's sword comes swinging down towards Dorian's head]

I am not a slave. Danarius is dead--no one has that claim over me any longer.

[The imps, meanwhile, are loving this and have gotten popcorn.]

because they're all losers

[selfpraise]

[He barely manages to jump back in time to avoid splitting his skull open. He then swings his staff, summoning blasts of fire in retaliation.

The name Danarius is familiar in as much as all members of the Magsterium were known to him. Not personally, but with the awareness that they were both altus. Dorian knows that some slaves were treated poorly and this fellow must have been one of them if his reaction to the mere mention of Tevinter was this severe. It still doesn't excuse his behaviour in his opinion.]

I'm not the one you need to convince. [Dorian cares very little and he protests far too much.]

tell that to Solas

[lyriumwraith]

[And Fenris just dodges the fireballs. Really, he's dealt with worse]

You're the one who is calling me that. Do you see chains on me?

[Aside from the markings.]

I have fought stronger opponents than you and won. Do not test me.

SOLAS IS A LOSER

[selfpraise]

[The fireballs then go on to splatter against the table and it's only because the food is on fire that the imps start to care about the fight beyond the entertainment value.

They hiss and swarm the two, scratching and biting at everything they can reach.]

I could say the-- Kaffas! What are these blasted creatures?

[He's forced to hop around and physically hit at the imps as they try and claw their way up.]

NICE KNOWIN YA

[lyriumwraith]

What the--get off!

[Fenris manages to get the imps off him rather easily--they don't like his pointy armor and all it takes is a hand through a chest or two before the others scatter, deciding that this one is so not worth harassing]

nah it's cool that loser won't dare try something

[selfpraise]

[After a few more carefully aimed hits he raises his staff to draw on spirits to terrify the imps into fleeing.

How do you like that display of necromancy, Fenris?]

Now where were we?

[lyriumwraith]

[Swordpoint to your neck is how he reacts]

Get out.

[selfpraise]

[Dorian holds very still. At this point, it's a matter of what's faster, his ability to channel magic or Fenris' reflexes and he's not keen to find out.]

Where to? I am a prisoner here, same as you are.

[lyriumwraith]

I am sure there are rooms other than this one. Get. Out. Or I will not be merciful.