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TEST DRIVE #6
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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! |
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I only hear great talk and bluster.
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And what manner of story might you spin me, woman? The riveting yarn of the lord that parted your dress?
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She doesn't even know why she's in such a good mood, honestly.]
Oh, if I had such a tail it would not be you who parted with it, for which I am thankful. You wouldn't be a terribly giving lover, would you?
No, the story I offer is one of a man seeking power from a god and what he almost gave up to acquire it.
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[Having gotten that last dig out of the way... Gilgamesh can't quite keep himself from perking up upon mention of the one thing that would always grab his attention without fail. As well as his ire.]
...what do you know of gods?
[You've got your audience, fair maiden. Start spinning.]
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She sobers a little at his question, her mind briefly going over her time at Bru na Boinne and Tara.]
A fair bit. It was with a god my husband took house in growing up, and the gods of our land have never been shy of us in Eire.
But my story is of Cormac, King of Tara through hard won will, and the call to him Manannan mac Lir made.
[Grainne settles back in her seat, thinking to the tales told to her during her childhood, and what she remembered herself of her part in the story. Her tone takes on a softer, far away sound, hinting at misty memories and figures glimpsed through the fogs of time.]
It was a day where he walked alone in Teamhair, his hounds and warriors and servants occupied with their tasks. A strange man walked toward him. This stranger was of stately bearing, with gray hair and a shirt of gold thread, and on his feet where shining boots of bronze. A branch rested on his shoulder, full of red-gold apples, which sounded sweet enough when shaken to make a heart forget all its troubles.
[She pauses here, head tilting. She has set the scene and characters, but it has been a long time since she's told this story in particular. It's never been very popular among the children of Ceis Corran.]
Cormac greeted this man, and asked whence he came. It was a land of truth, where there was no decay, or sadness, or any of those things that which plague human hearts.
Being of a kind nature, Cormac offered the man his friendship, who readily gave his in return, but in doing so, Cormac asked for the branch of apples upon the man's shoulder.
"I will, if you give me these three things for which I ask." The man said. "Indeed, I accept." Said Cormac, without knowing where or what the stranger would take in exchange.
And then the stranger left, having given the branch of apples, and Cormac returned to his duties and shook the branch about, easing the fretting of his subjects where he may.
[Another slight pause, with Grainne checking the locket to gauge the golden one's reaction so far.]
Shall I continue, or is the story beneath your notice?