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TEST DRIVE #6
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! |
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[She's cheerful enough with the statement, but it's more of an opportunity to reach for her portfolio, gently shrugging that hand off before it can get anywhere else. She's no stranger to overly friendly contact, but there's an implication of royalty that has her gut going probably not a good idea.
So, she carefully moves the plate aside, as to get nothing on the cover, and unbinds the string around it. The first thing that falls out is a map - not a standard one, but one marked with all number of trade routes, colour coded and covered with annotations.]
Our ancestor started out in this court, but moved south east out to Leathann, down here. [She taps the island accordingly. All of the routes extend from that central point.] Began a trading company, specializing in spices. That enterprise has continued for four generations now. I'm our primary sea captain of the fleet.
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Instead it wanders over the map, finger tracing along lines and those meticulously labeled routes. Usually he regulated pouring over these things to his own men, but even he must admire the work on display here.]
A wise investment. There is never a lack for sugar and spice. [Eyes flicking back to her face, warm in the glow of candlelight.] What awaits on the seas beyond? There, as well, land ripe for the taking?
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[There's plenty of what's in the sea, but beyond? There's no beyond, and that's something to be clarified.]
What's on the map is what's out there. Everything else is well, nothing. No boats go out to the edges of the map, since they don't come back if they do.
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[A clarification of his own. Just because he lacks for a name or an exact place doesn't mean he lacks for rightful claim. She too should know this, if she would claim true kinship at all.
Gilgamesh taps on the map sharply, then leans back.]
Make a copy for my personal use. I allow you to keep yours in the spirit of my service.
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[She keeps her own map open, but tilts her head a little. There is something lacking here that should be obvious.
Might as well ask the dumb question.]
I believe all shardbearers are giving those upon their arrival. Do you really want me to mark up a personal copy with trade routes that might clutter your own annotations in the future?
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[Dumb question receives a dumb answer. Or rather two, since he elaborates:]
I place no trust in their parchment. My subjects, however, know better than to lie and to omit.
[This is accompanied by a harsher look that all but reads and you do know better, don't you?]
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[Sua pauses, and flips through the porfolio to see if there are any thing pages that will make copying easier. There's no pen or ink on her, and the little bits of magic that she knows are for attaching to cargo to track it, not making maps.]
With respect, A subject does require the appropriate materials, Great King, if things are to be done immediately. The juice of meats make for no good ink, a knife a poor substitute for the quill.
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It need not be immediate. Do this task, and do it thoroughly, and it would please me.
[A surprisingly merciful extension of patience for this King, though he's in high spirits thanks to the feasting and merry-making. He's willing to let more slide than usual, especially when she's been this forthcoming.]
But I wonder for these slyph. Fairyfolk, like them? [Gesturing around.] Or beasts of higher import?
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It'll be sent here then, when I'm home, and should you be accepting of a delay. The Caer's not near any rivers, and we locals don't have the expedited transportation Shardbearers do. Expect the same seal as what's on the portfolio. The wax will match my coat. [A colour exclusive to her family, made only by the dye makers in Leathann and the method of producing it closely guarded.] I trust that'll be acceptable, unless you decide to visit the island for yourself.
[That might be an interesting thing. Leathann's architecture is so different from what's on the mainland. Not in byzantine backallies, those are a constant, but with great sweeping domes, riots of colours from all manner of ships that dock along the coast, a people kept safe from the war for the past ninety years.]
A part of the Sisterhood of Nymphs. Slyphs take to the air, pyrii to the fires, naiads to the sea. The last of them I've nothing but praise for. The other two, I've never met.
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[So hello there, fresh new vassal, welcome to the entourage. And welcome to Gilgamesh's special brand of laziness, that sounds regal and righteous but in reality is just another excuse for him to sit back and let everyone else do the work. Hail to the king, baby.
Gilgamesh does take note of the seal, though he wouldn't forget it, anyway. He nods to her, and this is her answer and her acknowledgment that he indeed accepts and forgives.]
Seabeasts offer you sailors nothing but trouble, so I'm told. But these naiad... they are friendly? What of their make?
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[Sua cannot say that that was the direction she was expecting. Her brother, the one who fusses with politics and business, will likely have Opinions about this. Loud ones.
There's a blessing in the amount of time that it takes to get from Caer Glaem back to Leathann. That's time to think up a damn good explanation.]
Friendly, willing to chat and play during the summer months. They'll hibernate come winter and-- [Sua stops, offering Gilgamesh a very, very thin, razor sharp grin.]
Oh, I wouldn't say they cause trouble. I'd just say they make life interesting.
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[Gilgamesh mirrors the grin, pleased as always to conspire with a fellow mischief-maker. He is not so tyrannical and beyond reason that he can't tease his subjects, so long as they understand their clear differences in standing.
It should also be noted, however, that such a grin can conspire just as much as it can devour in an instant.]
Don't play coy, woman. Now you've only made me all the more curious.
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Oh, well, old sea stories, those I can tell for two days with no rest if you permit it. Boring things, for everyone else but other sailors who're sitting around the taverns, comparing scars and seeing who's had it worst since last everyone met.
[She takes a beat, considering.]
Usually, whoever gets a giant squid attacking the boat wins though. That thing gets everywhere.
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She does have a gift for subtle redirection, though. Clever girl.]
The plight of mortal craft. I soar above such idle concerns, as suits me.
[In a magical ancient throneplane. Don't ask. He'll never stop talking about it.]
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That part of your history was never handed down to my family. Could you elaborate?
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[But Gilgamesh is fair, or would judge himself so, and after a moment of thought concedes:]
When I receive my map, I shall compensate you with good stories and good drink. I swear it upon my name, the great Gilgamesh, who seats the greatest of thrones.
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[She does laugh though, bright and loud, to indicate that it really is no offense at all.]
A good way to give further motivation, although you hardly needed to.
[The name coming from his lips though, that's still something too impossible sounding to be real. But it is absolutely real, and beyond a little awe-inspiring.]
Captain Sua Nudimmud, should you ever need to find me by name.
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[Which he would consider more than magnanimous, if questioned again, which means it's in her best interest to continue rolling along with the pompous punches. Those who sate Gilgamesh's ego, and appetite, generally find their lives long, fruitful, and prosperous.
The knuckles of her hand are brought to his mouth and ever so briefly brushed.]
You are welcome to find me in my quarters, should you ever have a need.
[Not that he won't find her anyway, of his own accord, eventually.]
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[Besides, baring some odd twist of fate, Gilgamesh is still a man, and Sua's preferences are most decidedly not there.
Even if that gesture has her bright red. That's in reaction to status, and a very, very unexpected gesture.]
totally barking up the wrong tree: the epic: the saga: the award-winning comedy
Now may not be the ideal time to inform him otherwise. Another matter to consider for the long journey abroad: batting off a suitor who has zero concept of intimate discrimination.]
Then don't keep me waiting too long, Captain. On your map or on your company.
[She may have her hand back. Again. He's fast growing fond of it, apparently.]
ESPECIALLY THE AWARD WINNING COMEDY
Barring a massive sea storm back home, I don't think that'll be a problem. Thank you for the return of my hand as well.
[She can imagine the discussion of 'so I accidentally think I might have lead on a particular king from great-great-grandpa's homelands into thinking I'm into him' going on with her brother. A discussion that begins with a groan, and ends with him gently resting his face on his desk, asking whyyyyyyyy into the furniture.]