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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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[ he repeats the word with utter doubt. saint george slew a dragon once -- but sharpe knew they were only stories. tales, the likes of which blas vivar told his men or sergeant harper whispered 'round the fire. nothing to truly believe in. not until here.
even so, there is the quiet grumbling in his gut that tells him an aerial corps would do better than a rocket troop. ] Indulge me, Captain. [ he puts on his best hard-ass major voice. ] Tell me the year.
[ back home. ]
damn you for making me pin a year to him even if it doesn't stick in the end
whoops sorry!!!
[ that had been talavera. standoffishly: ] Eagles flew in '09. Not dragons. [ french imperial eagles, and sharpe's men had been the ones to take down the first. but that's not what this is about. ]
hate you forever, etc, etc, except not because this thread is everything I want out of life
[confusion doesn't really sit any better on granby and he's apt to go sarcastic and use expressions that would make laurence and some of the corps' more well-bred members frown, but at least he hasn't turned into a total scrub yet. really, there can't be many people more ill-prepared to come to grips with the concept of alternate universes than a couple of soldiers from the napoleonic wars.]
i'm just sorry i have to keep same-iconning you because his selection is so crap.
but he's willing to entertain one last awful option: ] -- British?
[ as in are you? because although the bugger doesn't sound french or god-knew-what-else, perhaps the real reason he found himself so bloody confused was because he'd in fact stumbled across an enemy's secret weapon. ridiculous as it is, this is downright open-minded for major richard sharpe. ]
i'm threading a character from temeraire with sharpe. i wouldn't care if he had one icon total
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won't hold it against him, though. the dragon on the other hand. ] London -- [ he says ] by way of Yorkshire. Though I ain't lived in England since I was a lad.
[ too busy fighting you know how it is. ]
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Where were you in 1813?
[and by extension, where was the army? and how is the war going? because clearly it wasn't over yet.]
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Spain. [ bloody hell, but how long had he been in spain? ] With Wellington poised to cross over into France. [ a spark of pride. he wants to be there when they march. he wants his men on that line. ]
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