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!

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[bloodhaze]

Does my title amuse you?

[He has to wonder exactly why she has that arrogantly amused look on her face. Ugh, this is why he has never gotten along with the undead. This right here.]

My Orcs are proud warriors of blade and steel. They'll know nothing of your little magic toy.

[revenchier]

Your name amuses me, Grommash Hellscream. You may not know of me, but every being in Azeroth knows how you enslaved your own people. [ Sylvanas is aware that it was not an action Grommash did with full knowing, but that's besides the point.]

Yet they are not here, either. [ The toy (etch-a-sketch) remains in her hand, all but forgotten at the moment. The artifacts present here were curious, but her company here, more so.]

[bloodhaze]

Then it would be best if you stilled your tongue then, wretch. Or the next story involving my name will be how I cleaved Azeroth's Banshee Queen in two.

[Who knew they would get along about as well as she did with his son.]

Which I would call a mercy. [The last thing he would want is his men forcibly dragged to this place.]

[revenchier]

One would think that you would have learned your lesson by now, in bleating on that which you know nothing of. [ The tales of Grommash's strength were known even amongst the Forsaken, but Sylvanas would not back down. She was formidable herself, even if her strength came not from raw power.

A bit worse than her relationship with Garrosh, even.]

Then we are both without our people.

[bloodhaze]

[She speaks and talks to him as if he is some sort of child, and that angers him to no end. Already he could hear the whispers of demons in his ear from his cursed blood. He could tell from her armor-- or lack there of-- that she is no warrior. Her armor and slender frame is fit for mobility and fast movement. She would be hard to catch, but if a simple swing of his Gorehowl connects with any part of her--

No. This was not what he had learned from Thrall. He failed him once-- multiple times even. He would not start again.]

If only you were aware of just how quickly your arrogance almost caused an end to this vile "life" that's being held together by dark magic and a corpse.

However, in comparison to slaying a God, a queen of dead, forgotten spirits is hardly a battle worth fighting. [Even though he hadn't killed Mannoroth yet, him and his Warsong still slew Cenarius. He was pretty proud of this!]

[revenchier]

[ This time Sylvanas does laugh, though it's bitter and short.]

You insult me as if you think I do not realize what I am. Such petty insults mean nothing to me. [ If there was one thing Sylvanas was always aware of it was this: that she was undead, a creature that would never truly be welcome amongst the living.

To the rest of his retort, she tilts her head, waiting for him to finish.]

This queen of the dead enslaved a Dreadlord, rather than fall into slavery of one. [ The fact that Varmithras ultimately betrayed her is a moot point here. ]