TEST DRIVE MEME

[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 grand feast is held in the Eaglais clearing. The food is good, the music is sweet, and the evening is lit by gentle fairy lights. All Shardbearers of all courts are summoned here under a universal truce for the evening. Nature itself has shaped itself into tables, chairs, and long couches so that the new guests can rest. When they’re ready to call it a night, Shardbearers are brought to their court strongholds in a one-way trip by fairies and imps. 02. NETWORK Take advantage of your Locket! The network can be accessed by any Shardbearer with a locket or shardless characters with enchanted devices, and is a quick way to meet new people and discuss the state of the world. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld! There are lots of places to go, and plenty of trouble to get into in them!

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[oathshackledbird]

[Maybe it is because Diarmuid comes from a time before Athelstan's god was worshiped in his part of the world or maybe it is just because he is observant himself, but it doesn't take him long to notice the man standing so apart from the rest of the feast. Diarmuid might have left him in peace if he did not seem so uneasy and out of place, but seeing him such draws the knight to him in hopes of easing his mind some.

As he approaches, he smiles and holds out a plate.]

If you do not wish to celebrate, at least eat. Things may not be so dire here as they were a short time ago, but you still should keep your strength up. It is hard to say what tomorrow may hold.

[vikingbabysitter]

[Athelstan takes the plate reflexively, though he doesn't eat. Not yet. He's still too on edge, even if he has been given something that might be interpreted as an order. His entire life has been based around obedience -to God, to the monastery, to his fellow monks, to Ragnar- but now his wariness overcomes even that most basic instinct.]

I... Things were dire here? [And the unspoken question is there as well. And they might be dire again?

[oathshackledbird]

[As Athelstan takes the plate from Diarmuid, a sudden loud burst of laughter causes Diarmuid to turn from him for a moment. As he turns, a set of three odd red scars are revealed on the right side of his face stretching from just below his cheekbone over his jaw and down his neck. In some ways, they look more like tattoos than scars. It also reveals his right arm is silver, obviously a replacement for one he lost at some point even if it moves as if it is something Diarmuid was born with. Once the laughter fades, Diarmuid turns back with a sheepish look.]

Sorry. Yes, recently a great battle came to a climax. It changed everything about this place, and now we start again to try and prevent that battle from ever happening.