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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varian wrynn | warcraft (mid-Cataclysm)

[shalamayne]

Arrival.

[Whereas most are enjoying the festivities that are laid out, there are a few that can't seem to get into the swing of things and Varian Wrynn is one of those who apparently can't get into the spirit of it all. The food looks good and a part of Varian is sure it tastes as it appears yet the little he has tried tastes bland. That is through no fault of those who made it but merely the fact that the King of Stormwind has too much on his mind, unable to find simple pleasure in the enjoyment of food. Even now he's staring at the plate of delicacies hard enough that it's a small miracle it hasn't caught fire yet.]

Please excuse me. [The words are low and mumbled, more a formality than anything else, and Varian pushes the plate away from him as he gets to his feet. It's only when he stands from the bench that the human's stature is revealed. Varian is as tall as he is broad, every inch of him a warrior. Scars criss cross the rough skin on his face and dark brown hair is tied back in a no-nonsense manner. If just that doesn't clue anyone in to the fact someone is used to fighting, Varian's dark blue plated armour and large broadsword strapped to his back will definitely help them with that aspect.

The day Varian is without his sword Shalamayne is the day it's prised from his cold, lifeless fingers.]

Perhaps these people should be inspecting those they wish to draft into their business. Not all of us have the luxury of free time to be assisting with. [Varian doesn't even care who is around to be listening to that, instead moving to sit down on a couch and balefully watch the world around him so far.]

Locket;

So. Someone give me a good reason as to why I should prioritise this place over the problems of my own people. Then perhaps I shall consider it.

[aka someone didn't pay too much attention when they turned up because they were too busy being annoyed.]