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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fight me

[nockpoint]

[ you're not the only one keeping to the side, kiritsugu — a short ways away, on the periphery of the revels, there is short rise of ground where the edge of the clearing begins to turn into the hills that turns eglais into a maze of trees and creeks, tumbled stones from mountains freshly grown, archer is surveying the party as well. at first, he had only spared a brief glance at the magus' face before moving on, noting his stillness and demeanor and little more, when the feeling of deja vu breaks on him, and he finds himself focusing back on that familiar-yet unfamiliar face.

whats up, dad????

pulled out of the throne of heroes like this, into a world entirely separate from any timeline he has ever interfered in, he shouldn't be surprised that this could happen as well.

a throng of dryads, singing merrily, melt out of the trees in a flurry of leaves the colors of fire, green hair wreathed in crowns of own branches, junipers and oaks, the deep color of silver firs, pinecones bright green against the needles, even a sycamore, her crown bare of any leaves at all, skin as pale as the bark of her tree.

i wish they could somehow get him to go say hello, but really, all they do is draw attention to the fact that he's watching kiritsugu with an unnervingly intent stare. for like a good four minutes.

what a weirdo. ]