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!

Comments

[enthraller]

[Saralegui blinked for a moment, confused. And when the misunderstanding dawned on him, it was clear on his face.]

Oh! No, not this kind of ring. I'm not even sure where you could get anything like this these days, let alone what it might cost. Fairy rings are places that can transport you elsewhere --- circles of mushrooms in the earth.

[He grinned as he explained, but there was the strangest hint of sadness in the expression. As much as he liked being the one to know things, it ached a little to think that it was once Tzilan who would have explained this world's phenomena to him.]

[serpentking]

[ Made as much sense as anything else he'd heard in this short while, and he cocked an ear as he listened. ]

If they allow an individual to go anywhere, how does one protect against an enemy's use of it? Spies, assassins?

[ After the barest beat, ]

Can they be destroyed?

[enthraller]

[Still so like a cat. But he restrained the urge to pet.]

"Anywhere" has limits. Only to other fairy rings, though they are fairly well distributed. And there used to be some that only worked for certain groups of people.

[Saralegui thought on the latter question, and his lips curled slyly.]

As for destroying them...it'd certainly be interesting to see what might happen if someone tried. But I don't know if anyone has. Too useful to risk it working, perhaps.

[serpentking]

[ His heart lurched at that smile, as if it wanted to try to beat. Tzilan's own expression curved again, no less sly. ]

You'll find I'm quite covetous of certain kinds of power. That is one that appeals.

[enthraller]

I'm sure it does.

[Good to know, at least, that some things hadn't changed. The smile was sweetly familiar and Saralegui's gaze lingered just a moment too long before he turned his face forward again, frowning slightly with the distraction of picking through some brush at the edge of a clearing.]

Here. I think this is it.

[Sure enough, he'd been right about there being a ring here. At the center of the decently-sized clearing was a circle of mushrooms, a sign with the scrawling handwriting of fairies posted at the edge of it. Saralegui stepped confidently over the side of the ring before pausing, glancing back to Tzilan with an unreadable expression.]

I supposed it'd be stupid to ask if you trust me. [And it hurt to think about that, but he couldn't pretend everything was exactly the same.] But you'll have to for now, at least for this.

[serpentking]

[ The fingertips of his free hand deftly lifted and bent aside brambly branches of underbrush, and he moved with an eerie quiet, a self-assuredness, even in these strange surroundings. He gave his head a small shake, smiling faintly, and gave Sara's hand another squeeze. ]

Lead on, in that case.

[enthraller]

[Saralegui's answering smile was faint but warm, and he tugged Tzilan over the edge of the ring to stand beside him.]

To Redgate, then.

[A beat of nothing, and then all at once a blinding rush and a feeling like being stretched in every direction at once. And then everything snapped back into focus only a second later, and the clearing was gone.

The new ring they stood in was on a grassy hill, a bare patch between the orchard behind them and the great mountain looming overhead. An enormous red wall stretched from the mountainside across the valley, a gaping emptiness of a doorway in its center where it looked from the scraps of massive torn hinges like gates once hung. Barely visible from this angle, the mountainside near the top was dotted with buildings.]