TEST DRIVE MEME #3

[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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Alistair Theirin | Dragon Age

[extemplary]

(For DA players: This is hardened Alistair, made king and betrothed to Queen Anora. Before the final battle.)


[Feast]

Alistair hadn't been king very long, but now he was uprooted and standing in the court of some other king. It was exactly the sort of thing he should have expected to happen. No doubt his fellow Warden would be furious with him for disappearing on the eve of the big battle. Much as he tried to justify himself that one man wouldn't make a difference, he couldn't convince himself that all would be well. Yet no matter how many times he asked, he was told the king and queen wouldn't be making an appearance.

So he shuffled in his heavy armor and ate, because he couldn't deny being hungry. He might be troubled, but it hadn't sapped his sense of humor and he couldn't deny the music wasn't catchy. However as he moved around the room, he would usually begin his conversations the same way. "So. How does one get himself returned to his own world?"

[The Sweet Sow, Daonna]

"I tell you, I'm a king. Really." Alistair pleaded uselessly, as he discovered that his money purse had a hole in it only after finishing his meal.

"You ain't the first king we've had here, mate." The pig-faced landlord stared down Alistair with an unfriendly look. "Now you pay up, lad, or we'll find other ways to get coin from you."

"I'm good for the money," Alistair explained yet again. "I'll just need to go pick it up. At Caer Glaem."

But the landlord was unimpressed, nor was the barwench who had been trying to convince Alistair all throughout his meal to explore some of the other services offered by the Sweet Sow. Dismayed at the thought of having to give up his armor or sword, Alistair was on the verge of offering to wash dishes. Provided no one else was keen to come to his rescue.

feast!

[baseborne]

"One doesn't, my lord," Jon had loosed Ghost on the feasting hall, hoping the big white direwolf might find another deceased member of his family as he had found Lord Stark at similar party two moon turns ago, with little and less luck so far. For his own part, he stands off to the side holding a plate and keeping his own eye on all the guests that wander in, new or otherwise.

When Alistair poses his question, he sheepishly lowers the heel of hard bread he'd been gnawing on to pass the time. "So far as I can tell, anyhow. 'I thought I was only dreaming when I promised my aid' does not appear to be a sufficient excuse for our lieges."

[whereyouneedme]

"If we knew, do you really believe that most of us would still be present here?" Aveline was attending, only looking for a familiar face. Hawke had said she had been of the seelie court before... and it is foolish, and maybe a little selfish, to not desire to be the one of her own place here.

It isn't everyday that one is approached by the King of Ferelden, recognized from his visit to meet with the Champion of Kirkwall, she'd witnessed his argument with the Knight Commander - most of the keep had. If he approached out of recognition of that meeting, or simply because she was standing off the side, away from most of the festivities she wasn't sure. It didn't matter, her answer was no different. "Your Majesty."