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!

Comments

[destinysword]

I've been a bodyguard once before. It didn't turn out well.

I'm a monster hunter by trade. A witcher, though somehow I doubt that means anything here.

[ Where he's from, it means a great deal - a great deal of fear and suspicion follows him around, that is. And he doesn't usually have to tell people what he is - one look at his eyes and the pendant he wears says everything. ]

[avisionofwar]

[ Nope, no bells rung. But at 'monster hunter', the elf's expression goes a little more cold, his slow blink slightly serpentine, the mask of charm lowered for a barely perceptible beat. But his warning is silk-smooth, the smile returned swiftly. ]

I wouldn't speak the words 'monster hunter' overloud, stranger. By the standards of mortal men, a great many of us here would be known by the title of monster.

[destinysword]

I don't kill sentient beings without cause or thought. [ The witcher code forbids it, and Geralt's own personal code as well. ]

Trust me, in my world, many think me a monster as well.

[avisionofwar]

[ That revelation begs the obvious question, ]

...Forgive the impertinence, but... Why?

[destinysword]

[ Geralt raises an eyebrow, almost curiously, as though to say 'isn't it obvious?' Then he waves a hand vaguely at his own face. ]

Witchers are mutants. The training process we undergo changes us. I'm no longer fully human, by most standards.

[avisionofwar]

[ Changed, he says, and Celegorm's lips part; a little in horror, a little in fascination. ]

As many of the Eldar were re-fashioned under the weight of the mind of Morgoth Bauglir, perhaps...

[ The words are so soft that he's clearly speaking to himself; and adds, louder, ]

In what manner were you... changed? And of what nature, the process?

[destinysword]

[ Geralt's eyebrows quirk again, at the strange words, but he doesn't ask. Doesn't pry. ]

Alchemical, mostly, and some magical. For heightened senses, a stronger constitution. I can drink potions that would kill most humans. I've been trained from a young age for one purpose.