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 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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[torc]

[ Elvenking. Guinevere grew up with tales of fae folk - the likes of which tricked her into their warring kingdom - but the Elves of her grandfather's stories couldn't begin to compare to Thranduil. She isn't entirely certain she believes him ... but then why shouldn't she? Her very presence is proof enough that stranger things have indeed happened. ]

I've never had a king beg anything of me before.

[ The tension in her stance falls away as her hand moves from the bow, her expression one of guarded curiosity. ]

Although I dare say I could grow accustomed to it.

[ Her lips quirk into a wry smile. ]

My name is Guinevere. Your Mirkwood - it isn't part of these lands?

[firith]

You have met ungracious kings, I fear, Guinevere.

[ A small smile touches his lips. He moves forward fluidly, a hand sliding over the stone balcony as he looks over the side, inevitably drawn far off across the meadows and, further, beyond the Greenwood. ]

It is not. My realm in Middle-Earth is not so fair as this, nor do the trees speak of peace and comfort as they do in yonder wood. They are sickly and wearied in Mirkwood; I find Glaschu a balm. [ A glance. ] What of the lands from whence you hail?

[torc]

Where I come from the earth is old - wise - and the trees are strong and tall.

[ A far-away look passes over her eyes. Britain will always be where her heart truly lies - the land she was born of calls to her, makes her restless despite the way her memories calm her heart. ]

The land rolls like a green sea, and the sky - [ She turns back to the view from the balcony. ] You'd think it endless - that you could step from a white cliff and fall into its arms.

[ She sips from her cup of water. ]

Our Roman invaders call it the conquered land of Britannia, but I call it a home worth fighting for.

[ Which might explain the bow, Thranduil. And just wait 'til she gets her hands on some knives. ]

[firith]

[ A good and wholesome land, then. He can envy that a little, even as much as he loves the wearied Mirkwood. ]

You have the look of a marchwarden about you. A warrior of the land, for the land, much like the elves who defend my borders.

[torc]

[ A warrior of the land, for the land. Guinevere couldn't have put it better herself. She nods, folding her arms and cradling her cup close to her chest. ]

My mother died to protect our land. I would do the same.

[ She glances back towards Thranduil, still considering him curiously. ]

And what will your elves do in your absence? Will your borders remain defended without your orders?

[firith]

They will. My people are unmatched in their ability to endure through loss or strife. Though I long for home, I know all within my halls will stand as one in my absence.

[ Sindar and Silvan alike, they are stronger together and know it. ]

And what of this land, Guinevere? Glaschu has called us here to protect its interests and innocents.

[torc]

[ Guinevere remains silent for a few long moments. True, this isn't her battle, nor is it her home to fight for, but she knows all too well that desperate times mean desperate measures. She wouldn't see the sick, elderly and innocent cut down in the path of war. She wouldn't see children harmed. ]

It is the right of all to live freely, in their own homes.

[ In Britain that means freedom from the forces of Rome - protecting her home with as much iron as need be. Here ... ]

This war may not have been ours when it began, yet here we are. We must stand against it together or turn away and face it alone.

[ She lifts her chin a little. In bringing them together like this - well. They're each other's people now, united in the face of the unknown. ]

I will stand. Any land that is loved deserves protection from those who would scar it.

[firith]

[ His agreement is freely given, finding a peer in their shared outlook. ]

A noble sentiment, one I hope to add my name and efforts to. I have known darkness and shadows that live in the north of my original homeland, greater than perhaps even the might of all the Unseelie united, yet still I hope that resolutions may come without arms being borne on a battlefield.

It is easy to resolve hasty words, yet not spilled blood.