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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all eloquence perishes in the presence of sean connery

[orcsurfing]

[ Facing a creature large like this, that could easily melt the flesh off his bones and perish him from this world, send him to a fate of waiting in the Halls of Mandos until the end of Arda, Legolas displays a fair amount of composure to stand where he is and threaten a dragon with a flimsy arrow. His resolve grows firm, body taunt and ready to duck or attack.

And yet the dragon doesn't attack immediately. It buys Legolas some time, just enough to soothe his nerves, stop his hand from trembling, though the heart within his breast continues pounding wildly.

When he speaks, it's sharply, in a tone that's demanding and without a single hitch to betray unease. ]

You should leave and return to whatever foul cave you crawled out of.

[ Return to whatever treasures the dragon gathered, bathed in blood of the innocents most likely. Such was the nature of dragons after all, to covet gold, to slay all those who stood in their way. No friends had the dragons, neither had they many foes for killing a dragon for many was a task nearly impossible. ]

You will not lay waste on these lands!

[merelychewed]

[ So it seems they are destined to stand in their places and exchange threats, then, as the archer appears to be as intent on remaining as Draco is. For someone who has gone over this type of conversation a hundred times over, he can hardly take it in any seriousness and the retort is just as sharp and dripping with sarcasm. ]

Oh, but if I could, I would with great haste, archer. However, it would seem I have misplaced my horrible, dreary, bone-littered lair in another realm entirely. [ As lightly as he sounds to be taking this, he doesn't look away from Legolas even once, hardly blinking. One could lose an eye too easily if a close watch wasn't kept on such a person. ] Since you seem to attached to this land, I don't suppose you know where I could find a new one to slither away into, hmm?

[orcsurfing]

[ The first dragon Legolas faced in person and in such close quarters. Unlike some that he had known. The horrors they were capable of were unknown to him in full, but what he knew was already quite enough to put him on the edge in the presence of one. And yet there was something too odd and too bizarre about this particular dragon, by most standards of creatures evil and foul as the dragons were said to be.

For one, he seems to be having a conversation with it. ]

This land is new to me, but it is already dear to my heart and like any land in any realm it does not deserve the calamity of a dragon unleashed on it.

[ His eyes narrow, but the arrow stays safely nocked. ]

Have you answered the summons of the Fair Folk as well, if this realm is not yours to call home?

[merelychewed]

[ A question he might've answered if the statement preceding it hadn't finally managed to upset him. He straightens up, bringing himself up high, although that matters little since the distance between doesn't allow for looming of any kind. The sudden movement brings his wings half open, as well, though still he does not charge forward in any way.

Luckily for Legolas, he prefers his temper not be ended with a body count, not unless there's no other choice. ]

The calamity of a dragon? I have never in any of my days unleashed such a thing upon any land! Am I to be as unwelcome here as back home? As hunted? Now I ask again, either shoot or be gone, archer! I am growing tired of being pointed at!

[orcsurfing]

[ Nerves of steel Legolas had not, though the many years of his life had tempered him well already, just enough, thankfully, to not let the arrow fly all by an accident in a jolt of surprise when the dragon moves suddenly and with a clear threat. Threat that never comes to fruition, more a show of power, a show of upset - genuine, Legolas can make out the feeling in the words - and that is startling all over again. Though in a different way, one that runs deeper and does not show quite so easily in trembling hands or watchful gaze.

He lowers his bow, the arrow still in place, through confusion and newly sparked curiosity. ]

It has been unheard of, in all of Middle-Earth that I have travelled, for a dragon to not bring death upon its wings. With my own eyes I have seen waste laid upon Dale and many years later upon the Lake-Town by a firelord of the North, drawn to these lands by the temptation of all the treasures of Erebor...

[ Legolas trails off in wonder, wishing to solve this riddle dropped to his feet, thus the question: ]

How is it that you are different?

[ His weapon may be lowered, but his guard is not. Lies come easy to creatures of the darkness, Legolas knows better than to relax just yet. ]

[merelychewed]

Pfah. Middle-Earth, Dale, Erebor.

[ Draco repeats the names at a ill-concealed mutter, then snorts and raises a front claw to wave them off, as if they mean nothing. Which is true enough, to him. He does not know these places, much less what dragons may have harassed them. ]

I know those places even less than I know this one! I am a dragon of the north, that much is true, but I hail from the lands of Avalon. From Albion and Britannia and any other name it might be that man calls it these days.

[ He had stopped caring after a time, as man calls places many things over time. ]

Tell me. [ He settles his claw back down on the ground and once again narrows his eyes. ] Is your kind wholly good? Every last one that has ever been?