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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Setting: NIMH GLEANNE | Enter SEELIE, stage left.

[waterbearer]

[ Kaldur is still not sure what he makes of this new world, and the task before him. The task does not settle well across his shoulder. Surely, evil must be stopped, but natures can be changed, for good and for worse, and to recklessly condemn and kill is something that does not sit well upon his shoulders.

All death, even the most noble of sacrifices, is something to be mourned.

So he has taken to walking. And walking.

The forest he finds himself in is cool, and somewhat familiar, bringing to his mind the nostalgia of team camp-outs and bonding, missions and lifetimes. It's almost funny, he'd never thought that he would consider his life as a hero uncomplicated.

He isn't expecting to find another in his walk of solitude, not to mention in this deep level of distress. Instinct, perhaps, gives him caution, but Kaldur is not one to let another suffer alone. ]

Are things all right with you?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor is no wood elf, but the woods are soothing, irregardless. He does not know how far he has run or how he has got here, only that he is so very tired. Kaldur will find him standing by a cliff edge because the mundane is a horrible person singing softly about loss and pain and grief.

When Kaldur speaks he startles and spins, eyes wary and wild, hand dropping instinctively to his sword only to pull it away with a hiss of pain. ]

Who are you, stranger?

[waterbearer]

[ Kaldur's hands go up, placating, though still closer to his waterbearers at the sudden movement of the other. After the flinch, his focus is on the injury, mentally trying to think of the quickest way to get the other to safety and healing. ]

Peace. I am Kaldu'ahm, of Shayeris, better known as Aqualad on my world. [ He looks to the other's hand again, his face filled with concern. ] You are injured; allow me help you.

[ The water in his pack is fresh, newly-refilled from a stream, but instead of directing it with his waterbearers, he dips a cloth in the cool water and moves forward, offering it outward. He knows enough first aid for this, that the burn ought to be covered quickly, and medical attention sought immediately. ]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor almost visibly tenses when Kaldur moves closer - the left hand twitching closer to the knife hilt (it is the less injured, he can still fight with it, if need be) but he does not yet make any other move ]

Kaldu'ahm. I would say well met, but I fear I do not know you, or this place, well enough to give such greeting. [ he does not give his own name ]

What are my injuries to you, a stranger?