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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The Necromancer ( Sauron the Great and Terrible ) | Tolkien, Hobbit-era

[aringonit]

( could anyone by more unseelie than this bitch? probably not. )

[ For centuries upon centuries, for so many moons and suns Sauron had clawed and scraped for enough power to hold physical form. He longed for it like he longed for his ring to once again sit on his finger. Losing it had been so very easy, letting that beautiful gift of the Valar sink into the sea when Numenor fell and exchanging it for a skin more terrible. He had been so strong, once, to be able to will upon himself a form of his choosing, but he had been foolish, blinded by his own arrogance.

( It would not happen again. )

He never did believe he would be gifted with the strength to hold a physical form ever again, with the terror he most willingly inflicted on the hearts of men, elves and ainur alike, but he is pleased. They told him, the fae that attend to his radiance, that it is a gift in exchange for service and to that he merely scoffs. Sauron serves but one, who is long gone. He will take his gift in stride, with a pleasant beauty. He will wrap those fae who hold him around his finger as he did once the Numenorians, of that he had no doubt.

And so The Necromancer was Sauron once again and Annatar Lord of Gifts all at once. Beautiful and terrible he joins the party and stretches his bones and muscles, long and elegant fingers wrapping around a goblet of wine.

Too sweet. How quaint. ]

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[morgoth]

[ Melkor is again as once he was, handsome, square-jawed, his long dark hair gathered into an intricate plait let to fall forward over his broad shoulder. He is tall and broad enough to be imposing just by virtue of his presence; for he can move again unmarked, only the black oilslick of his mind to give him away a half-second before his body does, both brushing just faintly against the edges of Mairon's senses.

His rough fingertips touch Mairon's elbow, plucking neatly at the fabric that hides skin from him. ]

The darkness here only makes you seem more fair, by comparison, Mairon.

[aringonit]

[ When he feels Melkor's presence weighing on his own, for that half-second of time he is sure this is a trick. Those who brought him here has tried to deceive him, the one they called the deceiver, with pleasantry. It isn't until he feels his fingers, hears his mind and voice, sees the flesh he carried that he knew the truth of his Lord's presence.

( it sits in the pit of his stomach like a rock unmelting. )

His surprise is palpable, but it is merely that; surprise. ]

My Lord.