TEST DRIVE MEME #4

[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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Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher series | proooobably Unseelie idk

[gwynbleidd]

a. arriving

[Initially, he thinks going just outside will help him feel more oriented, but that turns out to be a lie. He's just as confused as he was inside. He looks the part, he thinks, and dammit, if this place doesn't remind him of his own world, but he knows for sure this isn't anywhere in the Northern Kingdoms, and the map only validates his assumptions. The names on the map at least feel familiar on his tongue.

But now he has to figure out what he is going to do about himself and this predicament.]

b. traveling montage

[Likely just outside of 2spooky La Llorona, likely on foot, and likely fiddling with the locket. Excuse any strange and random pings as he tries to figure out exactly what it does and what it's for in the first place.]

c. bump into him wherever!!

b!

[spectrespex]

[ It's a vague, airy voice that drifts back into his locket. Accidental private messages, man. Lockets are tough. ]

Ooh, no, I'm afraid that I don't know where you are either. Where would you like to be?

[gwynbleidd]

[Well, Luna has, in fact, given him a small existential crisis. At her response to his fiddling, he isn't so much surprised as curious, but at her question... he is quick to wonder what the answer is himself. Was "back home" really such a place to want to return?]

Maybe a place of less confusion. [At least he is more certain of this locket. It's like a sorcerer's gismo. As if that is reassuring.]

b

[seidhe]

[ locket? who cares about the locket, iorveth all but ignores his entire existence ( aside from the occasional thought of smashing it against a rock each time it pings ). he took quickly to the forests upon arrival, the treetops only temporary solace from his infuriating situation.

and it is in the treetops he resides when sharp hearing catches heavy footfalls, iorveth is quick to assume it is another clumsy dh'oine knocking his bow. a glimpse of white hair, however, gives him pause and is the only thing that spares for poor fool from an arrow to the throat. ]

Tread lightly. [ there most certainly isn't a snare in your path, not siree. ( spoiler: there is. ) ]

oh my god iorveth yesss

[gwynbleidd]

[The voice gives him pause, and not so much because of what is said, but who said it. He could recognize the grate of this angry elf even in total darkness.

Truly, he should have downed a vial of Cat so he could see better, but he only had one, and using it on a mere dark and evil forest seems wasteful when he doesn't know if he can make more.

He lowers the locket and lifts his head.] I'd be careful in those trees. This place is alive.

hey bro how you doing

[seidhe]

[ geralt are you accusing him of not being able to handle himself in a ploughing forest? in the cover of his tree the old elf scowls deeply, arrow returning to it's quiver and bow sheathed. ]

I am in no danger vatt'ghern, unlike those who wander blindly through the dark.

[ now he could get down and greet him properly, expect that he doesn't. iorveth remains in the trees nicely hidden from most eyes. ]

nothing much just being kidnapped

[gwynbleidd]

I see better than you think. [But he can thank being a witcher for that; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to control his pupils like he could, dilating to see in through the forest. The rather evil forest.

For a moment, he looks around, listening, then he looks back up at the elf who refuses to dismount the tree.] Did anyone come with you here, Iorveth? Any of your Scoia'tael?

me too man me too

[seidhe]

[ geralt is not wrong about the forest however, it feels different than the forest that surrounded flotsam. for all the familiarity the wood and leaves brings, there is a unmistakeable darkness─ a danger that extends far. ]

No, they remain in Aedrin waiting for the curse to be dispelled.

[gwynbleidd]

[Well, that is both a relief and a disaster. What kind of chaos would the others be in with them gone?

He supposes he is left with just Iorveth, and that's that, but that is better than no one. He is still surprised that the elf has been dragged here. The imps, he realizes, must have invaded their world. Does that mean others may eventually come here?

He guesses they will find out.] Did you arrive at a castle first?

[seidhe]

[ his being dragged here is a matter of pride, deeply wounded by the very fact he had been taken by surprise and shoved into a sack. not a subject to be broached anytime soon.

as if coming to some sort of decision about geralt, the elf leaves the treetop and joins the witcher on the ground. ]

I did, it only stunk marginally less then Flotsam. [ aka, fuck that place man. ]

b!

[babblings]

[ how did she end up all the way here? the map they gave wasn't helping at all!

the longer she spent in this forest, the more she had wished she had that red twine varric had given her to mark her path. the dark of this entire place makes her skin crawl, and it makes her sad, too. how can a forest have so much darkness and anger? (what has been done to you, she wants to ask the roots. but does not. it does not seem like a good idea to do so)

instead, she keeps moving with the lightest step, trying to be as sharply aware of sound as she could be. which is how she picks up at the odd pings, and drifts towards them, bends around a tree to see the silver-haired human fumbling with it, and speaks quickly. ] - It's magic. It's nothing I've seen - [ half a lie. the eluvian held a similar concept, at least a little, but that was hardly the point. ] - but it's magic. But d'you think - it's a good idea to be causing so much noise here? I mean, this whole forest feels like it's ready to eat us.

b for blood magic

[gwynbleidd]

[Indeed, he can feel the forest ready to devour him, like a wild beast sitting ready on its haunches. The suffocating intent had swallowed him since he stepped through the trees, but he's faced worst monsters than an angry and evil Nature. He's confident, if it counts for anything here.

He closes the locket by fisting it in his palm, then turns his attention toward the direction of the speaker. He can see well enough. The features are fairly elvish; the voice, a woman. But she doesn't look like she inhabits this forest.] It is.

Are you going or coming?

#yolo as they say

[babblings]

[ Worse, or better. It was hard to say for her, in this place. Perhaps too early to tell, or perhaps because she simply would refuse to assign it one thing over another. She of all people knew just how ambiguous accusations like that could be

It is a sorrowful and twisted and dangerous place, and maybe it was just as simple as that.
At his question though, she cants her head with a few feather-light steps forward.

How does she even answer that? ] Both - or well, neither at the moment, I think. I - am a bit lost, actually.

[ well, no. not entirely; reading land was far easier than reading cities, but it was a starkly foreign land, none her clan had ever explored. She wasn't as much out of her element as much as out of her world. She looks around them.] Well, I mean, I can probably find a way out of here, but I'd still be lost. It's a place that's hard to get used to, is all. [ Creators, was she rambling? ]

[gwynbleidd]

[Rambling? Yes. Geralt, however, doesn't seem to mind. He lets her talk, turning to face her when she emerges from the brush. Really, he understands, and he feels the same. He can navigate fine with the map (and probably some without it), but this was was so unfamiliar that he would just be "lost" no matter where he went.

The fact that this forest didn't seem to house the best intentions wasn't helping.] It's an easy place to get lost in. [With his pupils dilated, he can see a good bit of her features. An elf. The ears are different from his world's own, and the markings on her face don't match any of the tattoos the Aen Seidhe have on their necks.] And and easy place to be taken after being kidnapped.

[babblings]

Yes, I suppose it is. [ Mythal did the shadows just move over there?

Her clan would say this was all Fen'Harel, leading everyone astray. She would've believed that, and maybe a part of her still does, even despite the imps and the faeries. ]

[ His eyes are - interesting, she finds. A curious thing, and she cannot entirely say if there's magic to them, to him, or if just around them. Maybe it's both. ] I - I thought a forest would be better than being inside that castle. Too many turns in there.

But this forest doesn't seem like it wants anyone to leave. Do you find that it keeps changing? [ and lastly, with a tone falling softer. ] It's so dismal and dark here.

[gwynbleidd]

[The observation gives him bitter amusement. An evil forest can, yes, be worse than a castle, but he also knows a castle can hold darker secrets and even darker men than a mere nefarious cluttering of woods.

He returns the locket in his hand to a safe nitch in his satchel so it's not lost among the dark, twisting brambles, and then he looks around them critically.] It could be possessed by a spirit. I don't know of one that could do it to an entire forest, but it may be possible. [Or a sorcerer maybe.

Or it could just be sick. Nature consumed by grief, or tortured by people trying to dismantle it. He can't hear its voice himself, but he can feel the angry aura tingling his skin.] Standing around could be dangerous.

FANCY MEETING YOU HERE - b is for beautiful reunions

[trisscuits]

Ah-?

[She's received a ping, seemingly out of nowhere, the chime coming from the locket in hand. It had startled her; why did it make such a noise?]

Yes, hello, can you hear me? Is there anyone there?

[Please talk back, dear locket, so she doesn't look like an idiot who's stopped to talk to a locket she's holding up to her face.]

does a jig

[gwynbleidd]

[This sorceress' voice surprises the hell out of him; it was the last voice he expected to come through the locket.] Triss?

[He peers over the contraption, unworried of its magical properties and more concerned if it will show him anything else. A location. A face.

Was it an illusion?] I'm here.

[trisscuits]

[Her voice was the last one he expected? Try it being the other way around. She almost hesitates before speaking up again, her grip on her locket tight.]

Geralt..? How is this possible?

[They're both here?]

[gwynbleidd]

[Before he answers, he takes a moment to wonder if anyone else can hear them. It's possible, yet there is no reply other than Triss' own.

He is not as relieved as he should be, so instead he asks:] Where are you?

[trisscuits]

[He won't believe her answer. She glances around and frowns, moving forward to somewhere more...open. Somewhere where he can find her or she can find him.]

A hallway.

[Not very helpful.]

Hold on, I'm trying to find...something...

[Some kind of item for a landmark.]

Never mind. Where are you? I'll come to you.

[gwynbleidd]

[He looks back at the castle, thinking.] There's a banquet. Go there.

[He hopes it's the same banquet he is familiar with, the Unseelie one. He's already headed back inside.] I'll find you.

[trisscuits]

[She's not going to mention that that's where she's just come from. Sigh. Always making things so difficult, Witcher.]

You know what to look for.

[She's talking about her red hair by the way!!]

b!

[rhyddid]

[Saskia's done her best to avoid contact with most people, Seelie and Unseelie both, in favor of making her own way into the land with an open mind. She wants to see what is here, to know the truth instead of some honeyed words fed to her by the Courts. What races inhabit these lands? What are their customs? Is their situation similar or entirely different from their own back in Aedirn?

It's for that reason that she has taken to the road, alternating between her dragon form for flight and her human guise for silent traversing in the dark and in the woods.

The locket pings go on and off every now and again, annoying, and she answers it at last with a quiet voice.]

Whomever you are, you should take care not to call out so freely.

SASKIA YESSSS. there is a little group of us omg

[gwynbleidd]

[He thinks he's figured out what the purpose of the lockets is, and glad once he has because he now understands the reach of their broadcast.

The voice that finally comes through afterwards really blindsides him. He knows this voice. He stood beside this voice and even helped this voice.

He pauses a moment as if he believes he's going crazy, then he answers:] Saskia?