TEST DRIVE MEME #5

[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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[orcsurfing]

[ The ears, the hair, the bearing. Many things small and large alike say elf, yet equally many say otherwise. It's a curious thing to him, like so many of the folk arriving are (so much he had seen already, so much more there is to see and to know, in Drabwurld and among all the shardbearers of either court), and his look shows it, yet without staring rudely. His interest is blatant, almost tangible in the air, but he also keeps his attention on the conversation. A small, friendly smile ever in place. ]

Ah! Nay, my apologies! For many who have been brought this night this stronghold will become a home from now on, should they choose to remain, and I would encourage to explore and grow familiar with its layout. But I would also encourage making the most of tonight, the rare times when true peace can be enjoyed by the shardbearers are the nights of the feast.

[ That smile broadens in a moment, mirth flashes in his eyes and he gives a small shrug. ]

Unless one enjoys spending their time differently.

[ Like himself, riding out into the forest in the dead of the night. Though it's not entirely without a purpose that he goes through with this little excursion. ]

[folklorish]

[ Admittedly, there is a quiet arrogance that drapes about Nuada like a second skin, as much a part of him as the inhuman appearance. He tilts his head, giving Legolas the same sort of slow perusal; of utmost importance is the way the elf carries himself in the armor. A youth unsure of his own prowess walks very differently than a seasoned fighter, and Legolas' gait suggests he has some experience with battle. ]

It is not my home.

[ Dismissive tone, with a faint edge. This castle, however gilded and marvelously appointed, is crawling with mortals. He does not understand how anyone else can stand to be so near the vermin. ]

Feasts and fighting. That is what I was told would most occupy my time here. Are you suggesting otherwise?

[orcsurfing]

[ It's been months in making, the return of this easy confidence with which Legolas always, always carried himself. The scars beneath the layers of clothing and armour still tug at his consciousness, and each day he fights the change they force upon him. He will not fear, he will not distrust at the mere foul look, he will not be ruthless for no reason whatsoever. ]

More fighting than feasts, in my experience, plenty of travel too and politics. [ His tone flows like a melody, rising with sweetness and excitement at the mention of travel and falling into put upon flatness at the tail end with politics. Barely, Legolas resists rolling his eyes, and instead when he continues it's to focus on the more pleasant aspects. ] 'tis a rich and beautiful world out there, after all, to sit cooped up in Caer Glaem I find to be a great waste.

[ His gaze flickers to one of the windows in the hall and towards what can be seen of Caer Glaem in the dark. A brief moment, before he speaks again and his eyes fixed once more on his company. ]

I cannot hold it against you that you would not wish to remain here, because neither is it my wish, to be true. It is easy here, however, though I would not call it safe. But to return to where you truly wish, there are no means to my best knowledge, I fear.

[ What sympathy there is in his voice now is all for the plight of all others, his own home has lost all draw for him after all, with his father's return and the arrival of so many of friends of old, dear and resting eternally at the time of his own stepping through the threshold of Drabwurld. ]

[folklorish]

[ All men bear scars, though perhaps the greater number can be found in the mind and emotions. Nuada bears some of his own, but they were earned in battle and he does his utmost to keep his flesh from being injured. Why, of course, is a private matter and unlikely to be discussed with outsiders. ]

Fighting I have done, and traveled far, so it seems the only change is politics. I wonder if this world holds such things in higher esteem than others. Is there a council? Are subjects allowed a voice?

[ It is thus in his sire's court, despite the disagreement between father and son that led to his departure, and Nuada has always considered it a good sign when royals are willing to listen to their people. ] I have not stepped beyond the castle walls yet. It seemed more prudent to learn the layout here first.

But fresh air and solid earth unblemished by mortal touch would be welcome.