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Voice test post: Bedivere
Jul. 5th, 2018 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
holyswordarm[1]
[You are a visitor to Britain for political reasons. Yesterday, you arrived in Londinium and were taken to Camelot to meet King Arthur himself (and were probably surprised by how young and feminine he looks). Today, however, the king is too busy to meet for diplomatic discussions, so it's up to you to keep yourself occupied. Except...]
Good morning. I am Sir Bedivere, Knight of the Round Table. His Majesty the King asked that I escort you today, since he cannot attend to policy matters until tomorrow. If there is anything you would like to do either in the castle or in town, I would be more than happy to arrange it for you.
[...Except you have this youthful-looking man standing before you and bowing in introduction.]
[2]
[You've just had a sparring match with Bedivere, and both of you are out of breath. Depending on your own weapon skills, it could have been an even match or a one-sided victory in his favor. While it's true that he has no magical properties or special weapons like many of his contemporary knights, he's made it apparent in this match right now that he makes up the difference in raw skill with a blade. In fact, on an even playing field, he'd very likely be three times as adept as even Sir Gawain or Sir Lancelot.]
Ah...um, now that we're done, I'd like to thank you for taking the time to spar with me. I feel like I learned from the experience, and I hope that you did, as well.
[3]
[A major battle has just ended, and something's wrong. During the battle, you saw Bedivere attack an enemy with nothing but his bare right hand -- and somehow a blade of energy burst forth from it to slice through his foe. In addition, the name he called out was "Airgetlam." Those with a knowledge of Celtic myth may recognize that name as belonging to the Celtic god Nuadha, whose surname -- "Airgetlam" -- means "silver hand" in Gaelic. So, it would seem that his right arm originally belonged to a god.
But, then, after the battle, Bedivere hunches over in pain, clutching his right shoulder. Getting close enough to him will reveal the scent of burning flesh. After a while, the grimace on his face disappears, and he relaxes.
What do you do?]
[4]
[Wild card!]
[You are a visitor to Britain for political reasons. Yesterday, you arrived in Londinium and were taken to Camelot to meet King Arthur himself (and were probably surprised by how young and feminine he looks). Today, however, the king is too busy to meet for diplomatic discussions, so it's up to you to keep yourself occupied. Except...]
Good morning. I am Sir Bedivere, Knight of the Round Table. His Majesty the King asked that I escort you today, since he cannot attend to policy matters until tomorrow. If there is anything you would like to do either in the castle or in town, I would be more than happy to arrange it for you.
[...Except you have this youthful-looking man standing before you and bowing in introduction.]
[2]
[You've just had a sparring match with Bedivere, and both of you are out of breath. Depending on your own weapon skills, it could have been an even match or a one-sided victory in his favor. While it's true that he has no magical properties or special weapons like many of his contemporary knights, he's made it apparent in this match right now that he makes up the difference in raw skill with a blade. In fact, on an even playing field, he'd very likely be three times as adept as even Sir Gawain or Sir Lancelot.]
Ah...um, now that we're done, I'd like to thank you for taking the time to spar with me. I feel like I learned from the experience, and I hope that you did, as well.
[3]
[A major battle has just ended, and something's wrong. During the battle, you saw Bedivere attack an enemy with nothing but his bare right hand -- and somehow a blade of energy burst forth from it to slice through his foe. In addition, the name he called out was "Airgetlam." Those with a knowledge of Celtic myth may recognize that name as belonging to the Celtic god Nuadha, whose surname -- "Airgetlam" -- means "silver hand" in Gaelic. So, it would seem that his right arm originally belonged to a god.
But, then, after the battle, Bedivere hunches over in pain, clutching his right shoulder. Getting close enough to him will reveal the scent of burning flesh. After a while, the grimace on his face disappears, and he relaxes.
What do you do?]
[4]
[Wild card!]
