Test Drive

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Welcome to Medietas! Are you interested in joining the game? Do you have an old muse you want to dust off? Are you looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting? Well, you've come to the right place!

You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!

Possible Scenarios:

1. New Arrival: You have just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon via a floating boat with people you may or may not know. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on here, or how you even got on the boat in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!

2. Getting Settled: So, you've arrived, but now there's five islands you should get yourself acquainted with. Meet your starter home neighbors! Start your new job! Check out the market on Aerilon. Or, attend one of the many block parties!

3. Lost!: Somehow you got yourself turned around and confused and getting back to where you want to be is looking impossible.

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

Comments

[summerswarg]

Bran seemed to stiffen slightly as that particular house name was mentioned. "I pray for that too." He said, quietly.

"To anyone who would speak ill of you. She says you're a good man. And I trust my sister."

Bran stopped at the bridge and, after waiting for Tyrion to catch up, knelt down so he was no longer taller than the dwarf. He didn't tower over him like men grown, but he wanted to be face to face when he asked this of the man. "Tell me truthfully, is my sister right? Where would your allegiance lie if our prayers are not answered?" He wanted to believe Sansa but after everything he'd heard, and his own experience, he wanted to be sure he was doing the right thing.

[tallasaking]

Tyrion's eyes narrow then - for whatever the boy might have heard about his own family, he had clearly heard something of the Lannisters.

He's surprised by that - surprised she would defend him so readily, considering. Well. Considering that she loathed him so much during their marriage or at least, loathed the idea of being married to him.

The question settled some of Tyrion's suspicions, into facts. He had a feeling Bran knew precisely what happened after that hunt. Mis-matched eyes lifted to meet Bran's. "My allegiance lies with the Mother of Dragons, Bran Stark. My ties with House Lannister died the day I left King's Landing."

And killed his father, but he had no idea what Sansa had told Bran. Here he paused, and here he stated simply, "I would see House Stark avenged - for Sansa's sake, and selfishly, for my own. To raise my House's enemy up? To bring the Wolf to tear out the Lion's throat? Would give me no greater pleasure."

[summerswarg]

Bran listened intently. Maester Luwin had always told him to listen carefully as any words could be important. And if something happened to Robb, Gods forbid, then he would become Lord of Winterfell after their father died.

He waited until he was certain Tyrion was finished then he smiled. "Then you'll be happy to hear that the Mother of Dragons is here also. She has one of them with her and it's amazing." He stood up and continued walking, slowly so Tyrion could keep up. "I'm glad to hear you're not against us. I didn't want to have Summer rip your throat out."

[tallasaking]

Now that did make Tyrion brighten, because that would be the best time to see if the Mother of Dragons was in fact, worthy of his counsel, and everything he had sacrificed to get to her.

Then Bran mentioned the dragon, and he stared at the boy's back again for a moment, before he moved faster than most would think possible, "A dragon? Here? She has it here with her?"

He is so caught up with his childhood dream that he paused for a moment - then snorted softly. "Yes, I'd rather not have Summer ripping out my throat either. How would I be able to drink without it?"

[summerswarg]

"One of them yes. Everyone here appears to be have been blessed with a few items from home. For me, my sisters and my brother, we were allowed our direwolves. For the Mother of Dragons, she was given a dragon. Will you have a lion waiting for you in your home, Lord Tyrion?"

It was a joke, based on house sigils. From what he'd heard of the Imp, he would find it amusing. And Bran decided it would be better to ignore the final question. It was quite obvious what the threat had meant.

[tallasaking]

"Well, that is a blessing indeed. I hope mine is a bottle of Arbor Red, then." He quipped, before Bran's statement surprised a laugh out of him, "I am afraid I was never fortunate enough for my own pet lion - ah, but what a pleasure it would be to have one."

Oh, the threat was made and understood. Tyrion was well pleased to become an ally and not a meal.

[summerswarg]

"This place holds many surprises. I don't think anything is impossible. Everyone but my aunt is older than they were the last time I saw them. I assume the same is said for you as well."

All the Starks seemed to know of his fall and it had been anything from months to years ago in their memory. Excluding those not alive at the time, of course.

[tallasaking]

"Your aunt?" Now, he was going to frown deeply. Ugh, of course Lysa would be here. He sighed, heavily, before saying tartly, "I suppose young Robin is still attached to her breast?"

After a moment, he thinks on it, "Older in years, and experience, I would wager. Winter's start is never kind."

[summerswarg]

Bran chuckled. "Not Aunt Lysa. Aunt Lyanna." His aunt had died in Robert's Rebellion, everyone knew that. And yet she was here, with Rhaegar. It made this place almost too interesting to wish to go home.

"So what's the last thing you remember?" It had been asked of him, he found not reason to ask it back.

[tallasaking]

"Aunt ... Lyanna?" But she's dead! were words that did not leave Tyrion's lips, because yes, she was dead but this was a place where the dead and the living met.

"The last thing I remember was signing an agreement with the Second Sons, in Meereen." He shrugged, "It was hot, I was uncomfortable, and there was the feeling of destiny on the air."

[summerswarg]

"Yes. She's very interesting. I'm glad I got to meet her. And Rhaegar." Because they were so famous in their family's history.

But then Tyrion completely derailed Bran's thoughts. "Meereen..." He breathed. "It sounds so exotic and wonderful. I wonder if I'll ever go there."

[tallasaking]

"... And ... Rhaegar." Rhaegar. Was here. Oh, that was just ... wonderful. He being the only Lannister here - he hoped - this was not going to turn out badly at all.

He smiled a little at the look of wonder on Bran's face. He knew he had the same look as a child. "If you do, I shall show you around the great pyramid."

[summerswarg]

Bran was lost in awe of Meereen now to care of Tyrion's safety with his uncle by marriage.

"I would love that." He smiled. "You're not bad company, for a Lannister."

[tallasaking]

Perhaps he would be given some leeway as long as he brought up that now they were technically both tied together by blood and treaty? Or at least by marriage ..

He let out a laugh at that, before he retorted, "And you are not bad company for a Stark. In fact, I think I shall proclaim you my third favorite one."

[summerswarg]

Bran gave him a look, stopping in their walk. "Only third?" He teased. "Sansa has to be your first favourite but who is your second?" His instinct told him it was either of his parents, probably his father, but he didn't want to argue or make a fool of himself. He was enjoying the conversation.

[tallasaking]

He would not flush like a damned wetnursed boy at that assessment, before he stated simply, "Your brother Jon Snow, of course. A man who claimed me friend, before I became worthy of the honor."

[summerswarg]

"I'll tell Jon that. Though I'm sure he'll just state that he's not a Stark." Which didn't bother Bran. It made him the Imp's second favourite.

He continued walking, slowly so Tyrion could keep up easily, and pondered everything that had happened. But he said nothing else. His companion would no doubt get sick of his questions.

[tallasaking]

"He shall always be a Stark in my eyes." He was a bastard who had proven his house's nobility, even if he was never claimed to the name. Still, he would have to admit that Bran was quite likeable. He reminded him a great deal of Tommen still, and his heart ached.

He was appreciative of the speed, and now he looked around to ask his own questions, "What manner of a place is this? I have never seen it's like."

[summerswarg]

"Mine too." Bran agreed. Jon was and always would be his brother.

"I'm not sure. There's five islands, like there's seven kingdoms back home. And I've heard there's a King and Queen who live on Aerilon."

[tallasaking]

Well, there you had it. Jon would always be a Stark, to his family and his friends. Tyrion nodded his agreement, then hummed softly.

"Do the King and Queen take visitors?"

[summerswarg]

Bran shrugged. "I don't know. It's never been as important as everyone else." He sounded sadder than before, less excited. "They're all trying to protect me from..." He stopped, changing the subject.

"Maybe you could ask. You're a Lord, they might see you."

[tallasaking]

He looked sharply over at Bran, and then changed the subject. "I shall have to see - why are all the women wearing such strange clothes? It barely covers them at all."

[summerswarg]

"It's not home. You can't expect everyone to act like they do in Westeros." Bran thought that part was obvious.

[tallasaking]

".... I see, so the fashion is for women to go around with less clothing." He turned around and walked backwards for a moment, "Well, I cannot say I object. At all."

[summerswarg]

Bran shrugged again. "I wouldn't know." He's still ten. Fashion doesn't interest him and neither do women he's not related to.