medietas_ooc | Test Drive

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!
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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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Alric smiles amiably and responds to that introduction with a courteous nod, his attention obviously drawn to the mention of Westeros.

"I'm sure the honor is mine, Lord Baelish. You are certainly not the first to arrive here from Westeros. I've had the good fortune to count a number of others from that land among my friends, here; I certainly hope I shall be able to do so with yourself, as well."

A measured, diplomatic answer: seeming sincere enough in its friendly intentions, but offering no promises with so little information about where exactly Petyr stands in relation to anyone else. After all, he knows Westeros is a tumultuous place, and Petyr is a new player who seemes the sort to at least be tangentially if not directly involved in the affairs of the day: he's already proven himself an attentive observer, and in Alric's experience, few people with the title Lord are content merely to watch.

"I hope you've not suffered too much from the turmoil, there. I gather more than one great family has fallen victim to it... although this place seems to offer some respite."

Excellent. He could use friends, or at least allies. Especially in this place where he knows no one.

Though if this man really does know people from Westeros, which he must because otherwise why would he have heard of it, then it's possible that there are some here he does know. "I would certainly welcome a familiar face. Which ones should I expect to see here?" He likes knowing what's going on, and in this case, it's probably better not to be surprised.

"I mercifully made it through the war unscathed. My family was never one of the great ones." Nowhere near, in fact, what with his father's, and now his, holdings being almost as small in size as he is, and the title being essentially mostly symbolic. In fact, just a few generations ago, the family hadn't even been Westerosi.

Alric nods understandingly, his expression vaguely pensive as though mentally taking stock of all the Westerosi arrivals.

"Mm... well, several members of House Stark. A blacksmith, as I understand it, and a... knight, although I gather knights are made rather more easily in Westeros than in the Kaithenian Empire. A Targaryen prince and princess, as well, however--the latter, I gather, a queen in her own right, elsewhere. Ah... oh, a young lady of farther northern extraction than the Starks, as well, as I understand. There may of course be others I've not come across, yet."

As much as he made a good show of considering neutrally who there was as he listed them, glancing off briefly between descriptions, he also took care to observe Patyr's reactions. Partly to gauge any existing animosities he might find himself having to moderate, knowing well how those could exist (and persist beyond reason) between noble houses, and partly to better gauge the point in Westerosi history from which he came. After all, between Sansa and Rhaegar, Alric had friends spanning nearly two decades, already.

He's had a lot of practice at keeping a neutral look on his face, to give nothing away, and while Alric is listing off names, he manages to keep that neutral look on his face. Until the mention of the Targaryens. That name is enough of a surprise for a brief flicker of it to show on his face. The blacksmith, he'll be no more useful than anyone else, and the knight could be anyone. His interest depends mostly on which lord he's sworn to. The Starks, well, for some reason he's not surprised to hear that there are some here. Most of them seem to have a tendency to stick their noses where their noses shouldn't be, and lose their heads over it.

Targaryen, there's a name he hadn't expected to hear. There's only one of them left, but he hasn't heard anything about her being a queen anywhere. So it can't be her, though he's not sure which one it might be.

"The Targaryens have been kings and queens for centuries. There are many alive today who were born during the reign of the Mad King. I am not aware of any who are a king or queen of anywhere other than Westeros."

Alric chuckles softly and raises a hand in a soothing gesture.

"Regretfully, my knowledge of your history and neighbors is limited, so I fear I cannot discuss details meaningfully. Much as I'd be interested to learn, there's not been an opportunity. But in broad strokes, yes, I gather as much from them."

He pauses just a moment.

"I should explain--not all of those from Westeros are from the same point in history."

He pauses again for that statement to sink in.

"At least two are from before the Targaryen dynasty was overthrown; most of House Stark is here from various points in the following war--some from just before, and some, it would appear, from the midst of it."

"There are fewer Starks than there used to be." He certainly wasn't that upset at the demise of the one who almost killed him, and he felt no particular loyalty to Ned. And while it is true that he was able to use Ned's death to his advantage, he could have done the same thing with Ned on the Wall.

"Different points in history. That must keep things lively."

Alric raises his eyebrows slightly at that comment, but smiles to himself.

"...I must say it seems there are more Starks here than even they expected to meet. But, yes, I suppose 'lively' is true enough... although, fortunately, it doesn't seem to have spurred any terrible strife."

"How many Starks are there here?" That seems to be the largest group from Westeros, and he should know what he's dealing with here. "I've known one of them since we were children."

Alric takes a moment to count for himself, glancing aside.

"Let's see... five, I believe? If I've not missed any, that is."

He smiles to himself, intrigued at that announcement.

"Indeed..? They certainly seem a respectable family, at least." A brief pause, there, and his smile fades somewhat. "...I gather the war in Westeros has been... exceptionally hard on them."

From what he'd heard, and gauging by Petyr's age, Alric has to assume the Stark in question is one of those he'd heard had died at some point in the ongoing conflict. No need to ask more directly, then.

"Not all of them, then." Considering there are that many children alone, the whole family can't be here. Though there's really only two whose presence he cares anything about. It wouldn't bother him if the rest of them disappeared from this place, or never came in the first place.

"Respectable? Honorable, certainly." Ned Stark's honor and inexperience with the way the capitol works had led to a predictable end, after all.

"There are fewer Starks than there used to be, after all."

Alric raises an eyebrow at that reply, although his amiable manner doesn't falter, seeming more intrigued than bothered.

"You say that as though you hesitate to call honor a respectable quality, Lord Baelish."

His tone is ever so slightly playful, as though teasing at being astonished--Petyr's obviously the sort of person who doesn't habitually misspeak, but it would be rude to directly accuse him of scoffing at honor.

"Perhaps it's a peculiarity of my training, but I tend to hold that of strength, wisdom, and honor, each is equally respectable--and equally dangerous without its counterparts."

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