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Welcome to Medietas and our first ever Test Drive Meme! As we approach the grand opening of the game on April 1st, we thought we’d kick things off with a little something that will get you all interacting in the new setting! And it’s one less sample you have to worry about on your application if you’re considering our little game here.

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’ve just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon via a … floating boat, with people you may or may not know? You can’t help but ponder what’s going on here, but the vessel seems to be approaching a harbor and when it docks, some lovely locals are standing in wait to greet you. After that they hand you a map and communications device and invite you to find your accommodations and explore.

2. Party, party!: On the evening of your first night in the city, a party is being thrown on Aerilon in honor of your arrival. Eat, mingle, dance, meet the other new arrivals! The locals put on quite the celebration!

3. Go Exploring!: There's plenty of places to explore, be it in your designated housing area, or on one of the adjoining community islands! Hike the mountains in Eurus. Sit on the beaches of Imber with a cocktail, or go swimming. Adventure in the forests of Mundus. Be careful though! Every area has it's dangers.

4. The Bells Are Ringing!: And that means a islands wide warning that something dangerous is approaching! But where the heck are they coming from? Nevermind that, the caretakers rally the children and the senior citizens while Scykal, Imber's local sea monster, emerges from the large body of water on the island.  Interesting.  He hasn't been spotted in a long time.  Help the locals defeat him!

5. Wild Card!: Choose your own scenario!

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Daenerys Targaryen | ASoIaF

[brideoffire]

3.

The more time that passed, the clearer it became that this place was not a dream brought on by exhaustion or fever or spoiled food. It was a shame; as a dream, it was lovely and strange, looking out at a soft blue sky beyond the edge of a floating island. Thrilling and surreal and awe-inspiring. As reality, however, it was...still all of those things, but they were buried beneath a thick layer of disbelief and terror.

There was a good deal more exploring she should do--gods knew she would need to find her lodgings before night fell--but she'd needed to find the edge of the world she was to live in now and look down at the world below, to feel that clutch of fright and exhilaration in the pit of her stomach. Someday, she mused, when both her dragons and her armies were large enough, she would look down on Westeros from this height...she wondered if she would feel as small and delighted and scared then as she did now.

Assuming she was ever allowed to leave this hells-forsaken place, of course.

With a soft sigh, Daenerys unfolded her map and turned on her heel, unhurried steps returning vaguely towards what she thought might be the same path she'd taken to get here. But, if it was not, well, then she would have explored a little more, and it was a very finite stretch of land she found herself on now; it was unlikely that she would be able to get lost.

[princeofsummerhall]

Rhaegar had spent the last several hours trying to map out the strange place he'd come to. He had been riding from Harrenhal, along the roads of the Riverlands and had hoped to meet with Lyanna Stark once more. Now he was in this place, this strange set of islands, and neither kith nor kin had come with him.

The fall of silvery hair reminded him, very much, of his mother though the woman was far shorter than Rhaella was.

"Fire and Blood," he called out, testing something. Clearly someone with that look had to know of House Targaryen if not a member of his house.

[brideoffire]

They were certainly not words that Daenerys expected to hear, though they were a mantra she repeated to herself often, a reminder and a prayer. She looked up sharply, and stared; it would see that this mad, flying island must also be full of ghosts.

"Vi-Viserys?" she managed to stammer, though even as the name stumbled past her lips she knew that though there was a strong resemblance, it was the wrong name. What the right name was, she wasn't certain. Aegon? Daeron? Jaehaerys?

Perhaps Ser Barristan was wrong, perhaps she was touched with madness, seeing visions of an impossible land and spectres of her long dead kin.

[princeofsummerhall]

"Rhaegar," he said, drawing closer to her. Viserys had been his younger brother, quite small, and he wondered who this woman was that she would say his name before all others.

"I knew you must know of House Targaryen, looking as you do. You look like my mother...are you a cousin, perhaps? Or a Velaryon?"

[brideoffire]

Daenerys blinked rapidly, her lips moving to form a denial she couldn't give voice to. That can't be. Her eldest brother...could whatever magic created this impossible place, that brought them all here, could it also raise the dead?

"No, I..." Oh, how was she to explain without sounding like a madwoman? She couldn't. There were no words that could possibly make her existence anything but an impossible lie to him. All the same, she stammered the insane statement and prayed for the best. "My name is Daenerys. I--I'm your sister."

[princeofsummerhall]

"My mother was pregnant," Rhaegar said, lips turning up in a knowing smile. "She hadn't announced to many people but she'd told me. She wanted to keep it a secret since she'd had so much trouble."

"Hāedar," he said, the Valyrian coming easily to his tongue. "Little sister. It is my pleasure to meet you."

[brideoffire]

To be so readily accepted was both a puzzle and a relief. But given their surroundings, perhaps meeting one's dead brother, and one's unborn sister a woman grown, were not quite so strange.

There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to ask, but so much of it was sad that she couldn't. Not just yet. "Brother." Though she smiled, tears gathered in her eyes as she stepped closer and held out her hand. "I--it is--it is so wonderful to meet you. I have wanted to for such a long, long time."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

This world was a strange one. The people she had seen, as well as the magic it seemed to possess. It was a land that would make the Maesters weep with frustration and confusion. Too often she had heard that magic was a story for children. When she had been old enough, those fantasies that she and her brothers created had been crushed by the grim reality of life. Had she believed a bit more ardently or been willful to a larger scale, perhaps she would not be as amazed as she was.

Though, who could say what could when what was is was still happening.

She explored and wandered, scaling the stony crags and the winding rivers. She stood above the dunes of the desert and stared across the blue ocean. There was so much beauty in the midst of madness, she felt she could collapse from the sheer scale of it all.

And among it all strode a woman, a lady of silver hair and the proud bearing of a Targaryen. She had lost Rhaegar along the way, but had seemingly stumbled upon another dragon. One that did not look half as mad as Aerys and nearly as beautiful as Rhaegar.

Approaching slowly, Lyanna regarded the woman with uncertainty. She could be from their world. Or she could be a stranger, simply resembling the Targaryens without being from their house. It was a roll of chance. "My lady? Are you lost?"

[brideoffire]

"To be honest, my lady, I've not decided yet," Daenerys replied with an amused smile, glancing up from her map. The young woman approaching her looked to be roughly the same age as she, and she was dressed in a familiar style of garb, more so than some of the other occupants of this place. If nothing else, it was comforting to know she might not be alone in her stumbling. She still did not trust this odd device she'd been given along with her map.

"This path will take me back to the bridge, yes?" she asked, stepping closer and tipping her map toward the woman. "Back to, ah...Aerilon?"

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"I believe so." Lyanna said, smiling at the young woman. Her features were more distinct, more discernible. It was easier to see that she did not simply resemble a Targaryen, she clearly had the blood of the dragon. "I'm a bit lost myself. I fear I've wandered too far from the city."

Lyanna took a step closer to her, "You are a Targaryen?"

[brideoffire]

Almost immediately the smile slipped from Dany's lips, and she took a single, careful step back. She had many enemies after all, both in Westeros and across the Narrow Sea. She could hardly be blamed for her caution.

"I am," she confirmed with a hint of pride, giving the other woman a searching look. "I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of Aerys and Rhaella Targaryen. Who asks?"

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"I didn't know that King Aerys and Queen Rhaella were expecting another child." Though, if there had been an announcement, it was lost in the chaos of Robert's reaction to her disappearance. Westeros was distracted by something other than another heir to the throne.

"My name is Lyanna of House Stark."

[brideoffire]

Dany's eyebrows lifted in surprise. Of all the people she might have expected to meet from her own lands, Lyanna Stark would have been listed close to the bottom of her list. "Are you," she murmured softly, tilting her head slightly. "I suppose you wouldn't know of me, then. You...you knew my brother. Rhaegar."

[otherqualities]

"Oh, I say! The wind is quite bracing, isn't it?"

Should Daenerys turn to see who's addressing her, she'll see Elizabeth, clad in her dark blue coat and sporting her sword in sheath and pistol holstered, resting against her hips. She's also smiling quite cheerfully, perhaps in assumption that Dany, a fellow young lady, could do with a friendly face.

"I've spent most of the two hours exploring, and it is quite pretty. But I'm still quite at a loss to know for certain why I'm here."

Stepping forward, she offers a little bob of a curtsey. "Miss Elizabeth Bennet. How do you do?"

[brideoffire]

A friendly greeting deserves friendliness in return, and though Daenerys has been given little opportunity for it in quite some time, she has always been quite capable of being personable and kind. Though she cannot deny it's somewhat intimidating, to be approached by one so well armed without her knights or her dragons at her side, the woman has made no threat towards her. Indeed, she is nothing but courteous, and so Daenerys smiles and dips her head slightly in acknowledgement of the respectful curtsy.

"A pleasure, Miss...Bennet?" she replies, the lilt of a question raising the last syllable of her name. She was uncertain, if it was the proper way to address her, or if 'Miss Elizabeth' was more appropriate. "Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen. You're quite right, they're lovely islands. Magical, even. Still, lovely as they are, I object to being kidnapped, as I imagine we all do."

She canted her head slightly and gestured with her free hand, indicating the weaponry dotting her person, a sword and another thing she did not recognize save for that it had the look and feel of weapons. "It would appear you came prepared for battle. That may well be to your advantage. One can only guess at what the purpose of our abduction was, or the nature of our captor."

[otherqualities]

"Elizabeth will do." This is offered cheerfully, and truth be told it's possibly the most personable greeting she's offered to anyone she's met so far on the islands. Not that she hasn't been personable to other people, but Daenerys seems made of a certain mettle that perhaps reminds Lizzie of Jane.

"Quite, Miss Targaryen." Elizabeth is in complete agreement. "I haven't been able to fathom as to the purpose of why we're here and the natives had been dreadfully unforthcoming. I'm not altogether certain if their lack of information is due to true ignorance, loyalty to whatever brought us here, or or fear of whatever brought us here."

At the gesture toward her armaments, Elizabeth flushes. "Yes. Well. Where I come from, every able bodied person learns to defend themselves, you see. Though it has occurred to me in meeting others that we are not all...from the same place?" She's not sure how else to put it. "I see that you lack for such accourtements, Miss Targaryen. As such, it would be remiss of me not to offer my assistance until such time as you've your own means of certain protection. Ladies must stand shoulder to shoulder in light of such matters as mutual protection, mustn't they?"

[brideoffire]

"Daenerys will do," Dany replied in an intentional echo of Elizabeth's introduction. A queen she might have been, but this place was not her kingdom, and this woman was not her subject. Her many titles, she suspected, meant nothing here.

"My apologies, I did not mean to embarrass you, Elizabeth," she offered, noting the faint pinkness that colored the other woman's cheeks. "I do believe you're right. Upon arrival I met a very large man with very large horns, which was quite a shocking sight. The manner of dress I've seen on many others is very different from what I am accustomed to."

Though nothing and no one had threatened her safety thus far, she didn't at all mind the idea of having company for a time. "I fear I never learned to use a blade," she admitted, carefully folding her map and tucking it away for the time being. "Women rarely do, where I am from, though there are exceptions."

[otherqualities]

"I have heard that more and more as I have encountered others in this peculiar place." Elizabeth admits, frowning. "I suppose if there is no direct threat of equal proportion toward the gentler sex, we've no need of it. But I think I would not be the same person at all for the lack of blade and bullet."

She shrugs it off though, focusing on the matter of their present circumstances. "Is that a map? Are you drawing it as you go, or did someone give it to you?" Lizzie can't help but sound hopeful.

[starkbastard]

Even if he part of him, or most of him even, knew that Ghost was not on this strange island, since he could not feel his presence, nor warg into the beast, Jon had taken on himself to look for the direwolf on the island. It would as well be a good opportunity to explore this land he would be living in for a time, and perhaps speak to the locals about the reason why he had been brought to this place.

Without even noticing, he was following a silver haired woman, with whom he nearly collided when she turned on her heels, back from where she was heading, and him, his nose into the map they all have been given, trying to make notes of buildings, for later references.

Jon lowered the paper in time to stop and step aside, brushing against the woman.

"My apologies, my lady."

The look upon her was breathtaking, especially for a man that had not seen many women before being brought to this place, but there was something else to her. It was not a familiar feeling, as if he had ever seen her before, but more like he should have known of her. She had the looks Maester Luwin had taught the Stark children about the Targaryen, pale hair and lilac eyes, but her garbs were more like those he had been told of the people of Essos. He had found his half-sister and dead aunt on the island, already. Could the Gods of this world have brought in more Westerosi?

[brideoffire]

The unexpected closeness of another person startled her, and Daenerys slipped on a loose stone, blindly flailing out a hand to catch herself. Her fingers grasped a handful of thick material of a cloak meant to be worn in weather much colder than the warmth she was accustomed to, as a young man murmured an apology.

Though she regained her footing quickly, her cheeks still flushed with mild embarrassment; it was hardly the sort of first impression she liked to make, lost so deep in her own thoughts that she nearly ran straight into someone. "I believe the fault is mine," she admitted, letting go of the poor boy's cloak and straightening her dress in an attempt to gather up whatever shreds of dignity remained to her. "You, at least, were quick enough to dodge."

She smiled slightly as she studied the boy's face, and realized he was hardly a boy at all. He was close to her own age, perhaps even a year or two older, with a somber but handsome face. Yet again, it was a relief to see another person as lost and confused by their new surroundings as she was. "My apologies, for my carelessness."

[starkbastard]

When he felt her slip back, Jon extended his hand to catch hers as her fingers closed around his cloak. It was a good thing he worn it; Jon had waddle about its used on the island since the weather was a lot warmer than at the Wall, but now at least, it had kept a lovely woman from falling down. Once she was stable again, Jon shook his head:

"Nay, there is no need to apologize. I can not fault you for not knowing where to turn." After all, she looked just as lost as he was.

They were just passerby crossing each other's path and yet, for some reasons, Jon was reluctant to let her leave. Tilting his head, offering a small but warm smile (as warm as Northerners could muster), he nodded towards the map in her hands:

"Are you newly arrived on the island as well, my lady? Perhaps I can direct you, even if this world is not my own. I have walked the paths a few times now." It was the truth, Jon had explored a bit of their new residency, searching for friends and foes from Westeros, as well as speaking to locals. It would be better for the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch to learn as much as he could from thi place, even if most natives had been scarce in the information they wanted, or could, share.

If Daenerys was attentive enough, she might recognize Jon's accent as something closely similar to the one of her former advisor, Jorah Mormont.

[brideoffire]

The idea of having company while she tried to navigate the paths from island to island was not at all unappealing to Daenerys. She had not been here long, but already she was missing the company of Missandei, of Irri and Jhiqui and Ser Barristan. Suddenly finding herself alone and friendless, spirited away to a strange new place was unpleasant, to say the least. Though she did not immediately connect the cadence and lilt of his speech to Ser Jorah, it did inspire warm, pleasant feelings of safety, trust, friendship.

"I would like that," she replied, smiling her thanks. "It would be nice to walk for a bit without a map in front of my face. A rather dangerous habit to develop on a floating island, is it not?"

She folded the parchment carefully and in spite of her words was careful to tuck it away safely; the Seven knew how long she would need it, before she became intimately familiar with her new surroundings. "My name is Daenerys."

[starkbastard]

Jon smiled, though he could not say if it was because the young woman had taken his offer, or the humor of her words. Surely it was the latter.

"Nay, I would not advise it. Lest you have hidden wings beneath your cloak."

He waited for her to stow away her map, before offering her his arm; he may have taken vows of celibacy, he still knew how to treat noblewomen. He was Lord Commander now, surely it was expected of him to act like a lord.

"And mine is Jon Snow," he offered with a curt nod of his head. News of the Mother of Dragons had yet to travel far North to the Wall, and Jon was not fazed by her name.

"Was there a place you were searching for in particular, my lady?" He knew little of the island, but perhaps he had seen what, whom or where she was seeking.

[tauraran]

Her hair caught his eye first; it was gold and silver and much like his own. Thranduil was drawn to such beauty, yet the current circumstances had also made him wary. He was not merely wandering about his home nor was he amongst his people. This woman - this child - was likely from another world entirely and that alone inspired caution.

His long robes of silver and burnished copper were not easy to miss - and the crown on his head, one made of intertwined twigs and leaves, was not one often seen - if ever. He stood at near seven feet tall, yet his sword was not drawn nor did he seem ready to threaten her.

"A lady should not wander alone."

[brideoffire]

Daenerys had always been a small woman, but never before had she been forced to look up to someone quite like this; not even her husband Khal Drogo had towered above her so. For a moment, she could only stare, for she was certain she had also never looked upon another person, man or woman, quite so otherworldly and beautiful.

"Perhaps that is so, Your Grace," she replied, for even though a crown may not proof enough that she stood before royalty, cautious respect was preferable to accidental insult. "But I was not given a choice. My guard and my handmaidens, it would seem, were left behind when I was brought here."