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T E S T   D R I V E   M E M E

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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[iron_beneath_beauty]

[He intrigued her. The gentleness of his manner was far different than his father's or even Robert for that matter. He had no gruffness about him, no arrogance shining from his eyes. He found the beauty in the simple things, as evidenced by his music.

Most men she knew would shun such things, viewing it as effeminate. Yet Rhaegar embraced it. He seemed as honorable as her brothers and just as ameable. Strangely, she forgot sometimes that he was a prince. In seeing him, he was nothing more than the sort of man that she had always hoped to meet. Not for a lover, as she never thought of such things (the word was almost ruined by Robert's presence in her life), but as a friend. A similar soul to her own.]

Don't allow my sex to mislead you. I may be a woman, but I am as much a knight as those men that I bested in the tourney. What makes a knight? Is it the title that others seem to flaunt? Or is it the honor?

[princeofsummerhall]

[Rhaegar could not help but laugh. She was so certain in her convictions, so impassioned. It had been a long time since he had seen passion so violently displayed. He drew closer and touched her cheek. It was a liberty, yes, but he was a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms and she was the daughter of one of his vassals. It was within his rights, even if he was a man wed and she was betrothed to another. It was not normal for him to be so imperious and, yet, he could not help himself with her.]

Some would say that what makes a knight is the anointing of the Seven by another knight. Any knight can make a knight, you know.

[He tilted his head a bit, considering.]

Kneel, my lady.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

[Her instinct said to flinch away from his touch. None but Robert had taken that liberty with her. Any other man, she would have attacked him with her fists. Tenderness was not so easily brought out in her, even when it was, she fought against it. She was loyal to her friends and sweet with her family (so long as they didn't tease her.) But she had never been romantic with a man. It was foreign to her, despite the strange appeal glowing in her heart.

She was proud, filled with triumph from both the joust, now in the obvious sign of interest the prince showed to her. Never in her life did she imagine she would care, but the woman in her was waking, reaching towards the surface.

Her hands remained at her side, awkward and uncertain. He was more experienced than she was, yet this seemed natural. Right. Thankfully, it was not a rapid pace. He didn't grab at her as Robert grabbed at other women. He was respectful, even in these gestures.

With a laugh, she knelt before him.]

As you will, your grace.

[princeofsummerhall]

[Rhaegar gently touched her brow, then her shoulders as he spoke.]

Father, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Smith, Warrior and Stranger, I name Lyanna Stark a knight of the Seven Kingdoms.

[He smiled then, bright, and motioned for her to stand.]

There. I've made you a knight. I doubt anyone is going to argue with a prince about who can and cannot be a knight in my kingdom.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

[Her grin came naturally and bright, grateful he didn't poke fun of her nature or her desires. When she was younger, her brothers had played knights with her, trying to convince her to be the maiden they rescued. It never went the direction they wanted.

Strangely, he didn't reprimand her. Not as Robert would have, had he looked beyond her features.]

That is, if you tell anyone you found the mysterious knight. Robert Baratheon seemed quite eager to have me unmasked. Would you shame them before the whole of the Kingdoms?

[princeofsummerhall]

[Rhaegar offered his hand to her, tugging her to her feet. In doing so, he pulled her close. A liberty, yes, but he was willing to take it. When might he get another chance to hold this woman in his arms, to look upon her openly and hungrily? Never, not while his wife and Robert Baratheon lived.]

I'll shame anyone I want. I am blood of the dragon. That being said, no, I can't unmask you. I can't risk...I can't risk Baratheon being angry with you.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

[She tensed in his arms, still uncertain and afraid of the feelings he raised in her. It was all so new and fresh, it was a haze in her mind, a jungle of jumbled thoughts. She needed a moment to catch her breath, even as her heart beat fervently in her chest, commanding her to stay rooted in place.

Despite herself, she pulled out of his arms, taking a single step back. It wasn't out of respect for Robert or his wife that caused her to break from his embrace. Only her fear, her shyness.]

I'm not afraid of him. [She said this as her voice quavered, anxiety rising to the surface by Rhaegar's gaze.] His good opinion matters little to me, as mine is so low of him.

[princeofsummerhall]

[Rhaegar reached for her again, pressing her against him. He wished he wasn't wearing plate, that she wasn't wearing plate, that he might feel her softness against him. He lifted his hand and touched her chin, tipping it upward.]

Dragons of old had more than one wife. I could have you for my own, Lyanna Stark, and damn Baratheon to seven hells. Would you like that?

[iron_beneath_beauty]

[Her head was spinning and her knees felt weak beneath her, even as he held her tightly in his arms. Fear ran cold in her veins, foreign within the she-wolf of the North. This was so great a decision, so strange of a question that she couldn't answer as firmly or definitively as she would like.

One moment ago, she was beneath the tree, startled by the Prince's sudden appearance. Suddenly, she was in his arms and he was asking for her to be his.

Had Ned been here or Brandon, they would have rebuked her, shielding her behind them as they drew her out of the dragon's coils. No, this wasn't right.

Despite that knowledge, she hesitated, afraid and uncertain.]

You don't even know me, Rhaegar. [It was the first she spoke his name without formalities or pretense. She addressed him as an equal, a man, not a prince.]

What you're asking is impossible.

[princeofsummerhall]

[Rhaegar kissed her, just a gentle press of lips against her own, and pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.]

You don't know me but you seem to know your own heart. You have no love for Robert Baratheon. You could be a queen, my lady, and bear my children alongside me. You could dwell with me on Dragonstone while Elia remains at court. It is possible. How could your father refuse such an offer?

[iron_beneath_beauty]

He would. [She didn't need to ask him or wait for his response. She knew very well how her family would respond to such a proposal. Even as her mind stalled, swept away by the kiss. Robert had kissed her, but it hadn't been sweet or tender. There had been wine on his breath and the heavy smell of sweat.

He was a swamp compared to Rhaegar's ocean.] My father would believe it an insult to my honor. You have a wife, he would think you are making me a...[she couldn't say the word "whore."] Your father would never agree.

All of this...it's confusing me.

[princeofsummerhall]

[Rhaegar held her close, looked into her eyes.]

You would be a princess, same as Elia, and your children legitimate. I don't hold with what the Seven say. I am blood of the dragon, I can do what I wish.

[He grinned at her, thumb brushing against her cheek.]

What if I stole you?

[iron_beneath_beauty]

Against my will? [She asked in a breathless laugh.] No one would believe it. [Robert might, but her brothers...they knew that she was a fighter. She wouldn't allow herself to be stolen so easily. Unless their honor was raised before their reason.]

Why me? Why are you so insistent to have me? If it is for my beauty, I suggest you release me. I will not transfer my betrothal from Robert to another just like him. [It didn't seem possible, not from what she had seen of him.]

[princeofsummerhall]

[Rhaegar shook his head. His hair fell from where he had it bound and he pushed it back, wanting to see her clearly.]

I want your beauty, your joy, your sorrow. I want your lust and your love. I want everything of you, I want to press against you until the space is no longer there. I want to have met you before my father married me to Elia. How could I go back to a candle when I've been touched by fire?

[iron_beneath_beauty]

[He had a way with words, something she knew long before they spoke. He was a poet, a singer. He had managed to move her to tears the night before. Now he left her blushing, her heart racing in her chest.

Despite her reason and sense, she was swept away by the romanticism and the softness he offered her. Robert claimed to love her, but he never sought to prove it. A man could not change his nature, as she had told Ned before. She did not love or trust Robert.

She could love Rhaegar, away from the eyes of the court and her family's discontent. She had wanted freedom, adventure. She could have it, so long as she was willing to reach out and take it. It wasn't about strength, she had that aplenty, but desire...she wasn't certain yet.]

Show me then. [She pulled out of his arms again, this time creating more space between them. Firm in her decision to stand on her own two feet.] Prove it.

[princeofsummerhall]

[Rhaegar's eyes lit up with the challenge but he shook his head.]

Not here, my lady. I won't take the maidenhead of a highborn girl in the middle of the woods. I'll crown you the queen of my heart in front of everyone. I'll take you to Dragonstone and make your body sing until you want to weep. I'll be good to you, Lyanna, and I'll prove it.

[He offered his hand.] Come, we have to go back. I will keep your secret, Ser Lyanna of the Laughing Tree.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

[She herself sigh with relief, granted a small reprieve to think and sort what she wanted. She could surround herself with her family, draw away from the magic of the forest. Away from the beauty of his words.

She was careful to remove the last of her armor along the way, hiding it carefully when she returned to the camp. It wasn't the knight that she thought of, the persona she had taken on. It was the challenge put forth for Rhaegar. How would he fulfill it and when?

She would have to wait and see.]