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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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"I fear for my safety all the time," Sansa says, casting her gaze downward. She has been used ill for so long that it is difficult to trust anyone. This strange man, though, seems to be calming and trustworthy in spite of her natural tendency not to trust anyone any longer.

"My husband uses me ill. I do not know if he will show up here or not."

"...as a cautionary measure or are you accustomed to being in danger?" he knows the answer - he can sense her fear - but he wonders if she will lie about it. Men do not like to be seen as weak in his experience.

"A husband should cherish his wife and see to her needs before his own." yes, he is speaking from experience there too, "Why has your husband failed in that regard?"

Sansa carefully pushes up the sleeves of her gown, shows the least of the bruises she has. "Here, my lord, he did this. And these," she says, showing her neck.

"He simply needs the claim on my lands. He's going to kill me before I can ever bear him a son. I'm afraid he might come here. That's why I pray to the gods...I prayed and you came."

She need not show more for him to know her injuries are far more extensive. His expression hardens, though it is not directed at her.

"I will not stand for such; you need not fear."

Sansa isn't one of his people, but she is a child who has been abused. Thranduil is not hard-hearted enough to refuse her aid.

"The gods did not bring me to you." however he does take a moment to glance at the trees, "I know the sounds of the forest and I could sense your unease before you spoke." he smiles faintly as a butterfly lands on his shoulder, "A child should never feel fear. I do not know your parents' reasoning for marrying you so young, but I will sunder the bond myself."

"My parents are dead, my lord." Sansa is not certain who this man is but he is kind and gentle and she's grateful for it. It's been a long while since she's felt she could trust anyone.

"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Sansa, of House Stark."

"May I ask what befell them?" his instincts are telling him nothing good. It couldn't have been natural unless they were old when they had her.

"Well met, Lady Sansa. I am King Thranduil of the Greenwood." though it is currently called Mirkwood thanks to Sauron's nasty influence.

"Murdered, your Grace. My father was executed for a perceived treason against the crown and my mother betrayed by her own bannermen," Sansa says. The words are wooden and soft; she has told this story many times to many people, though perhaps to none so sympathetic as this king.

"I am no traitor. I assure you of this."

His lips tighten in a pale line and he shakes his head absently. Who in their right mind would call a child a traitor? Who would take her parents from her?

It brings back bad memories and he has very little patience for those involved.

"A child does as their parents dictate. To punish you for such is not only cruel but idiotic." his fierce anger dies down long enough for him to add, "You say perceived treason. Your father was not, then, treasonous?"

"He spoke against a king who was young and foolish. He told him sound advice and was punished for it," Sansa says, lip trembling a bit. It has been a long time since she's told the story of how her father died and even now, after years, she still sees him kneeling on the steps of the Sept of Baelor.

"They promised me that he would just be sent to the Wall, not killed. They promised."

"Idiotic indeed." his voice softens and he moves towards her, not touching but offering a comforting presence, "Promises mean naught to those who behave so irrationally." and they will bring rebellion on themselves and those that follow them.

"A King must do what is best for his people and not cater to his own ego." though that too can be a struggle when faced with old friends or foes, "Your father was a good Man. Do not spend your life mourning his end. He gave you far more than the memories they corrupted."

His words are a solace to her and Sansa nods, taking them to heart. She barely knows him but only in this small interaction, she feels like Thranduil is a very good king indeed.

"Your words have been so kind, your Grace. Is there some way I could repay you for your kindness to me? Anything at all?"

Thranduil looks taken aback by her offer. He shakes his head and moves away from her, understanding for the first time that this child has been abused.

"May I inquire as to your age, Lady Sansa?"

"Eight and ten, your Grace," Sansa says, giving him a kind smile. "Only just, though. I just had my nameday a few weeks ago."

It seems so strange to be that old now, in truth, when Sansa has felt that old for years now.

"A babe!" he exclaims, marveling, "Are you truly considered of marriage age so young?" it is too fast. If Legolas had asked to marry at eighteen, Thranduil would have thrown a fit.

"I wish you well in this new year." he frowns sorrowfully. This child couldn't celebrate the day with her mother as she should have done by Arda tradition.

"Thank you, your Grace. I was married the first time at fourteen," Sansa explains. "Which is very young, to be certain, but I had flowered and it is not uncommon for noble girls to marry very young. This second marriage happened at seventeen."

Sansa doesn't think her marriages happened too young but, again, apparently Westerosi standards were different than those in the king's realm.

Fourteen. That number strikes him even harder and he closes his eyes, barely hiding a wince.

"An Elf is not considered an adult until they reach their first century." and only then would he have considered a match for Legolas, "And we do not marry more than once."

For them, consummating is often the marriage and there is no such thing as cheating on your spouse.

"Unfortunately, I won't live that long," Sansa says. It is not sad, though, because she thinks there might be disadvantages for living for such a long, long time.

"I do hope, someday, that I might marry someone who is kind to me. I hope it is a while off, though. I am sick of being married."

"The fate of all mortals." though some mortals live considerably longer in Arda, "You deserve no less." his gaze softens and he smiles, "Enjoy your freedom and do not relinquish it for any man."

Marriages should be about equality; not dominance.

TDM!

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