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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]

A child alone among a sea of new arrivals had a way of bearing distinction. Lyanna's eyes spotted the young boy, sympathy filling her as she regarded him. He wandered, unguided by anyone, lost and small. She was young herself, but she had always cared for those that were in need of aid. Especially those that were as innocent as Bran.

She approached him slowly, offering a gentle smile, so as not to prompt fear within him. Her face kind and tender. "Do you need any help?" She asked softly, kneeling down to face him.

[summerswarg]

Bran turned and looked at her, unsure. She had a sudden familiarity that he couldn't quite place so he didn't flee despite his urge to. He nodded slowly and looked around.

"Do you know where we are? I want to go home to my family."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

She hated to be honest with a child, especially when the situation seemed dark and frightening, but she had always preferred the truth when she was his age. A part of her believed he could accept it, no matter his fear. "No," she shook her head. "But I will help you find a way back, I promise."

It was a feeble promise, one she couldn't be sure that she could keep, but she would try. For his sake. "What is your name?"

[summerswarg]

He nodded, glad she was honest. "I am Brandon of House Stark." He puffed out his chest a little, proud to be a Stark. "What's your name?"

[iron_beneath_beauty]

She stared at him in amazement. No, that was impossible. Her brother did not look this way when he was a child. He couldn't be, nor was it possible for him to be here. "Brandon of House Stark? Who is your father?"

Rickard? Was he her brother?

[summerswarg]

Bran looked at her curiously. She hadn't answered his question and yet she seemed to recognise the name. So he humoured her and answered her question.

"My father's name is Eddard."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

Ned had not yet been wed when last she saw him. It had been Brandon that was to marry first, followed not long after by herself. Yet here stood a child with Ned's features, a boy that strongly resembled her brother when he was a lad. It seemed impossible, but there was no denying what her eyes beheld.

A smile graced over her lips, amazed laughter breathless on the wind. "Eddard Stark? Ned had a son?" Her eyes widened. When and where and with whom? She could not picture it, but here stood the proof. "I am Lyanna Stark, your aunt."

[summerswarg]

Her name saddened Bran, knowing her fate. "I thought I recognised you." Though not from knowing her, but from spending time in by her grave.

"My father has many sons. Four sons and two daughters in fact. I'm second in line to Winterfell after Robb." Again, he looked proud of that. He knew it better than Robb anyway.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

She grinned, warmed by this news, despite the strange circumstances and the questions this raised. For a moment, she could shuffle it aside and consider her brother's happiness. He bore several sons and daughters, creating a large family, one that she did not doubt he cherished deeply. Ned had always been loving.

But that Ned seemed to have inherited Winterfell, that left her stomach knotted and pained. Brandon was the heir, why then did Ned become Lord of the North?

"Is he well? I haven't seen Ned in some time."

[summerswarg]

"When last I saw him, he was. Before I arrived here, it was the day before we were heading to King's Landing. Father has been named Hand of the King."

He looks so proud of his father's achievement and happy to be heading to King's Landing. Though, after what the Queen's brother had done, maybe he shouldn't be going. And meeting his dead aunt wasn't dissuading him to the fact he was also dead from his fall.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"Hand of the King?" Pride filled her. Rhaegar, it had to be his doing. Her family, likely after a time, had come to accept what happened between the Prince and her. As he had assured her, he found them a place at court. Ned, dear, honorable Ned was hand of the King. A place that he would excell, far more than Tywin Lannister.

"Your brothers and sisters, tell me about them."

[summerswarg]

Bran smiled, glad she was happy. "Robb's the oldest. Then Sansa. She always tries her best to be a lady. Arya wishes she was a boy and I hate it when she shows off. Rickon's just a baby and Jon's a bastard."

He didn't have much to say. He was too young to really understand what was going on and what she wanted to know without more direct questioning. At least he hadn't ask anything to make her wonder of her own existence.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"Your sister Arya sounds the same as me. When I was a girl, I would do the same. My brother Brandon hated it as well, but it was Benjen that teased me." She said, laughing, pleased to hear that her dearest Ned's children carried on so much of their legacy. "Jon? It's not in Ned's nature to have paramours. He never was bold enough to court a lady in that way."

Perhaps he changed? Though she couldn't imagine that it was so.