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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]

There was a resemblance in his features that it was difficult not to be struck by. Ned appeared similar to the young man, especially in dour humor. She could remember Ned seated away from the festivities, watching with a soft smile, rather than joining Robert in drunken activities. Perhaps it was the cold of North, it had a way of dulling the fires of amusement and passions.

Save for her own.

Lyanna watched the man for a time, trying to decide where she had seen him before. He had a look about him of the North, there was a possibility he was from her world. Perhaps even was one of her father's men. But that seemed like a heart's wish, rather than what could be the reality of the situation.

With a small sigh, she shoved away her home sickness. Lyanna, never one to sit idle, moved towards the man, curious to at least know what had him so dour. She smiled, offering him a cup of wine. "You are not one for parties?"

[kingofthenorth]

He tried to ignore her, but when it appeared she was lingering for a reply he recognized he was being rude. "No." Replied with a shake from his head. "I don't know why I came. Sentimental for such things I imagine."

His voice reflected one indeed from the north, but her features hadn't clued him in on her own history. "Forgive me, but I'm afraid they stir bad memories."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"You don't need my forgiveness, ser." His accent. She knew it well, having spent her life surrounded by men with similar inflections. His features, his humor, his voice. It was a sharp reminder of home. If she was wrong, she would appear foolish, but her curiosity would be satisfied.

If she wasn't, she would have a countryman on the island with her.

"The festivities of Winterfell are quite different than this. Did you have the chance to see them when you were last home?"

[kingofthenorth]

"And what do you know of Winterfell?" Her features seemed familiar, perhaps one from the North as well. There was no delicate way to hide his surprise for her knowledge of Winterfell.

And finally he admits, "It was my home."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"It belongs to my father, the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North." She answered with a proud grin. No matter the reason for her departure, it didn't change the feelings she bore towards her family. Wolves ran in packs and she would always be a loyal daughter of the North.

"Your home? Were you one of my father's men? I don't recall your face."

[kingofthenorth]

Robb raised to his feet with an expression of confusion upon his face, though much like with a wolf with raised hackles and becoming territorial.

"Are you lying to me or find this amusing?" He glances around, expecting to find someone he knew, perhaps one of his siblings, playing a joke on him just behind her.

"Aye, and I don't recall yours," Robb is quick to reply, "As I am Lord of Winterfell." Was, actually, but that wasn't common to him just yet.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"I do not lie." She retorted just as fiercely, baring her fangs for him, as any wolf who had been provoked. "My name is Lyanna, of the House Stark. My father is Lord of Winterfell, Rickon Stark! After him shall come Brandon Stark, heir to the North! Do not tell me I lie!"

She frowned, confusion evident in her eyes. Anger subsided, curious and wary. "Who are you? You are not the Lord nor ever shall be! I should have seen your face, but I see you are some Northern man playing a silly joke! I am not amused!"

[kingofthenorth]

Robb simply stopped, as if instantly deflating at her sharp reply and naming only those he knew from teachings of Maester Luwin and his father. "Dead. All of them." He replied without thinking, "And so are you." He says that as if he believed her.

And so am I as is father and most likely mother.

"I am Robb Stark, son of Eddard Stark and Lord of Winterfell." He spoke with confidence, but with a lack of enthusiasm and pride he typically possessed when speaking his title.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"Ned?" He had the look of a Northman, she had thought as much before, but on closer inspection, she saw her brother's eyes. The strong, gentle eyes of the one she had loved best, save for Rhaegar. It was impossible, but this place was filled with impossible magic. This was only a further example, what the Maesters would call 'nonsense' or 'madness'.

Yet her eyes saw what they saw, her mind believing that above the stodginess of those old men. This was her nephew, Ned's son.

"Robb Stark." She repeated it to herself, solidifying it in her memory, as though it would make sense of it all. "He must have had a pretty wife, for I cannot imagine him having pretty sons." It was a feeble attempt at a joke, a means of trying to shake the gloom from their meeting.

She had once teased Ned of the same. That his bride would have to be lovely or he would be cursed with crag faced children. He would laugh and smile, pleasing her as he always did. How strange that these precious memories would mean so much, comforting her in the face of something so frightening and heartbreaking. "You are my nephew?"

[kingofthenorth]

"My mother is a Tully... Catelyn." He replies, eyes now looking elsewhere after feeling her gaze upon him.

At her question, his face remains neutral as he tried to calm himself down. He couldn't quite figure any of this out. The last memories he recalled was Roose Bolton whispering words in his ear as his men screamed out around him before being overcome with searing pain... and waking up here. None of this made sense nor where this place exactly was.

And if she was his aunt, why wasn't father and his brothers here? Or any of his men?

"I don't know." He finally replied, "Nothing makes any sense here."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"Catelyn Tully? Of Riverrun? She's Brandon's betrothed." Ned with Brandon's wife? Did Brandon decide on another woman? Or did he decide, for some reason or another, to take the black? She couldn't imagine him having much interest, especially in casting aside the chance to father sons. He showed far more enthusiasm for it than Ned did, but Ned did not feel the need to bed women when it suited him.

"Nothing does, but I don't suppose this is a world that is meant to make sense. But then, neither did our world." It was the best comfort she could offer, even as she stared at him in shock and confusion, holding as many questions as he did. "Ned, did he grow to be a good man?"