test drive meme # 25

[hadrielmods]

Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open October 25th, and apps are open November 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

Two quick points here as well:

1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: THEY'RE GOOD DOGS BRENT
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

It looks like this time the Door is going for something very literally evil. This time, you get to play with some hell hounds, from various exciting places but in this case the Forgotten Realms tabletop setting.

Hell hounds are dog-shaped creatures, but you know... just a little bigger than normal. Or maybe a lot. They've also got glowing red eyes and smoke coming out of their mouths, because of course they do. They like to hunt in packs, and particularly enjoy surrounding a vulnerable target and breathing fire at it. Or biting. Whatever works! Yay, dogs!]

D E L I G H T

SCENARIO TWO: A SONG IN YOUR HEART
[It's a beautiful day, a beautiful morning, and on a day like this, all you want to do is sing! Okay, maybe you don't normally, but you sure do today. It seems like every moment calls for a new song, every little bump in the road can be paved over by singing about it. Even if you're upset or sad - well, a ballad is sure to make you feel better!

So let it all out, sing your heart out, and maybe throw in a dance number or two. Or maybe someone else is singing to you - a love confession? A song of thanks for all you've done? A catchy little ditty about how annoying it is that you always use up all the hot water? The sky's the limit!

Then again, maybe you're the one person not singing. Maybe you've managed to resist the urge, and think everyone else is absolutely bonkers. Go ahead, stare at them in horror as they serenade you. We're sure they won't be offended!]

C O M B I N A T I O N

SCENARIO THREE: BRING ME A DREAM
[You fell into a deep sleep the moment you laid your head down tonight - even if you don't usually sleep. And now you're dreaming, as would be expected. But this dream seems more vivid in some way, suffused with emotion. It could be a frightening dream, an angry one, a sad one. One full of hope, or a dream of the one you love, or a happy memory. Maybe it's just a confusing or calming dream - but whatever it is, it's soaking in that particular emotion.

And you aren't the only one there. Someone's come to visit your dream - they could be a stranger or a friend, or even an enemy. You can't shut them out, and you can't choose who they are. They'll be there with you in that dream, experiencing it. Unless, of course, you're the visitor, and you're in someone else's dream. Enjoy the show, if you can.

This is a mini version of our Dreamwalker event this month.]

Comments

[songofstaying]

Oh, you hush! You absolute brute, you enjoyed that entirely too much.

[ But he laughs. ]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs as well before sobering ]

I maintain the look on your face was worth it! I can tell you the sordid tale, if you want - as you can imagine, since it involves a Silmaril it....well. It went about as you can expect. It ties directly into your story, in truth.

[songofstaying]

Sometime you will, I do not doubt. But tell me the end, of this grandson of Turgon and how he came to set a silmaril in the sky.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor nods, and wonders if Finrod will ever speak to him again when he finds out. But for now... ]

It came to him from Elwing, granddaughter of Luthien the Fair and Beren One-Hand, who he had taken to wife. They used it's light to show them the way to Valinor, and there he pleaded for the Valar to come to the aid of Middle-earth. But Earendil and Elwing both were peredhel - and they could not return the way they came. So the Valar hallowed his ship, and set the Silmaril on it's prow. He pilots it now - he cannot return to the lands of his birth, but at least this way he can see it. He's come close only once, in the war the Valar came to fight. He killed Ancalagon the Black, that day. But mostly he's just a star.

[songofstaying]

[ There is much of that tale which will anger Finrod, when he learns it in full, Maglor’s part not the least. But it will not be solely for Maglor, and neither will it last forever. ]

Ahh, that is a good end to it, insofar as it can be.

[bythewaves]

It is - not ideal but considering...

[songofstaying]

Considering it occurs under all of our Doom, yes. [ Finrod supplies before Maglor can finish with something much darker and no doubt far more self deprecating. ]

If both are half-elven, that must mean Itarillë married a mortal Man. Who?

[bythewaves]

[ He blinks and then smiles a little ]

Yes. She married a Hadorian - Tuor, son of Huor, if you remember?

[songofstaying]

The House of Hador I know of, but the name Tuor is not one I recall...

[bythewaves]

Let me think... [ Maglor frowns, going through his memories ]

He was Huor's son, who was brother to Hurin, and both of them sons of Galdor, if that places him for you.

[songofstaying]

Ah! I see now, though I know them only through mention. It was Fingon that knew them well, as I recall.

[bythewaves]

Yes - they were staunch allies of his house. He is also descended from the Haladin, too, on his mother's side, I think. But he is related now by marriage also to some of your friends. His wife, Elwing of Doriath - her grandfather is Beren, son of Barahir, who is Beor's kin. And so all our tales overlap.