Test Drive Meme #29

[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 February 21st, and apps are open March 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: FRACTURED FUTURE?
[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.

This time, the Door has decided to bring in some monsters who already have a taste of what it's like to win their war. Welcome to the Risen, from the Fire Emblem franchise!

Risen are reanimated corpses, dedicated to obeying their master's will. While they have some form of sentience, they cannot be dissuaded from their goal and attack all who oppose them with a singleminded desire to execute their purpose, which unfortunately for you is "killing indiscriminately". Still, they're not all bad and some of them may even be relieved to finally be put to death. Have fun!]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO TWO: ONLY THE GOOD STUFF
[Tranquility has decided to take over Hope's food supply regimen and- well, if anyone thought he was a self righteous hipster before, this is probably what's going to seal the deal. All the food provided in the shops is now extremely vegan-only, from basic lettuce to the most bland fruit you can stand to look at.

None of it even tastes like anything, either- it's all like you're eating water. Maybe to Tranquility, this is a feast, but for you, it's difficult to register that you're even full. Better start prepping those salt mines- it's gonna be a long month.]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: YANDERE LIFE
[Unfortunately for you, you came at a time when Rage was very unhappy with everyone- and now you get to suffer for it. Is there anyone who catches your eye? Anyone who you might want to get to know a little better? Well, you're about to get to know them a lot better, because now you're obsessed with them.

It's not the innocent kind of obsession, either- this is a full speed ahead, breakdown, pull out the knives and rope kind of obsession, where your desire to be near someone is synonymous with stalking, being a creep, and overall just not really anything remotely approaching healthy.

Better look out and hope that nobody gets a crush on you either.

This is a mini version of our Kiss me Kill me event this month.]

Comments

[crippled]

Ivar looks surprised at the question. Like he'd never once considered that fighting for nothing more than the sake of it wouldn't automatically be enough. "A warrior is great because of their skill. Though, failing that, their courage." He spares a moment to huff in amusement, before his brow crinkles again. "Who cares why a man fights? Huh? Isn't the outcome the same whether it was for fame, or love, or boredom? As long as he does it well he honors the gods, that is what matters."

He looks curiously to the medallion when Kelson brings it out, fingers inching up of their own accord to touch it because Ivar has always been the type to look with his hands, although he'll stop if Kelson pulls it back. It doesn't inspire the same visceral reaction of hate in him that the cross does, after a lifetime learning at Floki's feet, so he's more free to simply look upon something new to him. "You are a strange one," he laughs, like tolerance is new enough to him to sound like a joke. "What did your saint do that the Church turned on him, hm?" He wonders how glad this Christian would be if he knew the things Ivar had done to Christian churches in the name of his faith. To the foolish worshipers within them.

Not so glad, he thinks: he licks his lips and entertains explaining himself just to watch disgust bloom across the man's soft face, to see anger burn over it and replace the cautious kindness that he finds a touch unnerving. Ivar always did like to drag things down into the dirt with him, to pull them kicking and screaming onto his level.

But the question is enough to derail him, for now. "My mother was völva," he says by way of an explanation, honest purely on a whim. He has a habit of being more truthful with enemies than with allies of late, it seems. Clarifying: "A witch, a seer. In the end, it didn't bring her any joy." There is a touch of reverence for the way he speaks about it, though, and her. Certainly, there's no condemnation there.

[kingforboth]

That was strange to Kelson, not caring why a warrior must fight. "But your gods don't care if there's a reason? What if it's for a dishonorable reason? I would think you would have to care. There would have to be a reason for fighting beyond simple violence. Something that propels you through, to carry you. Simple skill is good to have, without it a man will get killed, but if you're dedicated a fight to your gods, wouldn't you want to have a good reason to do it?" He didn't want to call Ivar's faith strange, he just really didn't understand how that could be acceptable. How he could not even have considered it.

"I would say a reason makes a very hard impact on the outcome. Man has to be more than just simple animals.

And yes, if Kelson knew the things Ivar had done to churches and those in them he would probably have him hanged. Don't give him any rope. While he may not have met any of Ivar's faith before, he was well acquainted with those who might plunder, murder and profane sacred houses. Be grateful he did not know. Such things Kelson would not tolerate.

But he didn't know, and Kelson did not jerk away when Ivar put his fingers to the medal. "He had the audacity to be born with magic. The Church came to view those with it..." Kelson paused momentarily between words, trying to come up with the most diplomatic words. "With distrust. It's political." As was everything in his life. "A few committed atrocities, and so every one born to that race must be punished accordingly." He shook his head, he was working on it. But changing belief and fear so entrenched was hard.

The fact that his mother seemed like she could work magic wasn't something that Kelson expected. Nor was it enough for him to share his own. No, he'd spent years using his abilities in ways that wouldn't scare people, that he could claim Divine Right rather than inherent magic, even if they knew his lineage. It wasn't a secret. He just downplayed it. "I'm sorry for your mother then. Did she not pass it down to you?"