test drive meme #12

[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 August 25th, and apps are open September 1st.

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: O SHIT WADDUP
[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.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to hop right on you and chow down. This time, the Door has brought in several Doomed, from the Final Fantasy XI video game.

These strange undead creatures look somewhat froglike in appearance, but rumor has it they're actually made from a bunch of gross dead bodies all stuck together. Their whiplike tongue can hurt pretty bad, and if that wasn't enough, they can emit gasses that make it hard to concentrate, fight, and even stand upright. Have fun!]

SCENARIO TWO: PARANOIA
[Out of nowhere, you received a message on your phone. It's most likely from an unknown number - but not necessarily. It could be from someone you know, a number you recognize. A friend, an enemy, a trusted ally. But it's not who the message is from that matters, it's what it says.

Listen to me. They've been lying to you this whole time, and now they're coming for you. That, and nothing else.

So what will you do? Laugh and ignore this clearly missent text? Text back, try to get more details? Freak out? Or maybe you already know what it's talking about - who it's talking about. Maybe it's talking about that person who just walked by you. Didn't they look at you for a little too long? Doesn't it look like they might have a weapon?

You've got to protect yourself in whatever way you can. Who knows what they're plotting.]

C O M B I N A T I O N

SCENARIO THREE: LOUD VALLEY
[There you were, walking down one of Hadriel's rubble-strewn streets, when out of nowhere a cheery tune played. And then... everything changed.

Now there are rainbows along the cave ceiling, candy in the shops, walls painted in bright colors. Everything is cheery and happy and designed to lighten your heart. And if you walk around, you may just find your very own animal companion waiting to frolic and play with you! Sure, it'll all change back to normal Hadriel before long, but right now you might as well enjoy it.

This is a mini version of our Loud Valley event this month!]

Comments

[rebelarchivist]

Dorian isn't trying to crush anyone's hope. He's just really annoyed, and complaining about what he's sure anyone would admit is a shit situation makes him feel a bit better.

"Some days I can't believe it either." It's quiet, enough to acknowledge the sympathy, and he really can't But he's not oblivious, he notices the woman's face, how she looks stunned, and he sighs quietly. "I'm sure it's not everyone who has this happen to them. My luck can be notoriously bad." He thinks about everyone he's known since he left Thedas. He hopes they've gotten to go home.

He has heard rumors of a bar, it's really quite amazing that he's not there already, drowning his proverbial sorrows.

[survivethis]

"My luck isn't always the best, either." So who knows. Maybe she'll end up wandering the worlds, though she certainly hopes not. There's important work that needs to be done at home.

"Maybe your new friend will bring you luck. Right?" She smiles a little to the hound.

[rebelarchivist]

"I was told once that luck was the Maker taking an interest in your life. Which would explain quite a lot I suppose. I'd prefer a bit less attention personally." Either way. He would take a lack of good luck in exchange for a lack of bad luck as well.

Dorian snorted, looking down at the hound, who wagged his stump of a tail and looked up at Dorian expectantly, tongue lolling out. "Unless he knows how to fetch wine bottles or make armor, I highly doubt he'll be terribly good luck for me. Most of what I know about Mabari is that they consume an unholy amount of food and that they need frequent baths." And like hell was he giving a dog a bath. Though that might cut down on the stink. The Dog, seemingly aware that Dorian was talking about him, barked eagerly, shoving his large head under Dorian's head. The mage sighed in exasperation, but scratched him behind his ears, muttering under his breath. "Great beast. I can see why Cullen is so fond of you."