Test Drive Meme 006

[voidtreckermods]

Welcome to our Test Drive Meme! Here is the place to see how your character might fit the setting, grab some samples and start having fun!

1. Post with your character. I’ve written out some prompts but feel free to make up your own, you have a whole train to play with!

2. Assume they have been around long enough for threads to jump right into the action!

3. Have much fun!

Happy testing!

Void Trecking

The thing about being on a train hurtling through void space is there’s not much to see. Outside the window lies an endless void of kaleidoscope colours shifting and swirling. It’s probably best not to stare at it too long. Do so and you might start to imagine order in it. Shapes, places, even figures. But your eyes shift... Back to chaos. Probably best you do something else other than stare out the window. Or convince your fellow passengers that void watching leads to headaches!

Relaxing

The newest carriage to be added to the Voidtrecker Express is a rock garden. In a glass domed carriage, flickering with the light of the void the rock garden is a peaceful and medative space, full of mosaics, a pond, fountains and small stony bridges.

It's also the closest to an outside space you have and so is likely to be used for less than peacful activities. Splash in the rivers, race around the paths. Or try and relax on a bench and read amongst the chaos.

Goblin Town

Goblins riding wolves, everyone's favourite foe. The wolves fly, obviously and the goblins fight with short spears, almost like knights on horseback if the knights were terrifying and demonic looking. They are causing trouble by harassing a small village.

Team One

Fight the goblins. A handful of weapons have been provided but mostly you need to try and outsmart the goblins. They can come from any direction, including up. Try and keep the village safe from their attacks.

Team Two

Protect the villagers, help them barricade their houses. Deal with any goblins that get through team one's defences. Some of the villagers want to help and that's alright, some of the villagers want to help and are still in single digits, that's probably less alright. Keep everyone safe!

Team Three

The thing with sieges is, some things still need to happen. People still need to eat. Babies need fed and looked after. Animals need tended. Try and help with the logistics of everything in the heart of the village, as far away from the fighting as possible.

Pick a team, go wild!

Comments

[seawanderer]

The retort surprises a laugh before Maglor joins him in hacking their way through the hoard. They are grandsons of Finwe, no goblin or wolf stand a chance when they join forces. No movement wasted, though there are a few flourishes for pure artistry that Maglor ends up using. Just because Fingon's presence is enough to brighten the day.

He snatches up a cloth of his own to follow suit before sheathing it at his waist. "No need. They will either return with reinforcements, or wait until we are called back to the train to go on to the next destination." He clasps the offered hand, but then uses it to drag his cousin in for a tight embrace. This close, Fingon likely wouldn't be able to miss how thin his cousin has become. Or the slight tremble as Maglor clings.

"I've been a passenger for a couple months, a few others were there a couple weeks longer. We travel through the Void, though I think not the one whence Morgoth was sent, picking up new passengers or rescuing people. I know not where we're headed."

[utulien_aure]

Maglor's shoulders seem too thin, the bones of his face too sharp, and for all he's delighted to embrace his kinsman again Fingon can't help but be worried. Maglor hadn't seemed nearly so fragile the last time Fingon had seen his cousins...

... or, at least, the last time he had seen them up close. Given the dragon he'd more recently seen bearing down on the flanks of the Feanorian army, chances were that nothing had gone particularly well.

But one thing catches his attention before he can ask- "Wait- what did you say about the Enemy and the Void?"

Because blast him, Morgoth was probably still on his throne the last time Fingon could account for- there, and laughing his head off at his enemys' bad luck.

[seawanderer]

And yet he's doing better than a couple months back, when he'd first boarded the VoidTrecker. People have been shoving food down his throat and making him rest. People who care, and rely on him, but also make him lean on them. Not just family, though he has that too now. Again.

But. Fingon's question has Maglor pause before slowly pulling back to study him intently for a moment.

"Finno...What was the last thing you were doing before the train took you in?"

[utulien_aure]

There's a lot of ways Fingon could answer that question. Choking, for example. Burning would do. Finding out that Balrogs cheat would be inaccurate only in that it was a fairly obvious supposition.

So, honesty: "If I wasn't about to die, I'd be very surprised."

[seawanderer]

He briefly closes his eyes and sighs before wearily nodding.

"...You did. Nelyo and I arrived too late." The sheer weight of grief and regret in his voice would bring anyone down.

Maglor tries to bare it though. "It's been a while since then, for me. Morgoth was defeated and shoved into the Void."

[utulien_aure]

"I'm surprised you came at all."

His tone is kinder than his words; he doesn't mean to accuse, really. But he can read a battlefield perfectly well.

"It looked as though you had more than enough on your hands. How many of your people survived Glaurung, then?"

[seawanderer]

Even if Fingon had meant to accuse, he'd have accepted it. Maglor still frowns unhappily at him.

"Of course we came. Even if we were the last ones standing, we would have come. Not just because you are our king, but because we love you."

How many survived...? He has to think back, past the remembered overwhelming grief of the loss of the one in front of him now.

"Not many. We never really recovered."

[utulien_aure]

"Not enough to keep Himring, then," Fingon guesses, watching every twitch of his cousin's face. "Just Nargothrond and wherever Turno's holed up. That's all that's left."

He knew he couldn't keep Hithlum if they failed- he'd ordered the last few civilians relocated to the Falas for that reason. But still.... somehow this was worse than he had conjured even in his worst nightmares.

"But he's gone? He's defeated? How?"

[seawanderer]

"No," he confirms. "We fled to Ossiriand for a while with those left of our people."

As for how Morgoth finally fell...Maglor knows there's a bitterness to his expression when he speaks, though his voice doesn't carry it.

"The Valar came, after a while, with reinforcements and overwhelmed him. Chained him. Threw him far from where he can attack until the End." At least, attack directly.