Test Drive Meme 003

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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!

What to do on a train.

The problem with trains is you are unable to get off them. Whilst hurtling through an ever changing void that’s probably a good thing all told but it can lead to boredom. Or at least it does if you don’t think creatively enough!

What can you do in a standard coach? Well the obvious, most practical use is a comfy place to sit, in relative solitude as long as no one sits too close. Read a book if you’ve the points to buy one, or write in your journal.

But thinking outside the box a standard coach is also a pretty good climbing course, up and down over the rows of seats, there’s even gaps under the seats if you want to add to the challenge. Or you could just play the floor is lava.

Escorting Dralite

Dralite: Small, bat like creatures. As chicks they are about the size of a beach ball, however it soon becomes apparent that they are predominantly made of wings. Unfurled the creature is tiny with massive wings, spanning a meter long each. It is obvious why they need an escort, they cannot yet fly and their movement is severely hampered by their disproportionate wing size. They will happily cling to any friendly creatures.

Adult dralite are about the size of a sheep with large wings and large claws. They are teritorial but not overtly hostile unless provoked.

Dralite have a screech that will floor most creatures, knocking them down disoriented. As chicks their screech will stun, giving them time to escape from danger.

This world has a sizable colony and a group of humans who preserve and look after the huge dralite nests. However it seems like a group of chicks have gone missing, poachers are suspected, probably planning on selling the chicks off world.

Team One Is to track down the missing dralite. There are clues, footprints, other tracks and rumours of an unauthorised camp of humans in the area. Follow the tracks, check out the camp, see if you can find who took the dralite chicks and where they are being kept.

Team Two Is to rescue the chicks by any means necessary. Be that sneaking in and stealing them back or bursting in to challenge the poachers and put an end to their operation once and for all.

Team Three The remaining chicks still need looked after, especially with many of the volunteers helping hunt down the missing ones. They are needy creatures that cannot mover very far on their own so rely on clinging to other species to get around. You might just find yourself with a new dralite hat or cloak clinging to you, trying to get comfy. They shriek whenever they are afraid or don’t get their way and are likely to wrap their wings around your head if things get too scary. Good luck!

Around the Campfire

Once the chicks are back safe and sound it is time for a celebration. A huge BBQ and campfire is set up for a tasty feast. Just remember to share the meat with your new dralite friends or they will get sad and sulky and that could lead to trouble.

There’s lots of food and afterwards the dralite conservationists will tell stories around the fire, inviting the trekkers to do the same. Wanting to know of the different worlds they have been to, the adventures they’ve been on. Or if real life tale telling is not for you then they will settle for a good ghost story.

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Lord Khardeen | Black Jewels | Spoiler for Shalador's Lady | PB is still WIP | CW: all

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What to do
One thing Lord Khardeen rarely was, was bored. The look in his blue eyes usually twinkled with mischief or private amusement. Even when he was pushed too far and was one step away from the killing edge, he generally looked amused. Today was no different. He was settled happily into his seat on the isle, being a general trip hazard for those messing around on the train, watching their antics. If his car was absent people messing around, he would simply find another. It really didn't take much to amuse him, and being so far from his wife and child and court, he intended to come home with stories to share to make up for his absence, and maybe after this, a few new games as well.

Just how badly would Sadi kill him for teaching the coven this floor is lava game? It was interesting, and a new one by him for sure. Of course back home, there were enough black widows to add some spice to the game. Knowing Jaenelle the floor would actually look and seem hot, until one landed in ot and was out, then it would probably be like one of her healing brews, potent but comforting. Just so long as no one let Karla weave the illusion, they should all be safe. Right? Probably.

Except for Sadi and Yasi wanting to skin him alive for introducing the girls to the new game. At least Marian wouldn't want to kill him, her son had wings.

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Around The Campfire
This... felt familiar in good and bad ways. Oh, he'd spent lots of time out with the land. Loving his wife and the Coven as he did, of course he spent lots of time camping. All the Boyos did. B ut for him part of sitting around a campfire with tired people would always bring him back to Sceval. To that massacre. To the forced light conversation they fought for to take the edge off the girls so they could get some rest between healings. To that moment when Witch sung the dead back to the Land. He kept the amused look on his face, and the easy air, but he acknowledged his own pain, within. And sharply missed the girls. Missed having someone female and safe and trusted to lean against for a bit, that dark female strength. The subtle hand on his leash. ****s fire he missed it. But he was on his own and would make do.

So when they asked for stories, he thought of a few, but when they said if no one had real stories to share what about ghost stories, he blinked, then grinned a grin that sent most people back home running for the hills. Well, most people who weren't in the Dark Court, anyway. "What about when ghost stories are real life tale telling for some of us?" Ah, but which story to share, that was the question....