TEST DRIVE MEME #9

[abraxasmods]

Test Drive Meme

Welcome to the Test Drive Meme for Abraxas! This meme is run a little bit differently than most in that you'll be asked to choose one of the three different arrival scenarios below for your character to take. If you have any questions about this mechanic or anything else related to the TDM, please take a look at the questions below or ask one of your own under the Questions header below. For general game questions please still use the FAQ.

In-game, this TDM and the arrival of the newcomers will take place around the last week of November when applications will be processed. We're specifying this so that players can use Nocwich as a prompt without having to skip weeks ahead of their character's initial in-game arrival to match the IC December first weekend opening.

Below are some links to information you may find useful. Our Setting pages have information about the world itself as well as current events for each nation, while our Game History page outlines the game's story so far.

Setting | Game History | NPCs | Arcana
You can also find answers to questions asked on previous TDMs in their respective questions threads.

Summoning

You awaken suspended in the abyss, silent darkness stretching out in all directions. If you try to yell, you'll find that the sound doesn't carry. If you try to move, you'll find it's impossible to tell whether or not you're actually getting anywhere. If you reach for an item you were carrying last time you remember being awake, your hand will only touch bare skin.

You're naked and floating helplessly through the void, and what little air you have in your lungs is running out.

There's a pinprick of light that almost looks like a faraway star but as it grows it becomes clear that it's actually quite close. It's hard to make out any individual objects, as if you're looking from beneath rippling water.

A hand plunges through and you realize water is just what it is. Whether you take hold of the hand or not it will grab you and yank you up through the surface, lifting you out until you're sprawled on solid ground - still unclothed.

Arrival

You'll find yourself summoned to one of the following three major nations: the extravagant and magical Kingdom of Thorne, the bustling and advanced Free Cities, or the tightknit and faith-driven rural community of the Solvunn Commune.

If you had any powers, they feel unusually weak. Attempts to use magic or enhanced strength or powers of any sort fizzle out without any effect, but they don't feel completely gone, either. After a week or so, your abilities will return.

When you gather your bearings at last, you look up into a series of unfamiliar faces...and equally unfamiliar surroundings.

Welcome to Thorne

Set into an indent on a marble slab behind the fountain is a card bearing the image of one of the Arcana. An apprentice mage - the one whose hand lifted you out of the fountain - brushes the water off on their robes and runs back to join a group of three others, who all stare intently at another mage with highly decorated robes and a large, heavy book. The man peers up at you for a moment and starts flipping through the book.

"One moment," he says, not bothering to look up from the tome. He looks tired. "I am Ambrose Rhett, the High Mage of the Kingdom of Thorne. We’ll explain everything in a moment, but for now, please calm down. You’re completely fine."

Regardless of your response, he keeps flipping through the pages, until he stops on one specific passage, stares at it for a moment, and then nods, satisfied. "Excellent." He motions for one of the young apprentice mages over. "Settle our guest in, please. I don't have all day."

The apprentice hurries forward with a fine silk tunic, pants, and some basic sandals. With a wave of their hand, the clothes reshape to fit you perfectly. Once you're dressed, the apprentice leads you into the hallways of Castle Thorne, prattling on about the kingdom, names of royals and nobles, and, of course, the reason why you're here: the world itself is in great peril, and tales of your exploits have reached far and wide across universes. If asked about these exploits, the apprentice will simply smile and shrug. The High Mage was happy to see you and that's good enough.

◎ Surroundings

Castle Thorne is where not only royals and members of the court reside, but includes the surrounding city itself. With autumn on its way out, the weather is frosty and in the distance, you can see snow-covered mountain peaks. Fortunately, the castle is enchanted to be at a comfortable temperature.

As you walk or look around, you take in some of what's going on around you:

• The East Wing where members of the royal family and court reside is tightly guarded. At this time, you won't be able to go here - and the guards take their job seriously. The dungeons are also well-guarded, and newcomers will be turned away. You might hear rumors that the cells beneath are beginning to fill up.


• Apprentices, kitchen staff, guards - everyone seems to be bustling and busy. The air is tense, and you hear chatter of crop shortages for winter and something about scorched farmlands in Nott, the lakeside city to the south. As a newcomer, you won't know any different when you visit the buffet table, but those who are familiar with the extravagance of Thorne might grumble about the lack of quality and choices in food. The food is still excellent. It was just apparently even better before.


• There's equally talk of the Free Cities among the common folk, dubious truths or not: magic will soon be outlawed there, their army has great metal machines, and dissenters are exiled into the desert where they're left to perish. Attitudes range from wary to dismissive to disdainful depending on who you talk to.


• Word is that Thorne has close eyes on the Singularity, though it is difficult to find out more than that. Among some of the mages, this appears to be a point of pride or security for them as Thorne is the only nation who has the ability to monitor the Singularity's activity...though its effectiveness is up for debate.

◎ Exploring

Despite the troubles that plague the land, Castle Thorne and its surrounding city have much for you to indulge in.

Trail Riding
Thorne has beautiful trails for riding and many horses of fine noble stock. Each horse is well-groomed and well-trained. No matter your skill level, the stablehand will help you find a horse. There are a few trails that take you around the castle city, ranging between an hour to a half-day's ride with a stop for a packed lunch and to enjoy the view: beautiful snowy mountains rise in the distance, lush gardens with glowing ponds make for great resting spots, the city has several taverns and bookshops, and of course what would Thorne be without its potion shops? Take a friend if you wish to see the sights with some company. Or maybe you run into a new face while riding? Be sure to return the horses in proper condition! One or two trails are unfortunately closed due to soldiers on patrol, a reminder that all is not well despite the idyllic scenery.

Magic Lessons
Regular magic lessons are held by apprentice mages as part of their training, usually involving learning to cast a small spell. These classes are for the natives of Thorne, but you're welcome to join if you wish. The spell they will be teaching is conjuring a white ball of light that will illuminate the space around you for about an hour. It functions much like a candle, but without the risk of fire. The spell relies on Academic Magic which involves a few words said correctly. You'll likely need a few lessons to grasp it unless you're well-versed in magic already. In the meantime, the class of fresh-faced students means there's a constant bright explosion of light coming from the practice room as the spells fail. It isn't dangerous, but it can be annoying.

Evening Banquet
To improve morale, Thorne has pledged to hold a banquet now and again. One of these will take place as the new arrivals come through, and you're free to join at your leisure. If you don't have the appropriate clothes, you can ask one of the mages to conjure you an outfit or approach one of the existing Summoned to help you dress. The banquet is not overly extravagant, but it is a nice party with fine food, wine, and music that seems to come from nowhere. If you're here to make friends (or enemies), this is a good place to start.

Nocwich
Nocwich, which is shrouded in an eternal darkness and is home to the werewolves and the vampires, opens on the first weekend of every month for a total of 3 days. Shortly after arriving, you'll be given a pendant that allows you to travel to and from the portal. In Castle Thorne, the portal is a short walk around the back of the castle. You can enter Nocwich freely and explore what's available in Oleuni Square, although you won't be able to leave the Square nor will you be able to exit into another faction's portals. Once there, you're welcome to meet those from other factions, take in the sights, and - if you've come by some money or a generous soul - even make a few small purchases. Inns are available for a fee if you want to stay overnight. Otherwise, you'll need to return home through the portals each day.

◎ Settling In

When you're ready to rest, you're shown to the North Wing, which has been set up as living quarters for you and your fellow newcomers. There are four people to a room, but each generously-sized bed has opaque curtains that can be drawn around it. You can meet your roommates here and discuss your shared situation (those who were previously brought in may have a great deal of information to tell you).

Although you can leave the castle, you can't leave its surrounding city with the exception of entering Nott via portal in order to assist with rebuilding or visiting Nocwich's Oleuni Square. Borders are especially well-guarded right now due to the recent attacks. Besides, Castle Thorne gives you everything you need: fine clothes, great food and wine, massive libraries, and all the magic and knowledge you could want. Isn't that plenty? You won't be given money as you're provided for, so if you want to do some personal spending later, you'll have to find a job in the city on your own.

Welcome to the Free Cities

Dry warmth hits you at once as you're set on a hard floor of dull ruddy stone. Men and women in unfamiliar uniforms of brown and red leather stand in a semi-circle around a small pool of water - the very pool you were just pulled from. The water is still now, rimmed in pale gold tiles with odd symbols etched into them. Across it is a raised pedestal with a card bearing an Arcana symbol.

A guard covers you with a simple robe and returns to their place in the semi-circle. Before you stands another woman, dressed in a more elaborate and decorated uniform than the others. A sword rests at her hip. She carries an air of authority as she approaches you with a nod and a warm smile. "Sorry about the circumstances. Take a minute, catch your breath. I'm Prime Minister Marlo Reiner and you're in The Free Cities. That nice lady over there will explain everything to you and get you settled."

A robed mage off to the side approaches to help you up. She brings you out of the cave through a corridor that angles upwards until you emerge in what looks like some kind of storage facility. You'll learn you're in the Cadens Desert Outpost 003, a military base on the outskirts of the major city of Cadens. You're told the world is in delicate and dangerous times, and you're needed to help. You're important and they're very grateful you're here.

◎ Surroundings

While you're currently at the outpost just outside of the city proper, Cadens on the whole is a large bustling city. Temperatures have cooled but the climate remains hot and dry - during the day, at least. At night, they'll plunge to near freezing. Look to the west and you'll see a long stretch of desert wasteland. This is the infamous Badlands. The soldiers don't recommend going out there unprepared - you're likely to face a slow death to the elements or be eaten. Reaching Cadens is possible by wagon, a trip of about 2 hours each way. You're asked to return by sundown for your own safety... but no one will chase after you if you don't.

You'll be given a military style uniform with your Arcana stitched on it where a formal rank would normally be. As you walk or look around, you take in some of what's going on around you:

• Soldiers are still recovering from the attack on Libertas, where some were stationed and were injured in the rain of fire. Others have family and friends who are missing or wounded. The rising dead not long ago didn't help. While they're no longer lumbering around, corpses that crawled from their graves are in the process of being reburied.


• Among the soldiers, anti-Thorne sentiments are high. Thorne seemingly destroyed one of their cities on a whim, civilians and all. Rumors abound, true or not: Thorne is run by a Mad Queen, dissenters are fed to the frost wurms in the mountains, and some of their mages perform gruesome blood rites. Nonetheless, many also aren't eager for war. They worry for their comrades and friends.


• Cadens itself is even more chaotic and crowded than usual. Refugees from Libertas are now in Cadens, seeking temporary shelter and struggling to rebuild their lives. Discontent can be felt around rising food prices due to shortages. The shelves of some shops are emptier than usual and not everything can be readily found.


• A particular inn and tavern stands in Cadens - The Sarstina - where natives say the Summoned are frequently found. They might point you there if you're looking for one of your own.

◎ Exploring

Despite the troubles that plague the land, the barracks and Cadens have much for you to indulge in.

Training Grounds
Non-lethal training weapons and obstacle courses are set up for anyone to use. The soldiers will be watching, and if you catch their attention they might approach you and encourage you to enlist. You're free to invite other new arrivals to spar, but be sure to keep things friendly and avoid trouble. Discipline is key in the barracks. If you're especially competitive, the soldiers will sometimes hold impromptu obstacle races with informal wagers made. They'll be happy to race against even the most unlikely of opponents, and you'll be judged more on your spirit rather than your skill. If you really impress them, they'll even buy you a drink.

Traveling Merchants
Word of new arrivals spread quickly to enterprising merchants. Many will arrive with samples of their wares, offering free things to try. These items include miniature pastries, trinkets powered by New Magic similar to those cheap flashing toys one find at a carnival, ales, fresh fruits, and healing elixirs. Not all of the elixirs are of proper quality. Some are akin to snake oil and might have adverse (though harmless) effects - take care not to accidentally turn your hair bright green or similar. All of the merchants will be gathered at a central point in the barracks so they'll be hard to miss. Maybe you can make a friend or two while perusing.

City Tours
The arrival of refugees from Libertas means tour groups have sprung up around Cadens to show these new folks around. Organized for free by volunteers, these tours are meant to help the refugees feel welcome and take their minds off the loss of their homes but anyone can join in on the walk. The tour will take you to one or more of the following places: the Hall of Natural Relics where you can look at the skeletal remains of various desert beasts, Portam Hall where you can observe the chaotic government bureaucracy of a large city (and the beautiful architecture), backstage of the Catterborough Theater ("The Cat") where you can meet some of the theater performers, and the Academy of Knowledge where you can attend one of its free public seminars (the topic of the month is on the various types of spiderwebs that can be found in nature. Exciting!)

Nocwich
Nocwich, which is shrouded in an eternal darkness and is home to the werewolves and the vampires, opens on the first weekend of every month for a total of 3 days. Shortly after arriving, you'll be given a pendant that allows you to travel to and from the portal. In Cadens, the portal is a short walk away from the center of the city. You can enter Nocwich freely and explore what's available in Oleuni Square, although you won't be able to leave the Square nor will you be able to exit into another faction's portals. Once there, you're welcome to meet those from other factions, take in the sights, and - if you've come by some money or a generous soul - even make a few small purchases. Inns are available for a fee if you want to stay overnight. Otherwise, you'll need to return home through the portals each day.

◎ Settling In

When you're ready to turn in, the barracks are waiting for you. They have a communal bathing room at the end of the hall, with curtains that can be pulled around the individual raised round tubs for privacy. Each barracks room is rather sparse. Six simple beds set against the wall, three on each side of the room, each with a trunk at the foot of it. You can greet your roommates here, most of whom will be new arrivals, as well.

If you plan on making use of your assigned quarters, you'll have your basic needs met: uniforms, a roof, bland food from the mess hall, and access to the training grounds. You won't be paid unless you formally enlist with the army. The longer you take advantage of the barracks, the greater the pressure to enlist. Some soldiers will start to see you as a freeloader if you refuse to join them yet continue to use their resources. If you're set on not enlisting, you can always strike out on your own in Cadens - but you won't be provided for and handouts are rare. You'll have to work to earn every copper and loaf of bread. Whether that's honest work is up to you.

Welcome to Solvunn

You're in a grassy clearing in the midst of a circle of large stone slabs stacked to look like doorways. In the middle is the same glimmering pool you were just pulled from. An elderly mage stands before an ornate altar. He holds an old leather-bound book in one hand and in the other is a card bearing an arcana symbol. "I detect no ill will from the gods," he says. "It seems we've been blessed with success."

Those that had gathered all breathe a sigh of relief and now seem pleased. One offers you some clothes of leather and knitted wool that seem to fit you perfectly. A rough-looking man steps forward once you're dressed and motions with his head outside of the stone circle. His speech is informal, his consonants harsh.

"Hold your horses, I can see all those questions coming about! Rowan March, at your service. I'm one of the council members of Solvunn. There's a lot to discuss, but it's best talked about over a hot meal." He leads you to a horse-drawn carriage and helps you up into the back. He talks the entire ride to the center of the Primary Settlement. You're told that the world hangs upon the brink of disaster and that there are those in this world that are happy to see it fall to ruin with their meddling.

You're important. The gods have graced them with your presence. They're delighted you're here.

◎ Surroundings

The Primary Settlement is full of greenery, blessed with the fresh ocean breeze. Winds are moderately chilly with the occasional heavy rains that soak the farmlands. The scent of flowers fills the air. The shops, farms, and homes around you are all modest and unassuming. You get the sense that the people here prefer to blend in with their neighbors than stand out.

As you walk or look around, you'll be greeted warmly, even eagerly...though there's an edge of awestruck nervousness to some. Though the settlement is often quiet and calm, there's still plenty to take in:

• Farmers are still recovering from the events of October that led to failed crops, ruined livestock, and a massive loss in fishing. They'll be happy to receive any assistance: brush the horses, milk the goats, weed the gardens, churn butter, mind the children...whatever you can think of, you'll be needed.


• Those in Solvunn are reluctant to speak of the conflict between Thorne and the Free Cities in any depth. Their stance is that Solvunn is above petty grudges and violence. They are sorry for the loss of innocents in both nations.


• There are whispers of a shrine deep in the woods that took a powerful sacrifice. If asked, the natives will say that they do not know where this shrine is and that it's best to leave these matters in the hands of the gods' chosen, the Council.


• You're free to venture towards the ocean if you like, though heed the warnings of leviathans. These beasts do not stir near the shores, but if you look closely in the far distance - at night in particular - you'll see the water's surface bubble and roil beneath the moonlight.

◎ Exploring

Despite the troubles that plague the land, the commune and its settlements have much for you to indulge in.

Goat Racing
That's right. One of Solvunn's fine traditions is its regular goat races. Meant to be a bit of informal fun, there's a pen of goats where you can choose a goat, get a number, and simply join one of the starting lines. These goats are not trained so the race is less of a race and more pure chaos as the goats do what they please. Whoever eventually wrangles their goat over the finish line wins. The only rule is that you can't pick up or physically pull your goat, but you're free to cajole, lure, or even use a bit of magic to get yours to the finish line first. Winners receive small prizes of cheese, ale, wood charms, woven baskets, and other similar tokens.

Shrine Offerings
As a new arrival, you'll be encouraged to perform your first offering. This can be anything that feels right to you: fruit, wine, flowers, even an animal you've hunted. Whatever you choose, it must be retrieved by your own hand meaning you must pick the fruit, cut the flowers, or pour the wine yourself. You can travel to the shrine by yourself or with a companion. Once there, lay your offering and ask for a blessing through Solvunn's tradition of High Magic. Blessings are often made for the commune overall such as abundant crops or good weather. You will not see the effects right away, but you may find over the next day or so that the sun has cut through the rain. Of course, you're free to dismiss this as the nature of how weather works...but don't be too loud about it. Solvunn takes its beliefs very seriously.

Evening Feast
Potluck-style feasts are common in the settlement as a way to strengthen the community. You'll be invited to join in one of these feasts at any time, held outdoors in a lush grove filled with wildflowers. As a new arrival, you won't be expected to bring anything yourself but you'll make a better impression if you do so even if it's merely a few apples you picked in the morning. Want to help hang decorations before the feast? Your assistance is more than welcome! Place flowers, pin ribbons, or lay the tablecloths. The food is simple and hearty, ranging from stews, roasts, fresh bread, and puddings. If you're shy, someone will be there to fill your cups and plates if you won't do so yourself. Eat, drink, and be merry - it's what the gods would want.

Nocwich
Nocwich, which is shrouded in an eternal darkness and is home to the werewolves and the vampires, opens on the first weekend of every month for a total of 3 days. Shortly after arriving, you'll be given a pendant that allows you to travel to and from the portal. In Solvunn, the portal is a short walk away. You can enter Nocwich freely and explore what's available in Oleuni Square, although you won't be able to leave the Square nor will you be able to exit into another faction's portals. Once there, you're welcome to meet those from other factions, take in the sights, and - if you've come by some money or a generous soul - even make a few small purchases. Inns are available for a fee if you want to stay overnight. Otherwise, you'll need to return home through the portals each day.

◎ Settling In

When you're ready for your bed, you're brought to the center of town and escorted to an apartment above one of the establishments in town. The living conditions are temporary if you'd like them to be: the local families would also be happy to host you in their home. In return, you'll be expected to contribute to their household, taking upon daily chores and repairs. While money has its uses, many establishments and craftsmen are happy to barter with your time or skill for their goods. You'll find your willingness to trade and your friendliness with the natives more valuable than gold.

You can even leave for the other two settlements if you like, but you're encouraged to remain in the Primary Settlement. Just be sure you have an invitation to the Secondary Settlement. There are tales of travelers visiting the secondary settlement without invitation disappearing without a trace. The gods are as hungry as they are protective.

Questions and Answers

If after reading these you're still unsure about anything, or your question wasn't covered, please feel free to hit up our Questions thread below!

How many slots are open?

Please check the Taken page for how many player, franchise, and canon slots are available. The count may change between now and then. Existing players can apply for a second character without restriction.

How do I choose a scenario for my character?

Pick whichever situation appeals to you most. Which faction your character is drawn into has nothing to do with their personal morality, beliefs, or how highly they regard themselves and their own accomplishments. Anyone can be put into any one of the situations.

What happens if my character refuses to comply with the NPCs?

They will be forgiven for their moment of panic or anger if they have one, and the faction leaders will try to calm them and persuade them further. If they put up too much of a fight and/or start actively attacking anyone, they will be warned once that everyone is willing to put them back in the well where they came from (see below), and if they continue to fight they will make good on that promise.

My character intends on causing a lot of trouble (destroying parts of the cities, murdering the NPCs, etc.), what would happen to them?

Characters who make too much trouble for the mages and other NPCs would be thrown back in the well (which will mean drowning in the void, not returning home). Brawling with other PCs and causing minor damage is fine and will be greeted with a cranky attitude and intervention from various NPC guards, and there will be plenty of opportunity for destruction and murder later, but for now the Abraxans have no desire to keep huge liabilities around.

Is the power loss for characters permanent?

No, but it does take a week or so for their powers to be back in full, and certain powers (determined on a case-by-case basis) may require nerfs. If your character has world-breaking powers, please discuss with the mods what modifications may be necessary.

Can my character leave the bounds of the nation?

In Thorne, characters can leave the castle but not the city. In the Free Cities, they can take a trip from the outpost to the nearest main city, Cadens. In Solvunn, they can explore the entirety of the Primary Settlement.

Can my character eventually change nations or kingdoms?

Yes, but tensions between the major nations are at an all-time high. Doing so is possible, but will require some plotting and discussion with the mods once you're in-game!

How much will my choice of scenario affect my character's plot later on?

This choice will determine where your character initially lives as well as the bias of the information they receive from NPCs (although other PCs can and most likely will give it to them a bit more straight). It will also affect your character's day-to-day life and development. Characters who seek technological advancements or combat will find more of it in the Free Cities while those keen on court politics and learning magic will have the most access to it in Thorne. Anyone who wishes to uncover the secrets of the Old Gods and forest mysteries will best do so in Solvunn.

This is not to say characters can't do these things from another faction - with effort and the help of friends, anything is possible! Don't get too anxious about your choice. This is just one of many, and every character in each scenario can work their way towards many individual goals and outcomes. Additionally, once in-game the Horizon will provide characters with a way to easily find cross-faction CR.

Are TDM threads mandatory for my application?

No, you may use other samples, but we encourage you to post to the TDM and get a feel for this game and its mechanics before you join. If you do not have a TDM thread you will still need to choose one of the three scenarios on your application.

What if I haven't settled on a sign yet?

Your Arcana sign won't have an immediate impact on your character beyond them seeing it on themselves or being told what it is by the locals. You're welcome to disregard those aspects in your prompts or try out different signs.

Can my character go to the Horizon?

First time visitors to the Horizon must be taken there by other characters, through either shared meditation or a physical journey to the Singularity, and all first-timers experience memory loss. For the purposes of the TDM, we suggest against using the Horizon.

If you're interested in threading with characters outside your borders on the TDM, you can utilize the Nocwich prompt which will allow all characters to meet in person regardless of arrival scenario.

What about making use of the network?

Much like Horizon they would need to be introduced to it by another PC, as no NPCs would be aware of the network or be able to access it. Because of this, we would advise against using this mechanic for TDM top-levels.

Can I try out more than one arrival scenario on the same TDM?

Yes, although only threads taking place in the arrival scenario you formally choose upon applying can count as canon. However, you're welcome to try out as many as you like on the TDM.

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Alicent Hightower | House of the Dragon | The Tower

[chainedqueen]

Thorne - Trail Riding

[Given the attire that seemed standard for new arrivals, it gave more ease to activities that Alicent might otherwise avoid. Riding wasn't something she often did (and was rather poor at), but it was a better way to explore than on foot. Seated side saddle, she tried to maintain her prim image despite what she was wearing. No matter where she was, she must see to her duty.

Finally riding (or rather trotting) across the trails, she felt herself ease a little. The anxiety at her arrival, the fear for her children left behind and what Viserys might think, disappeared to the back of her mind. It would likely torment her at night, but this small joy of freedom and beauty of her surroundings helped lighten her mood.

She even smiles at any who pass her, remembering her courtesies:]

Good day. I hope you are well?

Thorne - The Library

[Alicent felt the absence of her books from the Red Keep, the histories she loved and the stories that both educated her and entertained her. Knowing there was a library in this castle was at least somewhat comforting, though she doubted Nymeria's travels would be there in the stacks.

There was at least some tomes regarding the magic of this world. She knew very little of magic, only what was spoken of about the Targaryens. There had been talk among her family about alchemy, but no Hightower in recent generations had attempted it.

Perhaps it was that connection to her family that pushed her to explore possible alchemy books? Some link to home? Regardless of the reason, it was fascinating and absorbed her attention. She didn't even notice she was in the way, blocking another from the shelf they apparently wanted.]

Forgive me. [She was startled out of her daze, realizing her rudeness.] Please, take what you were looking for.

Nocwich - The Marketplace

[Tunics were a bit scandalous for a queen so used to gowns. There was an ease in wearing pants, but she was becoming more and more anxious about her legs being so bare. True, no skin was showing, but others would see her thighs and calves covered by cloth. It affronted her modesty.

The lack of coin though impeded any wish that she might purchase a new gown.

It might only frustrate her, but she still perused the shops, lingering to look over the clothing on display. There had to be a way to get coin, as the smallfolk did in King's Landing. It was a bit demeaning, but it was necessary and she was determined to survive.]

What work is there? [She glanced at the stranger near her.]

Wildcard

[Feel free to come up with your own prompt. If you want something specific, pm me and we can discuss it.]

the library

[ushiri]

[ The man looking at the shelves is a little over six feet, probably in his late 20s or early 30s. His dark hair tied back and out of his face. His clothing is new but plain, not marking him as servant or someone of high rank. ]

It's alright.

[ At her apology he takes a step back, cocking his head to one side. ]

Is there something you're looking for? Maybe I can help.

[ Even if it's just to reach a higher shelf. ]

[chainedqueen]

[It's a bit disconcerting to be next to someone so large, but given he was a stranger, it was difficult to sort out what really made her wary.

She looks at her book, turning it over in her hands nervously.]

I was reading about alchemy. That magic is so accepted here, I wish to at least understand it.

Do you know of alchemy?

[ushiri]

[ He glances at the book in her hands, giving an apologetic shake of his head. ]

Not really. There's a woman named Yennifer, though, who gives classes. She has long dark hair and purple eyes.

[ She stands out. Intimidating, too. ]

Is magic taboo where you're from?

[chainedqueen]

Dark hair and purple eyes?

[A momentary surge of relief coursed through her, certain this woman might be a Targaryen. As soon as the alleviation came, it shattered instantly. No, her name wasn't Valyrian and there were likely more people with purple eyes in this world than those in Westeros. It perhaps meant nothing, only a coincidence.]

It-

There is magic, but it seems confined to House Targaryen and their bond with dragons. However, there are rumors my House dabbled in magic and knew various kinds, but it may only be a story.

I suppose this might only be a silly whim.

[ushiri]

[ If there's anything outwardly noticeable in her reaction to Yennefer's description, he catches it and says nothing. ]

Dragons?

[ That's new. But he shakes his head again: ]

Magic isn't bound to blood in this world. No one would think it silly that you're curious. With everything going on, there's been a lot of need for alchemists and healers...

[chainedqueen]

There are dragons in Westeros and many of House Targaryen ride them.

[It was never something she was comfortable with, but she felt it was rather normal, having grown up around it.]</small. Is there? What has happened?

[ushiri]

Dragons are only myth where I come from. [ And neither names are familiar to him. It's always interesting to find someone who isn't from a version of Nayeshi.

His expression turns more somber. ]

This kingdom declared war on a place called the Free Cities not long ago. Our queen burned one of their cities, and they retaliated by setting ablaze the woods and farmlands south of here. [ A beat, then a little more quietly: ]

The queen demands support for her cause - or silence.

[ Dissent isn't really tolerated around here. ]

[chainedqueen]

Are they? Are they myths that interest you? [She cannot imagine a world without dragons. There are so many about Dragonstone and Westeros. Even her children were given dragon eggs when they were born. It seems almost impossible, but now she must confront the presence of other worlds.]

Is this Queen...kind? [The picture he painted was worrying. It was a world she feared if Rhaenyra were to ascend the throne. Fire and force to hold power and gain what she wanted. It seemed this world was no different.]

As I know nothing of this cause, silence will be easily given.

Trail riding

[politicalheadache]

[Perhaps unsurprisingly, once the initial disorientation and shock had worn off, Rhaenyra had drawn to riding during her initial exploration. Dragon or horse, she is comfortable in a saddle. It’s an excellent way to clear her head.

She is riding astride at a steady canter when she passes Alicent on the trail and halts her mount, turning to face her childhood friend, clearly shocked for a moment.]

Alicent? [And then, remembering their last interaction at her betrothal dinner, instead of correcting herself with "your Grace," as would be proper, she adds:] Or would you prefer I call you stepmother now?

[chainedqueen]

[She hadn't clearly seen who it was she was addressing, only seeing a flash of silver. When Rhaenyra fully emerged, Alicent felt her chest tighten and straightened in the saddle, assuming the stature of a queen. It was hard to ignore the surge of relief and joy she felt at seeing her old friend.

But such things could not be, not after her betrayal. It was why her expression only wavered for a moment before returning to a serious glance.]

Address me as you wish, princess. [Which likely indicated that she wasn't able to offer warmth yet.] Did you only arrive recently?

[politicalheadache]

[She sees the way Alicent straightens in her saddle, prim and proper, as always, and the coldness of her expression. Rhaenyra works her jaw for a moment, pulling her thoughts together.

She is still not certain where this change in attitude came from. Otto's dismissal, perhaps? But it seems more than that, too. Rhaenyra has suspicions, but is not ready to address them at least not yet.]

I do not believe you mean that, your Grace.

[Given Alicent’s current attitude Rhaenyra feels sure she’d prefer formality over familiarity.

She takes a steadying breath before answering the Queen's question.]

But yes. I arrived a day or so ago. What of yourself?

[chainedqueen]

What else should I mean, princess? [It was a dance now between them. Rhaenyra might not be aware of what Alicent knows, but it was clear she understood that things had changed. It was hard to fully express the reason. There was betrayal, a feeling that perhaps her father was right and Rhaenyra would never truly trust her. But more than that, it hurt to know she had been with another...not another, no, of course not. Criston Cole, that was what hurt. There was little else to turn her feelings sour.] You have the right to address me as you wish.

[She nodded. She might be more formal, but it was always easy to fall into conversation with Rhaenyra.]

I arrived earlier this morning.

[politicalheadache]

Do I? You are the queen are you not?

[Or a queen. Perhaps not the queen of this kingdom but a queen nonetheless.

The mare she is riding starts to get a little restless with all this chatter and Rhaenyra leans down to stroke her neck and soothe her.]

And what do you think of it? This place?

[chainedqueen]

Are either of us royal in this place? We seem to be treated the same as the rest.

[It was a difficult matter. She wasn't even sure what she wanted. Freedom was a foreign concept and duty had always been her shield and armor. Being away from it, she was a bit lost and overwhelmed.

Likely Rhaenyra was thriving.]

I think it is similar to Westeros. These mages make me think of the Maesters.

[politicalheadache]

Where we are does not change what we are or who we are.

[But it is true it offers a freedom that does not exist at the Red Keep. The politics and the culture are not the ones they are familiar with. They might be royals but they are not known to be royals. They are not the ones being bowed to here. They may have been brought here to help, but the burden is not on them alone. And there is an anonymity to being strangers here that is exciting.]

Yes, that is true, isn’t it? There are similarities.

[chainedqueen]

Or the things we have done.

[She smiles, undercutting the hint of insult. She might not guess what Alicent meant, but there was a clear indication that she knew something and wasn't going to simply brush it aside.

Freedom was a concept she didn't understand and she could only watch enviously at Rhaenyra's ease to it. The idea and image of living without restrictions and chains, it was like a pig with wings. Riding this horse, wearing this tunic, it was all she could manage.]

No dragons that I have heard of.

Trail riding

[northerndragon]

[Sometimes he takes a horse and goes out, on a day like today, when the air is crisp and he has few other duties. Sometimes he catches himself thinking about a trail, one that leads away from Thorne, down any road to a land where there's no fool queen to burn cities in a fit of anger.

Where is that land? He doesn't know it. He isn't supplied the way he should be for such a journey, and Thorne being what it is, he wouldn't be surprised to learn that the horses or the paths are enchanted. Ambrose, Jolene, he likes them a little better than he likes the queen -- but they serve her. All these thoughts, he keeps silent.

He also isn't surprised when he runs across people. He is not straying far, though every time, he goes a bit further, learns the land a bit better. But he still looks like a little petty lordling out on a pleasure ride, he knows that much. And this girl he's come across -- a young woman, with curling brown hair, clothes not fine enough to be one of Thorne's great nobles, but perhaps to be someone more like him.

He might be a little surprised at her smile.]

Well enough, for a man far from home. What are you doing out here?

[They are not especially close to the castle, and he doesn't recognize her. That might make her a recent arrival, which would make this something of a distance to stray so soon.]

[chainedqueen]

[She has heard a Northern accent a few times at court, but more often, the Starks remain in the North. It's familiar enough to her that she's curious about the man in front of her, but uncertain if she would know him. Apparently, with all of these other worlds, it was not wise to simply assume everyone knew of Westeros.

Still, he has the look of a lord or a knight. He even looks a little like Criston Cole, but it might be a simple longed for remembrance. Home was distant to her now and, once again, she had no allies or friends. Now though, she had no children as well.

She was completely alone. It made her feel a bit more desperate.]

I thought I would take a bit of air and explore the land around Thorne.

[northerndragon]

["Explore the land around Thorne"... she's definitely a new arrival, then. Her voice leaves him no real idea to where she might have come from, though: she might be a highborn Southron lady, but just as easily, she might be "English," or from any number of other places.]

More than a bit of air out here, but it's better than the castle. Even was in the summer.

You know your way?

[chainedqueen]

No, I fear that I risk getting lost.

[But it's better than sitting around with her thoughts. It may be a state she's used to back in King's Landing, but this place was not home and she's still processing everything that has happened.]

I mean to stay close to the castle, but there is still land enough to see.

[northerndragon]

I don't think there's too much risk of that. They like to keep us close, most of the time. Still better to know your way.

Call on me, if it is needed. I'm Jon Snow.

[And he knows these trails well, because there are not many newer trails for him to learn. Not around the castle, anyway.]

[chainedqueen]

Would they come searching if we keep away too long?

[Is that reassuring or worrying? It is hard to work through what she feels exactly. Stability might be what she needs if she can't have family or friends. It would leave her feeling less unmoored.

"Snow". She knows what that name means. Her horse snorts, wanting to be on its way again, but Alicent holds tight to the reins.]

My compliments to Lord Rickon Stark. It has been too long since I have seen him at court.

[northerndragon]

[He freezes, still, more like prey than like a hunter.]

My brother... he never went south. He was just a lad when he was killed.

But you know House Stark. [He frowns. He is not as truly confused as his look might suggest, but he still has questions: she is the southron lady he thought she could be, but she could never have met his brother, the one he had utterly failed to save in the fields outside of Winterfell, at court in King's Landing.] Who are your people, my lady?

[chainedqueen]

Your brother? There was only Lord Bennard Stark, I believe?

[She's not quite sure, as it's been some time since she's even been presented with the presence of any Stark. They more often kept to the North, only joining court when summoned.]

Lord Rickon came to King's Landing when he swore his oath to Princess Rhaenyra. [Her people. Before, she would have said she is now of House Targaryen, but recent events have changed matters.] I am Queen Alicent Hightower.