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Lethevale Mods ([personal profile] lethevale_mods) wrote in [community profile] lethevale_ooc2019-03-26 08:20 pm

TDM The First



You probably know how this works, but just in case, here's the idea:
  1. You put the name of the character you're testing out in the subject line
  2. You write a starter (or several!) in the comment, with the Lethevale AU of your character.
  3. People respond with their characters. Threads occur. Friendships are made. The world is put to rights.
  4. None of the threads in the Test Drive are game-canon.

Here are some prompts to start you off!


1. Seeking Shelter
You were riding along the mountain road when your horse, terrified by some dark shadow you couldn't see clearly, screamed and bolted, throwing you. Now you're caught in the middle of nowhere, in Lethe Wood, and the rain is getting heavier by the minute.

But what's that? A light? A house? Perhaps if you knock, they'll give you a bed for the night. It'll all look better in the morning...

 
 
2. The Beast! The Terrible Beast!
You took all the precautions. You carried a lantern, kept to the safer streets. Or maybe you didn't. Either way, you were attacked by something as big as a horse, with gleaming white teeth and a hideous howl.

When you run into another person, will you warn them? Will you ask them for a hiding place, or stand and fight? If all else fails, maybe you can use them as live bait...

 
3. Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
Lethevale isn't all monsters and storms. Mostly, but not all. Tonight, there's a party in the Black Swan - dancing, music, and of course, an open bar. Take the chance to get to know your neighbours, why don't you?


4. Pay No Attention To The Passage Behind The Curtain
The two of you were just wandering around Lethe Hall, when you leant on a candlestick, and... what's this? The bookshelf's opened? There's a hole in the wall now, and a spiral staircase leading down into the dark. You know, it's probably best to just leave well enough alone - but you have to admit, it's curious...





 
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[personal profile] major_rawne 2019-04-07 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Rawne managed to manipulate the owner of this small cottage into lending it to him for a few nights, so he could spend some time in blessed isolation, far away from any other human being. Avoiding questions and keeping the mask (half-hearted though it is) of being sociable was becoming tiresome.

He was absorbed in reading a book when the knock came, startling him badly enough that he dropped the book. He was tempted to ignore whoever it was outside, but even he couldn't leave anyone out in weather like this.

Sighing heavily, he gets up and opens the door. "What brings you out here, on a night like this?"
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[personal profile] hobbitstho 2019-04-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
He's taken aback by the tattoo on the man's face, enough that there's a half-second's pause before he remembers to bow courteously.

"My horse bolted," he said. "I was on the road to Lethevale-- but I fear the beast cannot be caught, and I cannot walk through the night."

He's too well-bred to enter without an invitation, and too proud to admit he's chilled to the bone and ready to sleep under a tree before he takes another step. "I ask your hospitality, sir."
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[personal profile] major_rawne 2019-04-07 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
He's gotten so used to his tattoo, he tends not to realize how strange it is. But any man looking for an Army officer won't be looking for a man with a barbaric tattoo on his face.

As much as he loathes the idea of company, he himself is too well-bred to turn away a man without a horse, in the middle of a storm.

"Be welcome to it," he says, stepping back and opening the door.
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[personal profile] hobbitstho 2019-04-07 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
The good thing about courtesy is that it doesn't have to be heartfelt. Boromir enters gladly, feeling overwhelming relief the moment the warmth of the interior floods over him. Praise God, there's even a fire, not just candlelight.

He hangs his hat and cloak from a hook by the door-- they'll soak the floor beneath them, but that can't be helped. Under them he's a tall, broad-built man, home recently enough from campaign that he still moves too much like a soldier, but with weariness in the set of his shoulders. The cloak was well soaked-through, but all his other clothes are in the saddlebags or following behind with the rest of the luggage.

He extends a hand to his host. "My name is Boromir Wójcik. If there's anything I can do to repay your kindness, sir, only name it; once I come to Lethevale, I'll be able to make arrangements." It's a name well-known in Poland and even to some out here-- an old and wealthy family.
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[personal profile] major_rawne 2019-04-07 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Newcomer as he is, Rawne has heard of the Wójcik name. He shakes his hand. "Ibram Gaunt, at your service."

He recognizes the posture of a fellow soldier, as well. Rawne has lived in peacetime for longer than Boromir, no doubt, but he's not one of the men who go soft in the absence of war.
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[personal profile] hobbitstho 2019-04-10 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Boromir recognizes something of that in him, maybe, or something in Boromir answers to it; anyway, there's something a little stronger than courtesy in his handshake.

He takes the liberty of sinking into one of the simple wood chairs, wincing as he stretches out his injured leg. "Do you see many travelers out this way, sir?" he asks his host, clearly assuming that he lives in this hut year-round.
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[personal profile] major_rawne 2019-04-10 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I have seen none save yourself, but I have only been here a short time," he says. He sits opposite Boromir and looks him over. "Are you injured?"