TDM The First

[lethevale_mods]

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...

COMMS	GENERAL INFO	NEW PLAYERS	CURRENT PLAYERS
main writings ooc mods mod npcs	rules setting premise faq/mod contact gameplay	reserves taken latest tdm application au workshop	contact (locked) hiatus/drop calendar latest hmd lethevale

Comments

[major_rawne]

"I was invited," he said, "by the lord of the manor. For private business."

[cast_iron_bitch]

"Indeed," answered Laurent when no more was forthcoming. It was a curious answer. "I am told Lord Lethevale has not been seen in more than three decades. Many assume that he is dead, though his cousin has yet to take up his rightful title of Lord of the Manor."

Laurent's face was blank. "Perhaps you meant to say the Lord's cousin."

[major_rawne]

Fuck was his one thought. "I did. I have a terrible memory for such things."

He didn't of course, but the sort of things he was up to... well, he wouldn't be telling this slip of a man anything, if he could help it.

[cast_iron_bitch]

"Fortunate that we happened upon one another then," said Laurent. "Great men are particular about their titles." And lesser men would kill over them, as Laurent knew only too well.

"I'll not ask after you private business," continued Laurent, again moving deeper down the stairs. There were no sounds from below, but he kept his voice low all the same. "But what is your profession, sir?"

[major_rawne]

"I am a trader," he said, "and you?" It's technically the truth, after all. He notices that the darkness around them has gotten deeper, the further they go.

[cast_iron_bitch]

"I am also a trader of sorts," said Laurent. "I collect and purvey rare books. Coin is well enough, but I far prefer to receive another rare text in return for my wares. I had hoped the town might be in need of someone like me."

Laurent caught his companion's eyes in the dim light. "Do the townspeople strike you as great readers, Mister...?"

[major_rawne]

"Gaunt. Ibram Gaunt," He said, "I'm sure some of them are. There seem to be a few men of learning here."

[cast_iron_bitch]

"Laurent of - I am Laurent," he replied, wincing internally for the near slip. His title was long gone, and little would come of anyone knowing he once held one, but that life was over. One day of Vere would cease to chase his tongue.

"And women," Laurent noted. "Anyone can learn to read, after all."

[major_rawne]

He took note of the slip and filed it away.

"Of course," he said, "I am simply more accustomed to the company of men."

[cast_iron_bitch]

"In the company of soldiers," Laurent ventured, reasonably sure of the assumption. Gaunt carried a weapon, his back straight with the sort of attention rarely found elsewhere than in barracks. And now he meant to trade. Perhaps in arms?

[major_rawne]

"Yes." He'd spent the greater part of his life at this point, in the army. His family had gotten him a commission as soon as possible, something he'd resented for a fair few years. Until he'd met Sergeant Feygor. And the black market.