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...

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Comments

[hobbitstho]

“Good.” He reaches out to rest his hand on Fletcher’s shoulder—and then withdraws it. The gesture felt easy to make, but it is too familiar. It would be an overreach even if his hands were clean.

Well. It’s hard to find one’s way back to the solid ground of courtesy when the acquaintance was born in crisis. Boromir shifts the gesture into an indication that Fletcher should follow, and leads the way to one of the larger suites of rooms in this small place, leaving a request for hot water with the innkeep as they go.

The price of these rooms is, one can assume, higher on account of there being a door that closes between the bed and the rest of the space. The outer room is well-furnished, but otherwise bare; a cloak and hat hang from a peg and a pair of boots wait by the door, but the only other sign that the place is rented is a rosary, finely-made, draped across an end table. It is as though Boromir prepares for a hasty exit every time he leaves the place, or like he never bothered to settle in at all.

“Please, be comfortable,” he says; though while he speaks he falls heavily into one of the chairs, and grits his teeth to pull his arm from his bloodied shirtsleeve. It’s an ugly sight underneath—not showing obvious signs of poison, but still bleeding slowly.

[insufficientjewel]

Francis grimaces at the sight, and starts towards Wójcik without thinking, hand half-raising to offer help - then, thinking better of it, he clears his throat and makes himself pull back and sit in the other chair. He has to admit that sitting is more help to his own condition than he cares to think; he had not really realised how shaky his legs felt, or how light his head, until he took some of the strain from himself.

He runs both hands up over his face, leaving smears of half-dried animal blood as he does so, and takes a deep breath. This is not at all how he imagined his night going, and to tell the truth, all he wants is for it to be over; to be back in his own (far more modest) rented room, clean and without half-listening for another howl, and to spend a good hour or two with his books before bed. Or, actually, just to go to bed. Sitting down has also made him realise how immensely tired he feels.

"Do you have bandages?" he asks aloud, looking around the room as though they might be lying on a tabletop or hanging from a peg. "We ought to have asked for those, as well. Drat."