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

Re: seeking shelter;

[major_rawne]

"My horse threw me. I expect she's run off now," Rawne says, too cold and wet to think of a good lie.

The man with the lantern is tall, blonde, and severe. A bolt of fear hits him, momentarily convinced that Gaunt has come back to life and is here to welcome him into the afterlife. Did he die when his horse threw him?

But then he gets a better look at the man and no, it's some other blonde gentleman, with a giant black dog. An officer, he guesses, by his bearing. Perhaps Navy.

[deadandgone]

Francis only nods, accepting the slightly dazed look about the man as the only reaction one should have for losing one's horse out in a such a miserable storm.

"Haven't seen a horse," he offers, "but if she's yours she may just know the way back home."

By now, the huge black dog accompanying Francis has circled around the stranger, and bowed his head to take a few sniffs at his feet and trousers.

"Where were you headed?" Francis nods back behind him, to the road that leads back into town and lowers his lantern.

[major_rawne]

"I hope she does, I paid a lot for her," he says, "I was headed into town. I was trying to get there before the storm arrived."

He watches the dog sniff him, but he doesn't move to offer a hand or pet it.

[deadandgone]

Francis peers at the stranger for a moment and considers the idea that he must be losing his bearings to be caught so unawares by the storm that's growing worse by the minute. Pulling his coat tighter around him, Francis nods his head up the road, in the general direction of town.

"Come on, then. Lest we become buckets, collecting the rain as we are." Then he begins the climb up the small hill, boots catching in the mud. Turning back, he can see the dog following closely behind them both, as though wary of their new traveling companion. "That's Neptune there," Francis says, taking notice of the wary manner Neptune had been regarded. "And yourself?"

[major_rawne]

"Ibram Gaunt, sir." He didn't intend to say "sir," but the man has an air about him that makes it instinct.

He follows close behind, not wanting to loose the light of the lantern in the rain. The rain sucks at his boots, but he keeps going. A headache has been building behind his eyes and he wants to get to safety before it gets to be too much.