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Throne of Shadows
TEST DRIVE MEME!!!

New to Throne of Shadows? Long time player thinking of apping a new character? Welcome to our test drive meme! Experiment with active and potential muses! Here is a place where you can test out characters for the setting and accrue samples for your applications! Roll on the scenarios provided below, or come up with your own!

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You are (find the setting information here)...

1. Trapped by a giant Venus fly trap! Oh no!
2. Watching the evening light show at the beach
3. Admiring the magical castle the candidates have created in the meadow
4. Lost the desert, near the pixie dust canyon
5. Freezing your buns off on the tundra
6. Up high in the mountains and unsure how to get back down

You’re feeling...

1. Inexplicably happy
2. Like you could fall asleep at any moment
3. Angry enough to punch someone
4. Nostalgic or sentimental
5. Like someone stabbed you—oh, hey, they did, fancy that
6. As if life really ought to be more like a Broadway musical

Somewhat unusually...

1. You can only speak in rhyme
2. The area is full of old-fashioned toys
3. A box covered in runes drops down from the sky and lands at your feet
4. You hear the voice of your worst enemy in the air
5. You would do anything for a grilled cheese sandwich
6. You have a cute and cuddly kitten...where did that come from?

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[Talisa awakens to the sound of waves crashing and the sensation of sand underneath her. She opens her eyes and sits up with a start, her mind flashing to her last memory. The wedding. That knife. The sudden pain and then...

It is night, and strange lights dance in the sky. She doesn't understand what they are but her hands ball into fists as anger surges through her. She starts backing away from the water, slowly, nearly growling she's so overwhelmed with her own rage. Amongst the lights she hears a voice - one she is not likely to ever forget. Walder Frey. That lecherous murderer. She shouts at the sky as if he is actually there.]

You will pay for what you've done, you bastard!

That is an accent that I recognize. Valryian? You must not be from Westeros then.

[It was by chance that she would find the young woman, but it was a welcome thing that she did. Any reminder of home was a happy relief to her.

The world that she had been queen.]

Who are you?

[Talisa didn't understand why her anger was not tempered by the arrival of a stranger. She clenched her teeth against the desire to scream an answer.]

Yes. I was born in Volantis, but I have lived in Westeros for the past two years. My name is Talisa.

Where am I? What are those lights and, and can you hear that? That voice?

[She knew that name and all at once, the face was familiar to her. The memories and the dream she had seen before. This was Robb's wife. Margaery's throat constricted, though she could not say why.]

You...you are in a place called the Wyld. A voice? I don't hear a voice.

[Suddenly it stopped, the haunting drone of Walder Frey, and she could think through the red haze in her mind. Her hands dropped to her belly and she was horrified to find it flat and empty. No child. Their little Eddard did not survive her death. Her voice was shaky as she tried to regain herself, for it seemed that herself was all that she had in this strange place, alone.]

I beg your pardon, my lady. I'm afraid I am not myself at the moment. I don't suppose you know how I came to be here?

M'lady? Are you alright?

[Cuthbert knows the answer to that is likely 'no'. It's been nearly a year since he was first pulled into this strange world, but he remembers his own fear and anger and confusion quite well. But still he asks, because he'll help if he can. If she wants it.

There's something familiar about the lass, too. Or mayhap it's just the way she forms her words, more familiar than the common American accents that sounded so flat and odd to his ears.]

[She scrambles to her feet at the sound of the voice, the ire inside her driving her instincts into overdrive. Never again would she be taken by surprise.]

Who are you? Where am I?

I am most certainly not alright! Can't you hear that?

[Now he was laughing, laughing at her, laughing as she lay on the ground with her life's blood pouring onto the floor. She clapped her hands over her ears.]

By the gods, make it stop!

[Bert holds his hands out, low, palms facing the young woman. He's unarmed and wants her to know that.]

My name's Cuthbert Allgood, but everyone just calls me Bert. And this place...is difficult to explain, I'm afraid. Also ripe with magic, some of which can be quite cruel. Whatever yeh hear, it's not real.

[And here he is, an idiot in the ways of magic and Touch-dumb at that.]

[Magic? That makes no sense and all of the sense in the world at the same time. She does not believe in magic, yet there is no other ready explanation for what she is feeling and hearing.]

Please, pardon me, ser. Bert. I find myself overwhelmed.

[And as quickly as she rose to her feet, she is looking for somewhere to sit down, so she can try and get her bearings.]

What is this strange place?

No pardon needed at all, m'lady. It takes everyone much the same, suddenly being snatched away from wherever you were. Here, let's sit you down, let you get accustomed to it all.

[Bert offers his arm, politely, knowing full well how disorienting it can be. And he'd no idea what she had been taken from.]

This place is a realm called Niflheim. It may sound like madness, but this world's not the one you know.

[She takes the offered arm, her hands beginning to tremble. She had not just be snatched from her home, but from the very void of death itself. The last thing she remembers is Robb's face as she'd drawn her final breath.]

This place, this.. Niflheim, it is very different from Westeros. Am I... safe here?

[Westeros? Bert knows that place, it's Robb's home. And from what little he knows, he can be relatively confident that yes, this place is safer than there.]

Aye, m'lady, you're safe as houses, swear it on the face of my father. And my oath is a knight's oath, and a right honorable one at that. I've been here some time, I can answer what questions as have answers.

[A knight? That's comforting indeed.]

I thank you, ser, I will never forget this kindness. I hardly know where to begin. Do you know how I came to be here?

[The last thing she remembers is Robb's face, and the pain of being stabbed... she gasps and her hands move to feel her stomach. She is not bleeding, but the slight bump that had indicated the presence of a growing life is gone. It appears that while she was saved from death, her child was not. She struggles to maintain her composure.]

I think I was dead. How is this possible?

It's a power the people of this world have. I was snatched here from the grasp of death myself, brought after I'd fallen in battle. We've been given another chance, and there's plenty others like us.

[He offers her a fallen log to settle on, his voice soft and sympathetic. He knows well the pain of remembering one's own death.]

It's quite the long tale, and a tad bit confusing I'm afraid. There's a prophecy and a coming war and a lonely prince on who's shoulders a great deal rests. It's magic and incredible technology that's brought you here, for reasons no one can ken entirely.

[She hears the word 'war' and her stomach ties into knots. Wherever she'd been, death or oblivion or wherever, she had been at peace and free from that bloody war. Perhaps that was why she had been brought back, because of her skills with the battlefield healing.]

It sounds as if we have much in common, ser. I am grateful that you are here. Were you brought here alone, or are your loved ones here as well?

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