TEST DRIVE MEME!

[faderifting]

I ROLL TO SEDUCE THE BEAR

Tucked between the massive Lake Calenhad and the icy Frostback Mountains in Ferelden’s chilly, hilly south, the Hinterlands are a region covered in patchy forests, small farms, and a bustling fishing village called Redcliffe. The region was recently the frontline of a war between mages and Templars, but the Inquisition’s military presence has restored order and is now focused on helping the locals and influx of refugees rebuild their lives. Whether you’re a recent recruit or a hardened veteran, a Fereldan local or someone who recently fell out of a rift from another world, you may be asked to go lend a hand.

I. FLOODS

A burst of unseasonably warm weather (in no way inspired by real life events) is initially greeted with relief, gloves discarded and scarves unwrapped—but followed within the week by severe flooding across the region. Maybe you’re sent out to help debris from a road or collect the bodies of those swept away. Or maybe you’re less lucky and instead there when the waters come, shepherding refugees to higher ground, or caught riding in the flow on a dislodged roof or log. Maybe there’s a bear on the roof with you.

II. TREASURE HUNTS

Given the lack of banks and lockboxes, when the people here have something they value, they often hide it—under the ground, in a tree, behind a waterfall. So here you are, with a sketch of some landmarks found on a body, trying to find… something. If you find it, it might be useful: weapons, runes, a stash of supplies. Or it might be someone’s box of racy letters and a request to deliver them to a now-married woman who will slap you on delivery.

III. BEARS

You have turned the wrong corner, forded the wrong stream, crested the wrong hill, entered the wrong cave. Maybe you are far from camp. Maybe you are in camp. Whatever has happened, wherever you are: you are being chased by bears. Did you provoke the bears? Are they huge? Babies? Fade-touched? Mage-controlled? What are they chasing you away from? What are they chasing you into? What do you plan to make out of their hide if you kill them? What do you think they'll craft out of your hide if they kill you?

IV. CRYSTALS

Members and trusted agents of the Inquisition are given access to one of the Inquisition's stores of ancient, mysterious sending crystals, allowing them to communicate instantaneously by voice. It's magic. And a magical excuse to ask everyone what their favorite constellation is in the middle of the night.

Or to call for help because you've been treed by bears.

Either way.

V. MISCELLANEOUS

Choose your own adventure! Hunt game, kill demons, gather herbs, track bandits, haggle over the price of armor, fall off a deceptively tall rock, get lost circling the same hill ten times trying to find a way up to the weird glowing skull on a stick you can see is up there, climb trees or abandoned towers, rummage around in empty homes, run from a dragon, cry over how cute that fennec fox you just shot was, set up camp and chat around the fire, knock yourself out (figuratively, or even literally if that's more your speed)—the Hinterlands are your Frostback Mountain oyster.

Comments

Archery Practice

[mistifying]

[Fran kept her watch at a distance, not trusting the humes of this world overly much. They seeme to have a very backwards way about them when it came those who were different, even among people of their own lands. Nary a day would come when the word "rabbit" would be an insult, or so she thought. Not that such insults were lobbed at her, but at the smaller looking humes with tapered ears.

No, she had been erred for a demon for her own unusual ears, in spite of her appearance being more similar to that of the humes and not of those creatures that joined them in the green. Her body had been made more so by the excursion to this world, having noticed a few hanges that she is yet still adapting to. Her ears, however, were easily hidden albeit uncomfortably so, beneath a cowl and cloak.

No need to panic the humes any more than necessary, alone they have intelligence, in numbers they inclined towards losing their heads. No need to startle this one further.]

Perhaps not, but the bow is an artist's weapon, its technique is ground-up. It is unique among long ranged weapons [Fran's voice is calm, but her accent is foreign, even for this world] the most important first step is knowing which eye you aim with, it will determine what handedness you are with a bow...it could be that you are using a right-handed bow when you should be using a left-handed bow. Your archery equipment should end up agreeing with your dominate eye.

[crowncitizen]

[Prompto almost jumps, having been speaking to himself and really not expecting anyone to have heard him. He barely manages not to, but his eyes are wide for a brief moment.]

Oh, ah, sorry! I didn't know someone was actually... there...

[He's hardly been here long enough to tell whether or not her accent is foreign. It sounds different than what he's heard so far, but for all he knows, he just is coming across it for the first time.]

I didn't even know they had bows for left or right hands. [Clearly he's more out of his depth than he realized.] Never used a bow before. I can say, when I aimed with my... weapon back home [Honestly, guns don't exist here and he's not sure if ousting himself as a non-Thedosian is wise. People tended to give you funny looks, and he knows all too well the dangers of being labelled as something foreign] I tended to aim with my right eye.