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Test Drive!

TEST DRIVE MEME

While in some alternate, tidier timeline, the War against the Elder One ended years ago, you're not in that timeline. It's 9:49, and the war continues. An enemy force partially occupies Orlais and has decimated several Marcher Cities, while the Chantry, aided by the Inquisition, has marshaled Orlais and the faithful of Southern Thedas into a new Exalted March against the army of demon-bound Wardens, Red Templars, Venatori loyalists, and darkspawn Corypheus has amassed. Rifts are still scattered across the continent, periodically spitting out strangers from strange worlds with green-glowing anchors embedded in their hands. There's no Herald of Andraste to save Thedas. Someone else is going to have to do it.

You're part of (or allied with, recently hired by, imprisoned by, etc.) an organization, dubbed Riftwatch, that split off from the Inquisition several years ago. Riftwatch consists of these otherworldly new arrivals, rebels and Wardens, and other people who want to prevent the apocalypse without necessarily marching under the Chantry's banner to do it. Their headquarters is an island fortress called the Gallows—formerly a Circle of Magi, more formerly a prison for slaves, but its new occupants have done a good job removing the more grotesque reminders of that past and making the place livable. Their goal is to do what the Chantry can't or won't do, to go more directly after Corypheus and the dark magic he employs, and to keep the Veil from coming apart entirely.

Maybe you're here because you want to help. Maybe you need the money (though there isn't much of it). Maybe you acquired an anchor and sticking around is the only way to prevent your hand from killing you. Maybe you've been sent by the Chantry or some other entity to keep an eye on everyone—they're rumored to be a lot of weirdos and troublemakers. Or maybe you're a new rifter and just going where the nice people with swords tell you that you need to go.

NOTE: This is a static test drive! We post them once per year or so and continue to use them for a long time, so you're never late. Current players are encouraged to track new top-level comments.


I. THE FREE MARCHES: Hasmal, Tantervale, and most recently Starkhaven have all fallen to the Tevinter incursion, leaving Kirkwall the largest city-state in the Free Marches to remain unoccupied. For Riftwatch, that means the war is closer to home than ever, and traveling anywhere north of the mountains runs the risk of running into enemy scouting parties. Perhaps you've been sent out to find these scouts before they find the unwary, or perhaps you're just trying to pass through unnoticed to Antiva or Rivain when you run into trouble. Or maybe you're more in the thick of it: joining the Free Marches armies in harassing the occupying army as best they can from outside the city, or slipping your way into one of them to gather intelligence or meet with an ally.

II. THE WAKING SEA: When Riftwatch isn't traveling by griffon or magic mirror, it frequently travels by sea, courtesy of a small assortment of allied pirate ships. So welcome aboard. The sea is choppy and frequently violent—violent storms, violent enemy ships, or both at once—and the crew may not have much patience for incompetence, so either make yourself useful above or try not to get sick below.

III. KIRKWALL: Even when enormous evil darkspawn are trying to take over the known world and you and your colleagues might be the only ones who can truly stop him, you can't work all the time. And when you aren't working, Kirkwall is there for you with its dingy Lowtown taverns, its flashy Hightown establishments, its market stalls and street musicians and cellars hosting gamblers. (Or maybe you can work all the time, and you're in the city to do some official shopping, try to spy on a suspicious character, or show a potential financial backer a good time.)

IV. SEND A MESSAGE: Each member of Riftwatch is assigned a blue crystal, small enough to wear around the neck, that can transmit voice messages, as well as an enchanted book tied to that crystal that can be used to exchange written messages. They're secure enough to discuss the war, if you'd like to get down to business, but loosely controlled enough to ask a question or play a game with only a few rolled eyes from people who hate fun.

V. WILDCARD: From the Gallows' library to the pirate islands off the coast, from Hightown's high-priced market stalls to the bloody frontlines of the war, Thedas is yours to explore.

elegiaque: (124)

[personal profile] elegiaque 2024-08-17 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
( there's a joke to be made here — I've met too many mages to think that, for example. it is not out of the question that stephen will hear a version of it, later, when she recounts her day at the end of it, and then I didn't say that, because in the moment it probably would have been a cunt thing to do, hold for applause.

funny because it's true, mind. but the blood purity aspect, that is grimly familiar in an entirely different way, the way she smiles humourless but not without some warmth. there are parts of gwenaëlle that she has, of necessity, made into weapons; it isn't the same song, here, but it rhymes.

and this isn't, exactly, the thing she'd intended to tell when she'd said I'll show you mine (what wrenched her off course? a rage demon,) but it rhymes,
)

To be elfblooded is to have one elven parent, one human. Elfblooded aren't like the half-elven some rifters talk about, ( apparently every other fucking world or dream with elves, ain't that a bitch of a thing, ) we're completely indistinguishable from any other human. There's no means I know of to tell me apart from someone whose parents were both human— but it's not quite human enough. Orlais's civil war had academics writing treatises on is it bestiality to fuck your elf servants, not even because they believe it is or give a fuck but because embarrassing the Empress by insinuating she's too friendly with elves works so well she keeps slaughtering them about it.

( if that sounds like it's probably got a lot more moving parts than she can easily cover in one bitter breath,

yeah.
)

When my uncle was in the Circle, his particular study was why are the elfblooded like that. Became an expert in maternal health by accident because he wanted to study the pregnancies of elven women carrying human children. He didn't know I was, at the time, it was a very funny coincidence.

( —dryly. )

And then if he'd had a child, that'd have been about seven crimes. I have wondered how many orphan Templars were the children of Circle mages. Probably not none.
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[personal profile] undergrunn 2024-08-18 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
( The library is something of a comfort, a place to retreat when the
demands of work and navigating a world so alien to her own have drained her social battery. She’s got a collection of books in her arms on physics, and is clad in workers overalls and boots that certainly aren’t of Thedas manufacture.

She was heading to a table, but stopped short when she saw the book float. The abruptness is not discrete, and even less so given the gasp of delighted surprise. At least she glances around sheepishly for being so loud in a library. )


I’m sorry. I’m still not used to magic.
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[personal profile] aberratic 2024-08-18 08:25 am (UTC)(link)

[ it takes longer for the next message to show up. ]

I didn't intend go be rude or condescending. I apologize if my attempt to be helpful has missed the mark.

[ she would have taken that first message as entirely genuine, man, now she feels bad. :( ]

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[personal profile] aberratic 2024-08-18 08:46 am (UTC)(link)

I see, [ says ness, with the distinct feeling that she has just been left with a large predator of some kind—and not even one of the ones that has the decency to just eat you and be done with it, no: she's in the company of a social predator. infinitely more terrifying than its carnivorous brethren.

no, she does not feel comfortable getting into her things in front of this stranger and her maid.
]

Well. It was [ unnerving ] nice to meet you. I'll have to get back to my work now.

[ attempting to skirt the chaos again, to flee to the diplomacy offices and hide out at her desk. perhaps she'll sleep there, now. perhaps that will be her room from now on. ]

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<3

[personal profile] reparo 2024-08-18 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her answer, on the other hand comes back quickly. ]

You were not rude, Ennaris! The apologies are not necessary. Please.

[ What is she asking for exactly here? Maybe she's aware of the irony of having spoken to all via the book, with the intent of making friends, and has somehow managed to put people off from speaking to her at all.

And in her defense, the first message was genuine. Hermione just wants to know if she's supposed to hide. :( ]
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-08-18 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ The gasp comes from somewhere to her side, and makes Hermione's heart leap up into her throat. She jumps a little, the book falling into her open hand with a thud.

She turns and finds a woman - dressed in overalls? Boots? An atire that altogether looks Not Local, and Hermione's heart leaps again in curiosity and hope. ]


Ah, no - it's fine. I probably shouldn't be using it this casually, but it's a bit of a relief that the minor magic spells still work.
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[personal profile] undergrunn 2024-08-18 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I bet. I’m trying to figure out if two moons and magic means anything different for physics.

( She’s tall, with waist-length hair that’s an odd contrast to the practicality of everything else about her, and to Hermione her accent might be reminiscent of Northern Europe. Abella offers her hand to shake, before she hesitates. )

Is shaking hands a friendly thing, in your world?
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[personal profile] allthatgleamsisgold 2024-08-18 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
A wise choice to warn those who would gladly try to stand upon your throat that you will rip theirs out for the attempt. Do not be cowed here; just wary.
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-08-18 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
That is something I've got more than enough experience in being, so I will do just that.
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-08-18 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
My god, yes - [ On that note, she tucks the book under her arm and holds out the other, taking the woman's hand quickly for a shake. It has been a long time since culturally that was the go-to manner of introduction. ] Are you a rifter as well? I'm Hermione, I've only just joined.
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[personal profile] undergrunn 2024-08-18 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Abella. It's nice to meet you, Hermione.

( She grins, relieved to have found some common ground, and takes a quick moment to set down her stack of books. From a guess, her new acquaintance could be the same age as Marina, give or take a year or two. It seems so cruel for young people to be thrust into such circumstances, but... perhaps Hermione had, like her, escaped something terrible.

Perhaps she's projecting because she's worried about her young friend. )


I got here a month or so ago, and put my foot in my mouth as soon as I got to the Gallows. If you want tips on ways to make a better first impression than I did, I'm happy to help.

( It's playful self-awareness, making fun of herself in the same breath as offering to help as much because she's barely been here longer than Hermione, as for lightheartedness. Pretending to be an expert in anything here would be absurd. )
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-08-18 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a small, uncomfortable laugh. ] No, you're too late on that account. Nice to meet you as well. [ She's already stuck her foot in her mouth, made a poor impression on some people - she suspects Ennaris will be too polite to say it, but Hermione wouldn't be surprised if the young mage also judges her, nevermind that rude one. (She has yet to realise the rude one is the woman she told the full story of her scar to, later.)

Now she notices that Abella is holding onto books as well, and mentioned physics, and smiles. ]
How about we don't talk about how capacious for fitting our foot our mouths are, and we talk about something else instead. You mentioned physics, can I ask what you remember from your...world?
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-08-18 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It leaves her feeling empty, to have told the story of her scar. Not even the anchor shard in the centre of her palm - now clenched into a fist - feels as much like it is burning as the ugly word pressed into her forearm. It has been years since she got it. It has been years since she thought of it. It has also been not a day gone by without thinking of it.

Sleeping Draughts might be necessary, she thinks to herself as her pulse races in a panic, and then -

then her table companion speaks, of a different kind of half-blood, of a different kind of mudblood, and Hermione connects the dots and hears those rhymes.

She still listens to it, all of it. Wants to say something kind, and understanding, like gods, that is terrible, but maybe the open honesty in her expression spells it out for her, because the words lock in her throat. Then she is left with that tidbit about Templars, cherry on top. ]
Circles sound like such delightful places where anyone would want to be, especially people who can get pregnant.

[ The honest expression turns into a scowl, aimed at imaginary foes in this scenario, whoever they may be. ]

Your uncle sounds like a right git.
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[personal profile] undergrunn 2024-08-18 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahhh.

( Abella exhales a sympathetic breath of laughter, and gently nudges Hermione. )

Don't beat yourself up about it. A lot of the people here are good, even if a lot of them don't seem nice, at first. ( Gwenaëlle. ) Being willing to listen and having self-awareness goes a long way.

( But Hermione had wanted to move on, and having shared that aspect of her own experience, Abella is happy to go with it. She sits on one of the desks, leaning back on her hand, head tilted as she thinks.

Sharing everything about her experiences just before being here doesn't seem...
well, maybe it would be relevant. The older woman still knocks the thought aside because, frankly, she doesn't want to put that on a kid. )


It was October, 1942. A huge war that consumed many nations just ended, the Second Great War, although the circumstances are... suspicious. There's fears about it not really being over. I grew up thinking there was no magic, and a couple of days before I got here, I found out that was very wrong.

( That glossed over things. ) How about you?
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-08-18 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She would like to believe that she stands a chance at existing in this world, in Thedas, without much threat to her independence and personhood. That although most people here are wary of mages, she won't be thrown in a jailcell for mending a broken chair with a spell, or for summoning a reference book into her hand when it's archived too far up for her to reach.

(Mind you, she can still be thrown in a jailcell for being mouthy and opinionated, and it won't be the first time.)

But, she would like to believe she is capable of growth. ]


May, 1998 in England. Although, of latest, some undetermined month in a strange world named Akhuras. There have been people here who've tried to tell me that neither of them are real, because I got here through the Fade, so I must be a dream, but - that's twenty-two years of very real, very details dreaming.

[ A pause, because one date specifically niggles at her memory. Abella's, in fact. ] World War Two didn't end in - [ Shit. She slams her mouth shut. ] Oh no, I'm from your future. Maybe same, maybe parrallel.
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[personal profile] undergrunn 2024-08-18 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( Something is already sticking in her head before Hermione can talk about dates. That is mentally bookmarked to loop back to. )

England?

( The way she says it suggests the word is unfamiliar. ) In my world, I think... I think your accent is like those from the kingdom of Rondon. Is... England doesn't sound like the name of a city.

( Unless Rondon is renamed in the future? Perhaps because of the war going on longer, like Hermione says?

She worries her lip with her teeth, brow furrowing a little. Maybe something else will be a little easier. )


Um, did you go to school to study the occult? A friend of mine went to the Vatican, so maybe... that's the same?
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-08-18 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A little confused frown. ] No, that kingdom name does not ring a bell. We do have the United Kingdom, and England is part of that Kingdom. London is the capital city of England - how peculiar.

[ The idea of a school of witchcraft under the Papal Seat is kind of hilarious, but she shakes her head anyway. ] I did go to school to study magic, but not the Vatican - and we don't call it the occult. I think our worlds have similarities, but they are not the same - isn't that fascinating?
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[personal profile] elegiaque 2024-08-18 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Because when he was a prisoner, he tried to help people at no small personal risk to himself?

( a quick shake of her head: )

We need people to be curious, ( she says, firmly. ) Every year, there's some fight about how scary and dangerous it is to want to learn things and take steps to understand them— like we can protect ourselves by being ignorant. Like no one else is going to try.

( a little exhale, )

My uncle's a research healer whose work looked enough like blood magic that it'd have been safer for him not to do it. But you know, I'm not saying, he'd be doing a lot of crimes, I'm saying, he was property of the Chantry so a failure to control him would be someone's workplace fuck up and they'd take the baby and punish everyone involved.

( a gesture at the library they're in: ) This used to be a Circle. The nature of phylacteries mean if you'd been a mage here, no one would have had to torture you for your friend's location, though you'd probably have been punished for knowing it. Use the phylactery made with their blood when they were locked in here and run an escapee down at leisure.
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[personal profile] undergrunn 2024-08-18 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
London. ( That sounds so strange. Her puzzled frown lingers, until she forces it away, not wanting to cause any worry. )

It is. I only know the Vatican supports those studies because of Marina. She's the first person I met who could do magic.

( After a moment of consideration, ) It's funny we both have a Vatican. It turns out the priests don't only worship Alll-Mer in our world, though. It's their connection to the Old Gods that grant some people magical gifts, apparently. I don't think I could have named one before talking with her.

( With a shrug. Go figure. )
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-08-18 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her eyebrows raise, and then she frowns. ] I - no? I misunderstood.

[ In her defense, she thought her uncle, aforementioned, was writing essays on why elfblooded were like that, from the same high and mighty position of someone who might decide to call people elfblooded and say it like it's a bad thing.

She's just having some trouble following, perhaps because Gwen hasn't caught her when she's fully caught up on Chantry history - if she can ever truly catch up, or fully understand it.

She also doesn't love admitting there's something she doesn't understand, and is sure that Gwen and her golden eye would see right through the fib, if she were to make one.

One glance around the library later, she meets the woman's eyes again. ]


So you consider being in a Circle as a mage to be paramount to being a prisoner [ too ] ?
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[personal profile] elegiaque 2024-08-18 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
( the part of gwenaëlle that has been grieving in slow motion the past year and reads every letter that gervais sends to her with the anxiety of someone waiting to be told, you will get no more letters from us

it isn't, actually, hermione's fault that she might react sharply and protectively about that uncle, and his work, and when the misunderstanding is obvious the precision of the way she had extended her claws about it is mirrored in the way her shoulders relax and she leans against the table.

mudblood is probably ruder to say than elfblooded; they rhyme, but the song is different. she bears it in mind.
)

I didn't always, ( she admits. ) It isn't, you know, how the Chantry talks about it.
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-08-18 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She lets out a tired laugh (already, tired), diverting her gaze for a second towards the library walls once again. Walking in the same space where once mages were confined to their quarters, constantly surveiled, harrowed, made Tranquil, had their voices silenced.

She's not sure how to feel comfortable with this knowledge, in this world. (Do not cower, but stay wary - that's a good advice.) ]


Of course it is. Why would the Chantry call it anything else except for benevolence? [ She purses her lips, then quietly, ] When they burned women on the stake for witchcraft in my world, the Church called it saving their souls.
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[personal profile] elegiaque 2024-08-18 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( there's a fleeting, rueful thought: we were meant to be talking about elfroot. and yet.

she thinks of andraste, burning. ah, she thinks, there are other rhymes here.
)

That's sort of what I was taught to think of Tranquility. A broken thing, given purpose instead of the void by the Maker's grace. ( it doesn't really sound like that's an opinion she holds now, even if her views on tranquility are more complicated than is commonplace in thedas, ) Here, though, it's— the saying is magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him.

I don't know if Andraste meant so lock mages up and use them like tools instead of people when she said it, or if she was just trying to make a point about not doing crimes. You can see how it's turned out.
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[personal profile] portalling 2024-08-19 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Brand-new rifters are infrequent enough that the organisation hasn’t been overwhelmed with receiving them, but common enough that orientation has become a well-honed mechanism by now. There’s a list of people to talk to, requisitions and supplies and clothing to receive. There’s introductory lessons to help rifters acclimate to the history and culture. There’s a curriculum.

And one of the line items, neatly written in someone else’s hand, is generically named: Head Healer.

So Hermione Granger awaits her next speaker in one of the empty project rooms, appointed for this one-on-one interview-slash-discussion-slash-lecture; there’s a table with a few chairs tucked in around it, a pitcher of water, a couple empty cups, attempts at making it comfortable.

The man in question comes bustling in right on time, carrying a small stack of paper, a quill, an inkwell. He’s not wearing the exact scarlet cloak he once did, but one quite similar of Fade-touched silk.

“Morning, welcome,” he says, brisk, as he sets down the supplies; there’s a professorial air to the way he strides into the room. A familiar face, grey-streaked hair. “Doctor Strange. I’m the Head Healer here.”

When he looks at her, it’s without any recognition, only neutral polite greeting.
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[personal profile] allthatgleamsisgold 2024-08-19 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Good. You may yet survive this place. If you cannot defend yourself well, make strong allies. There are many in opposition to the imprisonment of mages. Even after Corypheus is defeated

[If that ever comes to pass, but Vlast is feeling uncharacteristically optimistic about it.]

then it will be an uphill battle. Whatever good will mages managed to build up will be eroded by the war between mages and templars, and then further from the protracted conflict with a blighted Tevinter magister who embodies everything the southern nations fear about magic.

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