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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.

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[personal profile] elegiaque 2024-09-09 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Occupying herself with the battle strategy of an active, enormous rift is not an unusual thing— Gwenaëlle's mind is moving swiftly along familiar lines, accounting for the new variable that is Wanda but—

apparently not in great enough detail. That question catches her attention, though, swerving the focus of her remaining eye back to the new rifter with the kind of gleam that is typically inspired by limited edition sportscars and/or casual arson. Her answer is abundantly obvious before she even says, “You can do that?”

Wanda, she could kiss you on the mouth.

“I've no trouble with heights at all.”
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[personal profile] explosion 2024-09-09 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
She looks at her with a proud smile.

How did the Avengers have time to have these conversations while aliens were infiltrating and attacking the city? Wanda turns her attention back to the rift at hand and rolls her shoulders without thinking. This is a decent plan. Not quite as idiotic as Steve's plans to charge ahead with his Vibranium shield and hope to god that everything falls into place due to his sheer luck.

Her gaze sets determinedly ahead. "I won't tell you when." Comforting, she presumes, especially given she's a stranger, but— "If you go out there, I'll lift you. They won't notice you."

How can they when she intends to emerge with a bright, red bolt? Aren't demons just an uglier version of bulls?
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[personal profile] favoriteanalyst 2024-09-09 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Mobius relaxes against the shelves at his back. It's not exactly comfortable, but his shoulders sag some of the tension out anyway as his gaze goes upward at the various spines of books, and the edges of things not books jutting out from up top and their perches on other shelves.

"Anything that lets me learn something is the best. Books on magical theory are fascinating. Ones about other cultures, those ones are handy. And in fiction, I like a good rousing adventure, but something cozy and warm between all the excitement we already get is a nice reprieve." It's a better answer than 'everything' which was originally on his tongue. Because he knows that's disingenuous. Even if he'll give anything a try once.

"We had a book club." He frowns a little at the ceiling. "Actually, I don't know if it's still being kept up. I just know that the woman who originally started it isn't here anymore, so if nothing else, the numbers dwindled."
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[personal profile] elegiaque 2024-09-11 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
The way Gwenaëlle's mouth curves at the edge when Wanda says I won't tell you when is—

well, she's right. Comforting is not the word. But maybe she'd undersold it, saying she hasn't got a problem with heights; the gleam in her eye looks more like excitement than unease. It is a very exciting prospect, and yes, it's very serious work that they do and she does, sincerely, take it very seriously ... but the same impulse had seen her launch herself physically off a griffon in the air, at least three times now, certain that it would be worth it.

(She keeps living through these choices, which really does nothing to discourage them.)

“Alright,” with a quick nod; it's perceptible, the moment when she decides to trust Wanda and deal with wherever that leads. When the decision is made, the rest is easy,

it's elegant, almost balletic, when she bolts into the fray. A shimmering shield emerges from her gauntleted hand, surrounding her as she moves, dodging a bolt of ice from a screaming despair demon and spinning as she moves not to lose her footing and fall.
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[personal profile] portalling 2024-09-14 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
( moved! )
Edited 2024-09-18 12:15 (UTC)
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Ari Sloane | You, Again: A Novel

[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-10-17 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
III.

Ari was in her element on the stage. Even if that stage was a street corner near the market where she could sing funny songs and gain some silver in the process. Never mind the two daggers hidden on her back, her training as a bard, or the fact that some of the songs had coded messages that only the Riftwatch would understand. Performing was its own reward, but who said she couldn't do a little good while she was at it?

She grinned and announced to the crowd, "This next one is a little on the bawdy side, you might wanna cover the ears of any small children in the audience. It's dedicated to my ex-wife, Cass, an endless source of hilarity." At least Cass was funny now. When the other woman had left her, she'd spent so much time too sad to do anything but mope.

But misery loved company and eventually that love of company turned into the love of a person: Josh, a man she'd once sworn to hate until she died. He wasn't with her, but she knew he was safe. At least for now. He's why she joined the Riftwatch, she'd do anything to keep him safe from harm.

There were songs about Josh, too, though she kept those to herself. But that was for later. Right now, she strummed her lute, and called out "Okay, who wanna hear 'For the love of blondes?' Anyone? Anyone, don't be shy!" And she opened her mouth and sang.

IV

Okay, I know you've all heard this a billion times before, but best tips for a new recruit? I'm trained as a Bard, so that's a bonus. Let's hear it for my fellow bards, yeah?

There's gotta be a private way to send messages in case the other bards don't want everyone to know who and what they are. Right?
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River Cartwright | Slow Horses/Slough House Books | Native AU

[personal profile] trainingexercise 2024-10-17 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I. FREE FALLING (in the Free Marches)

[What a nightmare, River thought as he regarded the movements of the Vint army gathered in the valley below him. Finally a chance to map out their movements from the past few days. What was it about the Venatori and company that gave them seemingly endless energy. River had been exhausted by the end of the second day, but he’d been given explicit instructions to track the approaching army and send a signal, if possible, before they reached the river.

He ducks back into the minimal cover, behind some bushes and began his task proper. His graphite stick traced out the each step on map given to him. A three-day march had taken them nearly to Kirkwall and River estimated that they were only a two or three more days away from the sturdy walls surrounding the city.

As soon as he finishes his work, he turns back to his scouting partner.
]

Got it. Have the raven?


II. OBSERVING (in Orlais)

[Learning of the Game, hearing of its unforgiving stresses had always intrigued River, especially when his grandfather embellished upon his tales of working among what he claimed were royalty. River doubted there was ever a Comte de Arbes, but as he watched two diplomats curtsey and bow, complete with the flourishes of buckled shoes and jeweled masks. Lucky for him, River had also learned the tongue and that ‘saying nothing can mean more than you think, my boy.’

What, then, did that make of his father, who River had only recently met? Frank Harkness knew the game and yet continued to subvert its expectations. Rather than leave River with the existential knowledge of the existence of his father, he’d dumped River into a literal river.

Not very demure.

And definitely something River could tuck away until he would be forced to think about.

Like now, as he wrote down the flowing Orlesian script, translating during conversation breaks. To anyone watching, it would look as if he were balancing his ledger for the produce stand he’d been set up in. So, River works largely unbothered until someone approaches the stand. His blue eyes flick up and he slides his writing board under a gourd.
]

What can I get for you this day? [River asks in ever so slightly accented Orlesian.]



III. KICKING IT (in Kirkwall)

[To say it’s been a long week is an understatement. River has been trudging through mud and streams to gather information that may possibly prevent another attack on Riftwatch. With the details safely in Yseult’s hands, River decides to take up residence in one of the taverns in Lowtown, two beers already down and muddying his senses.

He needs a break, that much is for certain.

Constantly living on alert while worrying about his grandfather has him strung out, ready to march off into the Waking Sea. He knows he should be resting in his place in Lowtown, or visiting his grandfather, but he needs something more than a good night’ s rest. What he needs is a night of lonely drinking, a night to indulge in relaxing the mind and body the old fashioned way.

River's finished his third mug when he realizes someone has sat down next to him. River frowns but turns back to the barkeep, tapping his mug.
] One more?


Wildcard!

[Do what you like with an average spy doing average spy shit!]
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iv

[personal profile] extortionate 2024-10-18 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Can't be a bard, none of that rhymed.
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[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-10-18 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
That's where the I'm a new recruit comes in!
But everyone knows I was built for sin.

Better?

I'm Ari. What's your name?
Who do I have to blame?
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[personal profile] extortionate 2024-10-19 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Dunno if I can tell you. Can't be sure you're not lying to me, as a bard and all.
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[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-10-19 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
True, true, but in a continent full of interesting and exciting names, would anyone really go with something as dull as 'Ari' as a fake one?
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[personal profile] extortionate 2024-10-20 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
That's the trick of it. Everyone remembers something bold. Fireheart, Tigerstar, Lazar, those're names that stick. So if you're gonna lie, makes sense to pick one'll get forgotten.
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[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-10-21 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Tigerstar. Tigerstar. People actually call themselves Tigerstar? And expect to not get weird looks and/or immediate accusations of being full of it?
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III. (and also a native AU)

[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-10-21 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ari has been singing funny songs and telling jokes for a while now. it's not easy going being part of the Riftwatch while maintaining a public identity as just a simple tavern singer.

she wishes Josh were here. he was better at the whole double life thing, but then his father passed and he had responsibilities to his mom and sister and couldn't adventure with her anymore. she wore his ring on a chain under her shirt.

but finished with her act and having collected her coin, she figured she had enough for a drink or two and still be able to afford food and lodging. she plopped down next to the stranger and gave him a charming, cheeky smile to counter his frown]
One for me, too, I'm dying of thirst. Literally dying, can't you see me start to crumble away?
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[personal profile] trainingexercise 2024-10-21 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[River tends to keep eyes on any movement in the tavern, but it's especially hard to miss the singer as she sings and sways. A soft target, he considers silently. If someone wanted to disrupt--

River shakes his head. He's not on a mission; there's no need to think about anyone as a target.

Still, he watches her without overtly eyeing her as she makes her way over to his side of the tavern and sets herself down next to him. He raises an eyebrow at her but can't help but smile at her.
]

I could tell. Pieces of you look ready to fall apart.

[He sets down another few coins for the singer.]

River. [He offers a hand.]
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IV

[personal profile] trainingexercise 2024-10-21 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Filtered to Ari

You can filter if you know their names. Crystal's awfully useful like that.

Going to start a bard secret society, are you?
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talkstoomuch: ('til the end 'til the end)

[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-10-21 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
That's amazing! Honestly, this is very efficient. Much better than ravens. Less likely to do its business on you, too.

Yes! We'll have special handshakes and meet in old shacks while still doing good, kicking arse, and gaining coin! I won't be young and cute forever and nest eggs don't build themselves.

Huh. Loads of bird references. Makes me wonder if I'm due for an encounter with a particularly nasty owl.
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[personal profile] trainingexercise 2024-10-21 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't shade ravens. They're good for long distance.

Next you'll be wanting fabric to make secret society cloaks.

'Owl' tell you about the best fabric store in Val Royeaux.
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No need to thank me! ❤️

[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-10-21 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[not so soft as all that, she's well-versed in handling hecklers. usually insults to their bits did the trick, they'd get so focused on defending the honor of that they'd completely forget their original plan of attack.

and hey, if all else failed, there were always the daggers hidden in sheathes behind her back, under her blouse.

as she walked, she had an easy stride which spoke to more confidence than she felt. she was new to Kirkwall and still getting her bearings. at least taverns were easy enough to figure out and people stayed longer, drank and ate more if there was an entertainer. she'd proved that to Josh enough times when it was the two of them]


Oh no, it's gotten as bad as all that? But not my bosom or my arse, I'll be heartbroken if something happened to them. [she joked lightly]

Ari. [she had a surprisingly firm handshake and met his eyes easily] Here for business or just to try your luck at poking the red lyrium Meredith?
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[personal profile] trainingexercise 2024-10-21 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
N- [River can't help but smile and look down at his pint.] Not your bosom or arse. Excuse him as he chuckles at the mental picture her words conjure.

[He's impressed by her handshake and returns it just as firmly.]

Here to drink, if you can imagine.
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[personal profile] extortionate 2024-10-22 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Bit of a rude introduction, mate.
Edited (fonttttt) 2024-10-22 01:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-10-23 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry, but I'm not the one calling myself Tigerstar. Have you met anyone calling themselves that? On purpose? Ari is at least forgettable. No one's ever gonna forget Tigerstar for all the wrong reasons.
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[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-10-23 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? I didn't know these had a limit. I thought as long as we were 'somewhere in Thedas,' it works like a charm.

Yes! Black leather. I've met Crows, everyone knows that tight black leather = mysterious and sexy.

Oh? Tell away! As long as I can keep my mask simple, I've spend too much time in other places to want to mess with some of the masks they like.
talkstoomuch: ('cause I feel good)

[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-10-23 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[that's what Ari was there for, quick comebacks and pithy remarks. helped her hide in plain sight far easier.

after all, no one had figured out that she worked for the 'good guys.' or as close to good as what existed in this particular Age.

she's impressed with his as well and grins at him because of it]


I can! They say the mushrooms used for the ale here are extra fresh.

[she left it to him to decide if she was being truthful or pulling his leg. easier to blend in that way]
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[personal profile] trainingexercise 2024-10-23 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I’d rather trust a raven than a magical speaking crystal.

I suppose mysterious and sexy is the appropriate theme for a secret society of bards. It’s in their job description at least.

It’s off the square and the merchant wears a gold mask. I’m certain I can get you a discount.

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