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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.

talkstoomuch: (knuckles made of brass fists so iron)

[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-11-05 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[sometimes, Ari hopes she runs into her mother on the road. most of the time, she doesn't. she's stopped being actively angry at her mother, but it's like one of those wounds where you have to not touch it because if you do, it'll flare up again and ruin (years) weeks of progress.

Ari smiles impishly at the acknowledgement]


Ari Sloane. Nice outfit. So, what's the first lesson? Other than 'be inconspicuous.'
talkstoomuch: (like was I talking too loud?)

[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-11-05 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ari shrugs and tries to look more blasé than she feels] Josh used to go with me for all of it. Then when his dad died, his mom kinda leaned on him to go back to Denerim full time and take over the kitchen. [Ari sighs and looks resigned] He fought it for a long time, but guilt's one void of a motivator.
talkstoomuch: (ladies in the back let me hear you say)

[personal profile] talkstoomuch 2024-11-05 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well then, I'd say you're overdue for something and not to tempt fate," Ari replies with an artless shrug.

She's the type who's generally more than willing to take her rather depressing past and try to mine it for something funny. Usually she succeeds, but there's no denying that it's a delicate balance. "I like stories about griffons. Have any of those?"
thegentleone: (I want to know some way might clear)

ii. the library.

[personal profile] thegentleone 2024-11-05 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Susan was in the library for much the same purpose. She was the kind of woman who liked to accomplish as much spycraft and ruin with a whisper in the right--or wrong--ear at a proper party or salon, so she needed to be able to blend in regardless of location.

She looked forward to it, really, and hoped that whatever lay ahead would be an interesting challenge. But for the moment, what challenged Susan was a particular book, it was supposed to be in a certain spot on the shelves though when she went to take it, it was gone. Frustrating, but not insurmountable.

Susan made a slow circuit around the room, finally spotting the book in question being read by another young woman. She approached with a friendly smile, saying "There it is! I've been looking for it everywhere. May I borrow it after you're through?"
elegiaque: (152)

[personal profile] elegiaque 2024-11-06 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Tamping down the burgeoning sense of pride — he isn’t her charge any more, hasn’t been for years, and she’s not going to try to claim more of an influence in the young man he’s become than his mother (to whom she credits more of her own journey than Morrigan would probably agree with) — she nods, thoughtfully, leaning her hip against the edge of her desk as she sets her gauntlet down upon it. (A curious thing, wires and lenses; her anchor focus. The glove that she drops on top of it matches, but for near purely aesthetic purposes.)

It’s still hard not to look at him and see the boy with his wooden sword, showing her what Alistair had taught him.

(Alistair and Morrigan, both asking her if she thought them awful once she knew. How easy it had been to say it had never entered her head not to trust that they’d done their best, made the best decision available to them.)

“We can use you,” she says, frank. “We’re still shorthanded more than we aren’t, but the work is...you aren’t going to be bored, I can promise you that. Though I suppose you might find our eluvians rather old hat, knowing your mother.” Fondness colours her voice; she misses Morrigan constantly, thinks of her often.

If she’d led a different life, maybe she’d have a daughter now, named for her.
dirthsal: (133.)

i. the waking sea

[personal profile] dirthsal 2024-11-06 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
The weather here is nothing like that of the Orlesian forests and fields where Talin's clan had made their homes.

He'd never seen the ocean with his clan; the closest they'd ever gotten were lakes, with no storms like this to froth up the waves, nor clouds to cover them in gloom. Maybe it's the remove of half a decade coloring his memories, maybe it's nostalgia for a time when the world was simple, and he had simple enemies, and simple fears, but he cannot remember weather like this before Kirkwall.

He remembers green, and burbling streams and mighty rivers, and beauty. Halla, family, his bonded. This place is not familiar.

The look on Nina Zenik's face as he approaches her, though, is.

"Yes," he agrees, then, with the sentiment if not the words, coming to stand beside her in her grief. "Who do you see in the waves?"
aberratic: (𝟐𝟎𝟖.)

kirkwall;

[personal profile] aberratic 2024-11-07 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, clearly," says Ness about the forgery, "it's far too pristine to have come from the Storm Age, much less the Exalted. If it were that old she'd never even have let me look at it, never mind touch it."

The book in her hands is, by all accounts, a weathered, mouldering thing—but you don't grow up in the greatest library in your plane and not be able to tell the difference between artificial aging and the real grip of time. She couldn't tell him how she knows it's not a real account of the life and death of Garahel, hero of the Fourth Blight, couldn't voice the specific way the book smells and creaks in her hand that says so definitively on purpose, not real—but she knows.

She sets the book down dismissively, and returns to the bookshelves in front of them, lips pursed and eyes narrowed.

"Sometimes shops like this have the real thing hidden around somewhere," she peers closer at a book, then sighs and moves on, "you just have to be diligent, and hope the owner doesn't know what they have."
reparo: (au: measured)

infirmary

[personal profile] reparo 2024-11-07 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tailor the scar away?" She can't stop looking at the closed wound, where a giant spider pierced through her clothes in a skirmish a few days back; she'd staved it off with poultices and bandages available to her on the field mission, but elfroot doesn't hold a candle to an essence of dittany.

On arrival back to the Gallows, maybe from the stumble out of the eluvian, it had reopened and landed Hermione on a gurney inside the infirmary proper, with a perfect stranger mending her wound into non-existence.

And now there's talk of tailoring a scar away? "What exactly does that mean?"
reparo: (arithmancy)

the waking sea

[personal profile] reparo 2024-11-07 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Here," is all he's going to hear, before a bundle of dried leaves get slipped into his palm, the one he was gesturing the rude crew member to hold on a second with seconds ago. He won't see the glare that Hermione throws said crew member, but it's mighty enough.

"Chew it," she clarifies. "It's mint leaves, might help with the nausea. Or at least...uhm. With the aftertaste."
thegentleone: (I love you Anna Anna)

II. OBSERVING (in Orlais) (Rifter)

[personal profile] thegentleone 2024-11-07 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Susan was accustomed to being treated as the queen she was in Narnia. This, the best she could hope for was minor nobility though she realized she didn't fit in amongst Fereldan's nobility and she hadn't had the accent to fit in with Orlesian.

Maybe the Free Marches would be a better match for her accent?

But there was time enough to consider that later. She needed to remain in the here and now, no else would allow her to be alert to all of her circumstances, filing them away for later. There was a reason why she was her siblings' weapon of last resort and it wasn't a pleasant one.

In British accented Orlesian, she replied "What would you recommend as far as red wines and charcuterie boards? I'm in the mood for both and," she said slightly archly, "for company."
onerous: (the one that I love so dear)

Yuri Kozukata | Fatal Frame V

[personal profile] onerous 2024-11-07 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
A. Arrival/Kirkwall

[It's not like Yuri is that unfamiliar with falling asleep one place and waking up in another. It's just, usually, that other place is recognizable. It smells, first of all, but she can count herself lucky. The dirt she's laying in is a scant few inches from a puddle of questionably muddy water.

She doesn't move for a moment, just staring at the puddle and the wall beyond it. This wasn't her home, and this wasn't the forest. She didn't feel like she'd been possessed or anything like that to explain sleepwalking away.

After a long minute or two she slowly sits up, taking note that it feels like she's stepped into a Medieval European world. Isekai?? Did she have a run in with Truck-kun unknowingly?

Ugh. Her leg hurts. Either she pulled something arriving, or maybe she'd just been laying unnaturally for too long. Either way, she doesn't feel like she can move right away.
]

Um... Excuse me...? [She calls out tentatively, hoping for friend rather than foe to answer back.]

B. Haunted Houses

[is it truly a Dragon Age game without a haunted house? SHe hadn't meant to get wrapped up in anything like this, but the child had asked for help and Yuri couldn't say no to anyone asking for such a thing. Dammit.

She stares, tired, at the body slumped against the side of the house. The cause, she's pretty sure.
] Just stay back here. I'll, um.... I'll help it.

"Are you one of those death mages, miss? From Nevarra?"

Uh. Maybe...? [She doesn't know what any of that means but like. Sure. But she steps closer, ignoring the poltergeist activity that starts to ramp up. The house foundation shaking, bricks, chairs, and/or pictures flying through the windows. The howl of the undead.

Yuri touches the body and everything goes still. As one, everything just...stops. Freezing in place.
] Let me see into your soul.

[A beat and then...Furniture falls to the ground. The shaking stops and everything goes blissfully quiet, the air feeling lighter than ever. What appears to be a wisp rises from the body, flitting about Yuri in a spiral before it disappears.

Yuri takes a few steps back, bows her head briefly, and then begins to stumble and fall, looking exhausted.
]

C. Obligatory Network Post

Hello. My name is Kozukata Yuri. I'm from Hida-Takayama, in Japan.

I don't really know how I can be of help. I think someone tried to call me a 'Death Mage' but I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean. I don't have any magic powers or anything like that.

But I want to help.

I guess that's all.
allthatgleamsisgold: (defensive stance)

marches;

[personal profile] allthatgleamsisgold 2024-11-07 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Vlast is useful on these types of excursions; he's quiet, keeps to himself, is quite at home in the wilderness, and alert enough to be one of the first to sense any approaching danger without having to hover like a mother hen.

The danger this time was a small party of Venatori scouts. One of them got lucky enough to loose an arrow before Vlast could put up a barrier; it had punched through the leather of his bracer and into his forearm. A flesh wound that would likely heal fine on its own, given time, but just as easily could become a real problem were it to sour.

In the aftermath, Kieran's generous offer is met with a low, gurgling hiss - the kind of sound that, were it a few octaves lower, might precede an angry gout of fire. As it stands like this, Vlast can just bear his teeth and menace.

"It's fine," he growls out the most words he's spoken consecutively the entire trip; "I can mend it myself."
allthatgleamsisgold: (disgruntled)

Arrival

[personal profile] allthatgleamsisgold 2024-11-07 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[With the Rift closed and demons slain comes the time to search for any Rifters that might have come through. Or, more likely this far within the city limits, any injured parties that need medical attention.

He's the first to find the oddly dressed human stirring near a foul puddle - a fellow rifter going by the attire - and offers a hand up.]


Steady. Are you injured?
reparo: (obliviate)

b.

[personal profile] reparo 2024-11-07 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Escorting diplomats and accompanying scouts, Hermione is used to. This isn't even her first haunted - village? House? Something. But accompanying a Rifter is new, because last she checked she was equally new.

So she's come prepared, ready to extol the virtues of the Gallows' library, ready to explain the divisions of the Riftwatch and how to, should this young lady want to join, choose which one to work in.

Instead, they get interrupted by a sallow, sad child with a big eyes - understandable, then, the deviation: who wouldn't have a heart and deviate? - and death mage gets flung around in conversation. Casually. ]


I'm not sure that's the most polite thing to s - [ Is what she starts to say to the child, but then the girl approaches the body and things. Just. Happen.

After, dashing to catch Yuri before she falls, under her breath: ]
I'm sorry, what [the hell] was that?
onerous: (a bird awaits your embrace)

[personal profile] onerous 2024-11-07 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's not sure what she expects when someone answers, but it's sure not a qunari. Her entire body goes rigid and tense, her eyes flying wide.

To her credit, though, she doesn't scream or anything like that. He is, after all, much better-looking comparatively to the various spirits she's seen before and she never screamed with them either.
]

Oh.

[Alright. Sure!! She hesitates before tentatively taking his hand, with the gentleness of someone expected a static shock. When none comes, her shoulders relax and she sighs in something like relief.]

I don't think so? My leg is a little sore. [She pulls herself to her feet, wincing a little and favoring her right leg some] I don't think it's anything bad.

[Her eyes wander up to his horns and then quickly away. Wow, these bricks sure are interesting!!] Thank you.
onerous: (into the blinding light)

[personal profile] onerous 2024-11-07 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yuri cringes when Hermione grabs her, breath held like she's expecting something bad to happen.

Nothing does, so she lets out a breath.
] Sorry. I didn't know it would get so...flashy.

[Maybe she should have, though. Spirits here are somehow capable of doing so much more than the ones where she's from. After a moment to catch her breath, she continues:] He was angry. And sad. He was killed--a robbery. He was upset.

[Yuri pauses, getting her bearings again to make sure she's making...well, at least a little sense.] I took it from him, the pain, and the anger. So he's free now.
allthatgleamsisgold: (disgruntled)

[personal profile] allthatgleamsisgold 2024-11-07 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Vlast has grown rather used to such looks; this far south, Qunari aren't exactly a common sight and Kirkwall doesn't exactly have a great history with the horned giants.

He's learned to distinguish between a curious glance and a threatening glare and when it's best to simply ignore one, and challenge the other.

In this case, he ignores it, helping the human to her feet.]


There's some healers here that can help.

[He casts her a sideways glance. Yup. Definitely not local.]

Are you from this world? Thedas? Or did you come through the rift?
onerous: (Those days fall out of memory)

[personal profile] onerous 2024-11-07 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Healers, he says. Not doctors. Huh.

There's a rat somewhere in the shadows sniffing around and skittering away. Yuri watches it for a beat too long, wrapping her mind around it all.
]

I... Thedas? [She doesn't know every country in the world, but this doesn't even vaguely sound familiar. A rift?]

Oh, I... Remember something green? [Her hand aches and she looks down at it, the spark of green making her stare and then clench her fingers into a fist as if attempting to hide it.]

...I may be...a little lost...
allthatgleamsisgold: (profile)

[personal profile] allthatgleamsisgold 2024-11-07 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[For Vlast, the change over from Tyria to Thedas was of comparatively little consequence for him. The worlds were so similar, he'd first thought he'd traveled back in time to the days of Ascalon rather than across the Mists to another world entirely. It had been a greater challenge adapting to his new body than anything else.

For most rifters, it's the opposite - many come from worlds where magic does not even exist or is so wildly different to what is in Thedas it might as well not be called magic at all.]


You are a rifter then, like myself. Brought here from another world to Thedas.

[It's more complicated than that, he's aware, and that's not even getting into Riftwatch and the war with Corypheus. But baby steps for now. He'll let that sink in while he gets her to the healers bustling about.]
onerous: (just one more time)

[personal profile] onerous 2024-11-07 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[She says, faintly. It's not... Well, okay, it is unexpected, but also she'd been slowly coming to terms with that the longer she'd sat there in the shadow of unfamiliar buildings.

She's completely silent, just following after him on autopilot. It isn't until she's being looked over that she speaks again
]

What about... my home? I had things I needed to do there. Important things.
allthatgleamsisgold: (contemplating warcrimes.)

[personal profile] allthatgleamsisgold 2024-11-07 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Vlast is equally quiet. He's not the best suited for this, which is probably why they have Benedict orienting new rifters. But it would be a profound cruelty to leave another in this situation devoid of any answers.]

You are... also there. There has been a split of sorts.

[There's a low, thoughtful rumble from the upper slopes of the Qunari.]

Worry more about the situation now. This world is not without its troubles that put you in danger.

wythersake: (Default)

network;

[personal profile] wythersake 2024-11-08 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Are you wearing black, an excess of skulls, and glowing with ethereal light? Other than your hand.
onerous: (in that blinding light)

[personal profile] onerous 2024-11-08 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
No, nothing like that.

[A pause and she adds:]

I was helping a ghost, though.
reparo: (au: measured)

[personal profile] reparo 2024-11-08 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a gentle touch, careful - Yuri feels fragile, breakable, and she hasn't given permission for more - so it ends as soon as she's got the girl standing on her own two feet. ]

That's...[ Sad, for the dead, and spirits can often turn into demons if left to suffer, so: ] very kind of you, miss. But you should be careful - Rifters who end up here have noted that magic doesn't work the same way for them. Don't wear yourself out on a favour.
onerous: (into the blinding light)

[personal profile] onerous 2024-11-08 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[She stares at him for a moment, as if he's trying not to make sense on purpose. But there doesn't seem to be any kind of explanation coming. The pain from the fall had been too real for this to be entirely a dream. And she doesn't...feel like her soul isn't with her body or something. But what would that feel like anyhow??]

...Okay.

[Is all she says at length, shoulders relaxing somewhat.] What kind of danger? Aside from...stumbling out of odd portals, maybe.

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