TD006

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Test Drive 006

WELCOME TO ATERAT

Here is our Fifth Test Drive Meme! There are a lot of areas of the city to explore, so please have a look around! In case you need a little help getting started, I've included a few prompts below, or feel free to start your own! Exploration and player initiative are the names of the game here!

Helpful Links to Get Started

Arrival & General Information | Setting & Bestiary | Locales & Businesses | Residences & Housing Info | Rules & FAQ (ask questions here!)

I. Crash Into Me

Not exactly, but close enough. You have just arrived and received a strange satchel from a tiny, strange little man and are left more or less to your own devices (more information on what to expect upon arrival can be found here)! Follow directions to the north and check out the housing, or maybe have a look around the Historium and try to get some information from that giant glowing ball, see what you can waste your meager starter coin on in the Market District, or maybe just meet the neighbors.

II. What Goes Bump in the Night

It looks like Aterat proper has a spirit problem. Maybe you're seeing specters, hearing disembodied voices, your windows rattle when there's no breeze outside. Maybe there are cold spots in your place of business (or your apartment, which is so much worse). Either way, you're 100% convinced you're haunted. Hopefully, someone else believes you, or maybe you're used to feeling crazy.

III. When the Carnival Came to Town?

Take a look at the prompts from our latest event and go to town (or the carnival).

IV. Try the Network

The Tell-Phone allows for text, video, and audio transmissions to everyone else who has one. Give it a whirl!

V. Wildcard

The above prompts are all options, and there's much more to the setting than what they provide. Do your best (or your worst)!

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Comments

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[king_inthenorth]

[It's the flash of silver hair in the marketplace that catches his attention. In his whole life he's only met one person with hair that color (with the exception of Maester Aemon, and Jon had always assumed that his hair color was due to his age). He's finished with his shift on the City Guard for the day, and Inesa won't be home yet, so he can take some time to wander through the market. If anyone gets suspicious, he can just say that he's doing some shopping.

What catches his attention the most is when the man enters the music store. Now that he has started music lessons of his own, he's been in the store a few times. In he goes now, leaving Ghost waiting outside. He chats with the owner, pretending to look over the instruments even though he's not ready to move on from his own yet, sending what he hopes are casual glances at the other man in the store. Finally he picks up one like what he has at home and strums a few bars of a song that he knows, one not Westerosi in origin but with plenty of beauty of its own.

[foughtvaliantly]

[He can feel the eyes of someone on him during his explanation. It wasn't uncommon at the court of King's Landing. Being the heir, being the prince, there was always someone chasing his attention intently. He had always ignored such things, a habit that has carried over in this world.

There was a glance or two out of the corner of his eye. The boy had features that were strikingly similar to the Starks, but there were other elements present. It was hard to say in just a peek. He never knew the Starks that well, save for one. So he could not say one way or another how close that similarity was.

The giant direwolf was worth his attention. He'd never seen one before, but it was hard to mistake the size of the creature. It was no ordinary wolf.

Rhaegar leaned against the wall, more fully face the man so his violet eyes could be seen. He started to play "the Bear and the Maiden Fair", curious to see if there would be recognition in his eyes.]

[king_inthenorth]

[Now that is a song that he recognizes. There had been many a time that minstrels had performed during feasts at Winterfell, and even when he hadn't been allowed to attend those feasts, he had still been able to hear the music from outside the hall. It's enough to get Jon to look directly at the man playing the song, which is when he notices what he hadn't been able to see before. The violet eyes.

There's no question about it now. Silver hair, violet eyes, and he's from Westeros? He has to be a Targaryen.

He sets down the instrument he had been holding and approaches the man.]

Your Grace.

[Never mind that whoever this man is, they're related in some way. This is the proper term of address and he'll use it.]

[foughtvaliantly]

[He could only laugh slightly, shaking his head at the address.]

It's better to set those titles aside while I'm here. You can call me Rhaegar, Rhaegar of House Targaryen.

[The man had seemingly recognized him, at least where he was from and that he was of a royal house. It was enough to reassure Rhaegar that there was at least one man from his world. That was comforting, though he might not know him.]

You're of the North?

[king_inthenorth]

[Rhaegar.

Rhaegar of House Targaryen.

Rhaegar Targaryen, his father. The man whose blood runs in his veins. Whose blood had allowed him to touch a dragon without being burned to a crisp. (That really should have been his first clue.)

He manages to get over his shock enough to answer the question.]

Y-yes. I am. My name is Jon Snow.

[foughtvaliantly]

[Jon Snow. Ah.

He knew what that name signified, but there was little judgement in him. There were enough men at the court with many "Waters" or "Storms" or "Flowers. His own cousin, his killer, had more than any could remember.

He nods in greeting.]

Jon Snow. Well met. It's good to see someone from home.

[king_inthenorth]

[He's used to the reactions he gets to his name. Many jeering, as though it's his fault he was born to parents who weren't married. The great majority of them uncomfortable at the least, because what else does one do with such a mix of legacies? Then there are the ones like Ramsay Bolton, the bastard elevated above his station by his father, who never let anyone forget that it hadn't happened that way for everyone.

Well, if only Ramsay could see him now. Trueborn, to a legacy much greater than Ramsay's own.]

Indeed. Have you been here long?