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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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I think she suits you. [He had no way of buying her the horse, as he might have in Westeros, but he could do his best to find a way. Earning a living, earning coin, he hadn't imagined what he might do. What he was good at, he had no interest in pursuing. His passions were music and books, it seemed unlikely he could make enough of a living to be comfortable.

He looked up at the tower, knowing well it wasn't like their Tower of Joy, but it still brought back memories. He leaned closer, his chin resting on her shoulder.]

Where have you stolen me to, Lady Stark?

[ She makes a face at him for his teasing, but there's clear amusement in her eyes. For the time being, her melancholy's far behind her, tempered by his presence and their short but refreshing ride. ]

They call it the Mage Tower. There are all manner of books and scrolls inside. [ She has little patience for reading, truth be told, though stories of heroes and legends of the past fascinate her. Her excitement for him can't be missed, though. ] I will have to bring her back soon, but we have time to explore if you're so inclined.

[He smiled at her gratefully, knowing that she never shared his passion for reading, but still encouraged all the same. He did his best to cater to her interests, reading her stories of the knights and heroes she loved. The more mundane, stuffy texts, he kept to himself.

Raising her hands, he kissed her fingers delicately before clasping her hand with his.]

It's been a lifetime since I've seen you. [He grew solemn for a moment, needing to ask:] Do you forgive me, for all I've done to you?

[ Has it been a lifetime? Perhaps. Now that they're together once more, everything that's happened seem like a world and a life away. The feelings, however, are another matter entirely.

She doesn't respond, not right away, guiding their horse to the nearest tree and dismounting. Her expression has turned solemn, too, but at least she's neither angry nor looking like she wants to flee. If anything she wants to gaze at his face as they talk, see if every line and curve is as she remembers them to be. ]

What is there to forgive? [ The ghosts in her head scream otherwise, that it's Rhaegar's fault that she no longer has a father and a brother and a son, that it's Rhaegar's fault that Westeros has been torn apart by war and history will blame her and tarnish the name of her House forever... but how could she be mad at him, when all he'd ever done was love her? If anyone's to blame, it's Robert Baratheon, and blame him she does. ]

[He knows that there might be underlying resentment, whether she knows it consciously or not. He was to blame and for the rest of the time Westeros had left, he would be seen as a villain and lecher. Not mad like his father, but a debaucher that made raped women and made them his whores.

Her father, her brother, they died because of his actions. Hundreds, thousands died because of his actions. Likely his House as well, for who else would protect his father? His children, his mother, everyone's death was on his hands.

But looking at Lyanna, he couldn't blame her. He could only worry she hated him.]

There is everything. [He doesn't need to name the violence.] Your time at the Tower, I should have seen you had more freedom to do as you liked.

Where else could we have gone? [ Neither of their fathers would've welcomed them. Brandon would've torn Rhaegar apart on sight. Even Ned had taken up arms against Arthur, who'd been loyal to Rhaegar until his last breath.

She can't bear the sorrow on his face, however, so while leaning back into the tree might seem like she's putting some distance between them, she holds up a hand to invite him to come closer. Though in the time it takes for him to decide to accept her invitation or not, her face becomes alight with worry. She'd been treating him like nothing has changed, when in fact everything has. Perhaps she should be the one asking the question.

And so she does, after a moment. ] I cost you everything. Do you... do you forgive me?

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