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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!

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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)!

Navigation

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Ned always treated me well. I got the same education as the rest of his children." It slips out, even though he's not really one of Ned's children. He still thinks of them as his siblings, and Ned as his father. He'd been treated as one of Ned's children by most of the household, by Ned's orders. Except for Lady Stark. She had made it clear that she saw him as imposition.

"Yes. We will have a meal. But first, you must meet Ghost." He indicates the direwolf standing nearby.

Lyanna can tell there's more to the story, but for now, that's good enough for her. They can speak more freely once they are in private and not standing around in the market where everyone and anyone can just listen in. There's so much she still wants to know anyway. What is Jon like? What does he like? Does he have someone special? He seems to be older than her, as strange as that is. Then again, what about this place and everything that's happened to her since her arrival hasn't been strange?

Speaking of strange things... there's her son's white-furred, red-eyed pet. No, not a pet; now that she knows Jon is a Stark, his companion can't possibly be an ordinary wolf. He's not an ordinary boy, after all — or so she, as his mother, wants to believe. "A direwolf," she says almost reverently, moving to crouch in front of Ghost but giving the creature enough space to approach at his own choosing. She holds out her hand for him to take a sniff of, though. "They have not been sighted south of the Wall for centuries."

There are certainly places that are more comfortable than here for having that conversation, and more private, and they'll find one. Perhaps even the apartment he shares with Inesa. But one thing at a time. They have time to get to know each other. They don't have to cover everything now.

Ghost approaches and sniffs the outstretched hand, then sits down in front of her to allow her to do more. She smells like someone he can trust.

"Westeros is changing." Jon wonders how much he should tell her right now, or if it's better to wait until he has time to explain more. The truth about the wights is hard to take, after all. He hadn't wanted to believe it, and he's seen it happen right in front of him. Other things are easier to explain, however. "Dragons are back, too."

Whatever fear Lyanna has in the face of being so close to a direwolf immediately disappears once Ghost sniffs her hand and sits down. "Good boy," she coos, shifting to her knees so she could take a closer look at the creature and shower him with more affection. It's fascinating, really, for she's only heard stories about direwolves. Stories are wonderful, but the real thing is even more so.

But apparently that's not all there is to it. That Westeros is changing is no surprise; she's figured whatever she'd started would have repercussions for generations to come. Yet that's not the sort of change her son's telling her about, so when Jon mentions dragons, she lifts her head to gaze at him, frowning.

"Dragons." She chews the inside of her cheek. Perhaps he'd meant it metaphorically. She glances at his strange mixed sigil, many of Rhaegar's words coming to mind. "House Targaryen has reclaimed the Throne? You are king?"

He had supposed that that was what she wanted for him, if it had been at all possible. He knows what Sansa had told him about how it ends, but he doesn't want to go through that explanation now. Especially when there are things about it that he can't explain because they haven't happened for him yet. At least he can explain what is happening in Westeros, now that he seems to have gotten caught up in the middle of it.

He bites his lip. "There's a war over the throne. When Robert died, his son took the throne, but Ned had found evidence that Robert's children weren't really his children. So his brothers both made a claim on the throne, and Cersei insisted that they were his children, so they defended their possession of the throne, and then Robert's brothers both died, and his children, so now it's down to Cersei, who refuses to give up the throne and the power that comes with it, and Daenarys, who was born in exile after the queen fled King's Landing." So there is a chance for House Targaryen, when it comes down to it. "The dragons are hers. In Westeros, I don't yet know the truth of my parentage."

Lyanna gives Ghost one last ruffle, then she stands, frowning at Jon in confusion. Not because she couldn't follow his talk of the war and the apparent succession problem, but his last words: In Westeros, I don't yet know the truth of my parentage. How does he know, then? It's all so strange.

Then again, she's alive and speaking to her son, now a man grown. That's a whole lot stranger.

"Dragons and direwolves... and you and I, here." Strange times, indeed. "I do not claim to understand what's going on, but I am glad." She cuts herself off, having caught her voice tremble again, and she shakes her head. "I suppose we need both a meal and a drink." She eyes him doubtfully. "That is, if you are old enough to partake."

"I don't understand all of it either," although undoubtedly he understands more than she does, having been in this place longer, and another one before that. "I'll try and explain what I do know. Over both a meal and a drink." He's old enough, whether he looks it or not. "There's a place that will allow Ghost inside. We can go there."

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