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April 2023 Test Drive Meme
April 2023 TDM
Introduction
Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Test Drive Meme! Please feel free to test drive any and all characters regardless of your intent to apply or whether you have an invite or not.
All TDMs are game canon. You can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Each TDM will provide a scenario for how characters arrive in-game that particular month.
Playing TDMs will allow characters to immediately obtain canon items from homes especially weapons or other things they may have had on their person when they were pulled from their worlds! There will always be a prompt that provides some sort of "reward" to characters who complete certain tasks.
Current players are allowed to have in-game characters react to TDMs via the Network or make a log with the prompts. Current players are always encouraged to tag new people on the TDM!
TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.
Content Warnings: hallucinations, poison, giant worm
One minute you were a falling star, but as your body reforms you become aware of one important detail: it's friggin hot.
That's because you've landed in a desert! Yes, you have had the misfortune of landing in Cruel Summer, the hottest and arguably most dangerous part of Folkmore. Lucky you!
The first bit of good news is that you're pretty sure you can see a train station off in the distance, although it's extremely difficult to judge exactly how far off due to the flatness of the terrain. The second bit of good news is that you have awoken with either a canteen of water, or an umbrella to keep the sun off. The third bit of news - good or bad, depending - is that you've awoken near another Star Child. Whoever this is will have the opposite gift than what you received; if you have water, they have an umbrella, and if you have an umbrella they have water. Well, you know what they say: sharing is caring! Undeniably the water is a touch more important, so hopefully whoever has it isn't a colossal dick.
As you trek through the desert towards the distant structure, you will notice periodically the air off to either side of you will shimmer. You may dismiss it as merely the heat playing tricks, but if you choose to investigate you will find mundane weapons like swords, guns, shields, etc.
At some point as you walk, you will feel a tremor beneath your feet. It grows in intensity until suddenly the sand sprays everywhere as something bursts forth from the earth below!
Wavering above you is a blood red worm. It is large - end to end it runs about thirteen feet - and its segmented hide is tough enough that rocks bounce right off of it. You might have more luck with bullets or bladed edges, but it's still going to be a tough fight. It also boasts some impressive offensive tricks; its mouth is ringed with many rows of fangs, and itspits a thick yellow acid that will corrode your skin and your weapons if you're not careful. If that wasn't enough, during your fight you might here a sudden brrrrrrrrrapppp! as the creature farts lightning at you. Hilarious... until it knocks you to the ground.
You would do well to work as a team to take this monster down. You and your partner might have powers or skills that could come in handy, or maybe you're quick on the uptake when it comes to any new abilities afforded you by your new role!
If you defeat the worm in battle, a golden chest will appear. Inside of it are items from your homeworlds - these rewards are especially likely to be any weapons you owned back home.
But hey, maybe you're a lover, not a fighter. There's no judgement here in Folkmore. You can outrun the worm instead if you're both fast and clever - finding any terrain that is more rock than sand will give you a decided advantage.
Once you have either defeated or escaped the worm, you will find that you come upon a small group of tents. Under their shade are first aid supplies, and kiosks manned by fennec foxes offering water, food, and shaved ice. Nice!
One minute you were a falling star, but as your body reforms you become aware of one important detail: it's friggin hot.
That's because you've landed in a desert! Yes, you have had the misfortune of landing in Cruel Summer, the hottest and arguably most dangerous part of Folkmore. Lucky you!
The first bit of good news is that you're pretty sure you can see a train station off in the distance, although it's extremely difficult to judge exactly how far off due to the flatness of the terrain. The second bit of good news is that you have awoken with either a canteen of water, or an umbrella to keep the sun off. The third bit of news - good or bad, depending - is that you've awoken near another Star Child. Whoever this is will have the opposite gift than what you received; if you have water, they have an umbrella, and if you have an umbrella they have water. Well, you know what they say: sharing is caring! Undeniably the water is a touch more important, so hopefully whoever has it isn't a colossal dick.
As you trek through the desert towards the distant structure, you will notice periodically the air off to either side of you will shimmer. You may dismiss it as merely the heat playing tricks, but if you choose to investigate you will find mundane weapons like swords, guns, shields, etc.
At some point as you walk, you will feel a tremor beneath your feet. It grows in intensity until suddenly the sand sprays everywhere as something bursts forth from the earth below!
Wavering above you is a blood red worm. It is large - end to end it runs about thirteen feet - and its segmented hide is tough enough that rocks bounce right off of it. You might have more luck with bullets or bladed edges, but it's still going to be a tough fight. It also boasts some impressive offensive tricks; its mouth is ringed with many rows of fangs, and itspits a thick yellow acid that will corrode your skin and your weapons if you're not careful. If that wasn't enough, during your fight you might here a sudden brrrrrrrrrapppp! as the creature farts lightning at you. Hilarious... until it knocks you to the ground.
You would do well to work as a team to take this monster down. You and your partner might have powers or skills that could come in handy, or maybe you're quick on the uptake when it comes to any new abilities afforded you by your new role!
If you defeat the worm in battle, a golden chest will appear. Inside of it are items from your homeworlds - these rewards are especially likely to be any weapons you owned back home.
But hey, maybe you're a lover, not a fighter. There's no judgement here in Folkmore. You can outrun the worm instead if you're both fast and clever - finding any terrain that is more rock than sand will give you a decided advantage.
Once you have either defeated or escaped the worm, you will find that you come upon a small group of tents. Under their shade are first aid supplies, and kiosks manned by fennec foxes offering water, food, and shaved ice. Nice!
Content Warnings: emotional trauma, impalement
Giant death worms aren't the only danger in the desert, they're just the most obvious.
Even if you avoided the worms entirely, you still have to make it to one of the train stations in Cruel Summer. As you trek across the dunes you will gradually become aware that over the sound of wind and shifting sand you can hear someone singing. You feel an urge to follow the sound to its source.
This song could be anything - one that exists in your world or others, or just a melody spun in the air for the first time. Whatever it is, it is heart rending; tears may spring your eyes as you follow the sound, precious moisture falling to the thirsty desert ground.
The singing is coming from a cactus. It is taller than most humanoid creatures, tinted purple and pink at the tips, with abnormally long spines. Its song reminds you sharply of some deep loss from your past, and at the same time inspires a terrible compulsion to go to the cactus and sink against it.
And what a relief it is, to embrace that melody and feel the spines slide easily through your flesh to pierce your heart. You do not bleed. By some strange alchemy, your heartache drains from your body as liquid, filling the cactus and causing its flowers to bloom and its song to cease.
You could very well stay pinned there, dying a slow death of desiccation, but lucky for you Star Children are all over the place this time of the month and someone is bound to see that you need help.
Trying to pry someone off of the cactus is impossible. The key lies in the flowers - they must be removed. When they are, sweet liquid will spray from the place where it had grown, dousing the rescuing Star Child. With this impromptu shower comes psychic flashes of the painful memory that has trapped the victim.
Once all of the blooming flowers have been removed, the cactus will retract its spines and release its prisoner. There will be no physical wounds left from this encounter.
You will also discover nearby that there is now a golden chest. Inside of it are items from your homeworlds, although none of these items are weapons.
Thankfully, you should be able to reach either Oozlum or Obambo Station without further incident. At either of these you will be able to get some water and supplies, as well as get the hell out of Cruel Summer.
Giant death worms aren't the only danger in the desert, they're just the most obvious.
Even if you avoided the worms entirely, you still have to make it to one of the train stations in Cruel Summer. As you trek across the dunes you will gradually become aware that over the sound of wind and shifting sand you can hear someone singing. You feel an urge to follow the sound to its source.
This song could be anything - one that exists in your world or others, or just a melody spun in the air for the first time. Whatever it is, it is heart rending; tears may spring your eyes as you follow the sound, precious moisture falling to the thirsty desert ground.
The singing is coming from a cactus. It is taller than most humanoid creatures, tinted purple and pink at the tips, with abnormally long spines. Its song reminds you sharply of some deep loss from your past, and at the same time inspires a terrible compulsion to go to the cactus and sink against it.
And what a relief it is, to embrace that melody and feel the spines slide easily through your flesh to pierce your heart. You do not bleed. By some strange alchemy, your heartache drains from your body as liquid, filling the cactus and causing its flowers to bloom and its song to cease.
You could very well stay pinned there, dying a slow death of desiccation, but lucky for you Star Children are all over the place this time of the month and someone is bound to see that you need help.
Trying to pry someone off of the cactus is impossible. The key lies in the flowers - they must be removed. When they are, sweet liquid will spray from the place where it had grown, dousing the rescuing Star Child. With this impromptu shower comes psychic flashes of the painful memory that has trapped the victim.
Once all of the blooming flowers have been removed, the cactus will retract its spines and release its prisoner. There will be no physical wounds left from this encounter.
You will also discover nearby that there is now a golden chest. Inside of it are items from your homeworlds, although none of these items are weapons.
Thankfully, you should be able to reach either Oozlum or Obambo Station without further incident. At either of these you will be able to get some water and supplies, as well as get the hell out of Cruel Summer.
Arrival
(and she was, the sooner she got out of this voidhole, the better. it was like the Wounded Coast, but worse)
She extends the hand that's not holding the stave to help him out of the hole.
"Hey. Welcome to fuck-all-that, hope you survive the experience. Now let's get you outta there, that looks uncomfortable. Probably because it's hotter than balls out here and also, crater."
Sorry it took some time toget back to you!
He reaches out to the staff taking it in his hands as he pulls himself out. The explanation for this place does leave much to be desired. "If a mountain can be dropped on my head and I come out alive, this should be a walk in the park...I do hate the heat though." Still, he moves over to the woman before asking, "Who are you? You're a mage surely, I mean, who else walks around with large staffs?"
No worries!
She holds the staff steady as the newcomer pulls his way out of the crater. "Exactly and--holy shit," she exclaims seeing his left hand. "You're an Inquisitor. Andraste's granny panties, I wasn't exactly expecting to fish one of you out of the desert. But hey, welcome welcome." And at his word, she nods. "Sure am. One specializing in Entropy and Sprit magics, making me really scary. But at the same time totally within reach for a nice Chantry boy to marry. Eventually. When I get out of here. You can quote me on that.
I'm Sarajane Hawke, who're you?"
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His eyes widen just a bit because he hadn't planned bringing up that he was the Inquisitor. She was a stranger after all and who knows what she'd do with that knowledge. However, he's left even more confused as she goes on. An Inquisitor? Like there were more? Lavellan all but forgot what he had said to her originally as he's more intent on hearing what she has to say now.
He might even have a question or two....up until she said her name. He squints at her suspiciously, as if she was the one who had fallen from the sky and landed on her head. "Hawke. Your last name is Hawke? I didn't think Garret had another sister unless this is just a coincidence," He replies. Surely it had to be, he's not sure if Hawke was a common surname but that was the only explanation he could think that would make sense.
Right, she was asking who he was. "But um, yes. I'm the Inquisitor; Sen Lavellan."
A pause before he says, "So, exactly how many of myself have you fished out of the desert sands? Do a lot of elves claiming to be me come here often? Maybe paint their hands green...seems like a lot of work."
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And Sarajane looks completely matter-of-fact. She's known more than one Inquisitor, one being the one from her world, so the idea of there being even more isn't exactly the shock one might think it was. And that was likely for the best as Sarajane tended to babble.
And at the confusion, her lips twist into a wry grin. "Sure is. Sarajane Hawke. And no, I don't have a brother named Garet and the only sister I had died while we were trying to get the fuck out of Lothering. And thank you for reminding me that there wasn't the slightest bit of a fuck I could do to save Bethy. I appreciate that."
"Well. It's good to meet you. You said your Hawke's name is Garet? Is that the Garet we have here or another Hawke entirely?" Because if it were the latter, she was going to lose her shit. She was tired of being the other Hawke when her own Warden and Inquisitor were both here.
"Nah, there was Ellana. She was an Inquisitor. And there's the Inquisitor I knew, Lila. And I know I'm going to hate to ask, but what about your world's Hero of Ferelden. I have mine here, but so far as I know she's the only one."
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But, then she goes on about another two Inquisitors and another hero of Ferelden? The more she goes on about things the more quizzical he looks. "I'm sorry? I think we need to take a few steps back on this. Where am I? And why are you claiming there are more than one Inquisitor? I'm beginning to feel like this is one of Sera's bad practical jokes," Lavellan said.
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And she does notice the look on his face and decides to try and slow it down a bit. "Sure, can do. You're in Folkmore and this place likes to pull people from different versions of various places, Thedas being among them. There's another Hawke who's named Garrett and there's me. Sarajane Hawke.
There used to be three different Inquisitors, all female, two elven, all mages. But the two elven Inquisitors left a while ago, which left Lila on her own. And so far, there's only one Hero of Ferelden, Mariane Cousland. She and Lila and I are all from the same Thedas.
Does that help? I hope it helps. And it's definitely not a practical joke unless someone forgot to tell me something."