Prompt 1:
 he forest looms as ever, colorless but not at all dead. The leaves are full, fluttering in the silence, but there's no scent to them, no color. The effect is eerily hard to navigate, almost like an optical illusion, leaves, branches and trunk blending together with the small path -- which already disappears and reappears at a whim.
But even so...
If you brave the path, it seems as though there is something leading you onwards. A trail of... something, crumbs, maybe, the same shade of colorless as everything else, almost impossible to see. Following those might be a bad idea -- your chances of getting lost, tangled in random underbrush, or wandering aimlessly for hours are pretty high... to say nothing of what you might encounter if you stray too far (hint: even the small, fuzzy things have nasty bites).
Still, it's there, and if you follow them... eventually you will come to a small house. It's decrepit, falling apart and in shambles... do you really want to go inside? Perhaps armed with one of the many convenient tree branches that have probably smacked you thus far?
Prompt 2:
 hould you enter the house, you'll be greeted with a creepy, creepy doorman. Aw, how cute! And in that doll's hand, there's...a message.
On a slip of paper, it reads, simply and plainly:
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
Curious! (And yeah, you can destroy the doll. It's just a normal doll. You may even come across said doll already crushed by an intrepid explorer.)
Of course, it's a riddle, and the answer's a warning -- the longer you walk around and about the house, the less you'll remember about yourself, until you forget why you were there and why you should leave, and who you are at all, doomed to wander forever.
Or someone saves you, that's fine too.
Prompt 3:
 roblem: There are no fresh eggs in the Town.
Solution: Catch a feral chicken, and keep it for eggs. That seems simple enough, right? You're totally up for the task... right?
But why do all of the animals look so strange in the forest? Mutated, with teeth, or wings that don't belong, or claws. That's... a chicken, right?
Catching it will allow you to get some eggs, but that beak looks pretty nasty -- it might be harder than it looks. But you're intrepid and clever, right? Why not demonstrate your Chicken Wrangling Skills that won you the championship so many years ago? Or try to serenade the savage beast? Or wuss out and form a coalition with which you draw lots to see who has to do battle with the chicken? There's safety in numbers! But the prize will surely be worth a bit of blood loss and fowl-related trauma.
Do it for the eggs.
Prompt 4:
here's a new quest on the forum today, and it looks awfully easy! It's listed simply as:
Quest XXII.
Talk to someone you've never met about their childhood.
Quest will be completed when you have reached an acceptable level of knowledge.
On the other hand, that's a little vague, isn't it... ? How will you even know when you've completed a quest like that?
Still, it looks easy! Maybe go give it a try. You could respond to the forum post to try to find people, or just go on outside, go harass someone about their past. If you're lucky, you'll drag it out of them with very little hassle and it won't take you a good chunk of the day. If you're unlucky, that's what highly persistent stalking is for! But don't forget, you'll likely have to return the favor.
And your new friend might not be the only one listening.
Extra:
Got something in mind? Want to play with the setting more? The sky's the limit, so feel free and make up your own prompts to play with!
Welcome to Awash's first Test Drive Meme! Please check out the FAQ and rules as you test your characters out. The setting is yours to play with, so be creative and have a good time with it!
Important dates to remember are March 1st, 9 PM EST, when Reserves will open, and March 7th, 9 PM EST when Applications will open. Keep an eye out for it!
If you have any questions about the TDM, feel free to ask us here. If there are any other questions, you can catch us via PM, the FAQ or the contact page. Thank you for your interest in Awash! |
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
[sort of. but she'll share hers after Charlotte.]
no subject
[Charlotte giggles at that.]
See? Not terribly interesting. It wasn't a bad life by any means, though.
no subject
[she clears her throat, somewhat awkwardly. her own upbringing was about the opposite of Charlotte's.]
My own life was... comfortable, you could say. My uncle, the Emperor of Mor Ardain, raised me as his heir after my parents passed away when I was young. However, Ardainian law dictates that the throne be passed to the son first, so when he had his own child, er...
[it really wasn't a big deal to her, but it just feels weird saying it out loud to a complete stranger who probably hasn't even heard of Mor Ardain, if Mòrag has never heard of Nohr.
sort of lamely, she finishes off,] ... And my brother and I grew up in Gormott together for several years, before he took the throne. My apologies, storytelling isn't one of my strong suits.
no subject
...Not that it really matters as much here, but some old habits die hard.]
Oh, don't worry about it! I think it was a lovely story! Are you and your brother close?
[The pause was something she's having trouble reading. Was it a bad thing that her uncle had a son? Charlotte can't really tell, so she'll just see if she can get some more information.]
no subject
But our respective roles take precedence over any familial ties. That's just how it is.
[a shrug. Mòrag still has status and power (and plenty of money). none of that particularly matters to her, but it isn't as though she'd been completely cast aside after her brother was born. they'll always be siblings, in the end.]
no subject
[Hmm. That doesn't really answer her question, but it does sound Complicated.]
Are you happy, then? It sounds like a difficult position to be in...
no subject
Ah— where are my manners? My name is Mòrag. And you are...?
no subject
no subject
[she glances around. there's no one else... as far as she can see. it's difficult to discern the details in the background when everything is devoid of color.]
Is there supposed to be any sort of cue if we've met the requirements for the task?
no subject
[Still, she can't afford to be rude to someone so rich and powerful! Though that probably doesn't matter much here either...]
I'm not sure. This is the first task I've tried completing. I just sort of assumed we'd know when we met the requirements...
no subject
[... wait, so what's the point of the whole quest? to get to know other people better?
the prize was in the new friendships all along. nah, that can't be it. she puts a fist to her chin in thought.]
I hope our mysterious overseers don't expect us to share every minute detail of our personal lives.
no subject
I'd certainly hope not! There really isn't anything else for me to tell that wouldn't bore you to tears! This really is frustrating, isn't it?
[Her smile is starting to crack a little as she thinks about it. This better have some kind of reward...!]
no subject
ah, well, anyone would be frustrated in a situation like this. Mòrag would be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little annoyed by the whole thing, too.]
You mustn't give in to frustration. Not when there is no justified target for your anger.
[wait until they find whoever (or whatever?) had brought them to this colorless world, at least.]
In the meantime, it certainly wouldn't hurt to forge bonds with new allies.