Welcome to the first Testrun for refractedlight! Strap in, and walk in the crystal’s light, my friends.

The Testrun threads can be treated as game canon if both parties agree, and when making a top level, please include the character’s name, canon, and if applicable reincarnated species and job to help with threading out ideas. Don’t stress too much about the latter, as you are allowed to change your mind if your initial plans doesn’t work out. While we’re at it, take a look at the plotting post to get some ideas!

All prompts are optional, and both commentspam and prose tags are accepted.

Prompts

A) Chocobos are proud and mighty steeds, prized for their speed, stamina, and eagerness to please – and many a man can find profit in these noble animals. Racing Chocobos is a popular past time in the realm, and even the most uptight Liciaen Bishop has been known to place a wager or two, and breeders view the races as a chance to show off their long, hard work in rearing the birds. Are you here to place a bet, or buy a prize-winning bird in hopes of fortune, a rider out for the thrill of competition, or a breeder trying to rein in your bird so it doesn’t try to bolt before the starting bell?

B) Its a dirty job, but someone has to do it, there’s a Marlboro infestation on the borderlands, and someone has to get rid of these overgrown weeds before they poison everything within range. Bring plenty of protection, or see if you can try to get out of this smelly job.

C) Breaking bread will break barriers, or so the Crimson Rose had hoped when they announced a banquet in their halls – everyone noteworthy from every faction will come to attend and talk over a lavish display of cuisines from all over the realm and with drinks vetted by Lord Sinbad himself. Old grudges are hard to ignore, do you try to broker peace with longtime enemies, seek out your rival to settle scores, or just forget about politics and try the gray stuff.

D) If banquets just aren't your speed, there's always the bar! Nestled in the Crimson Rose Headquarters is the Unity Bar, ostensibly a bar that services all customers regardless of creed or nation. In practice, it tends to find itself crawling with mercenaries who care not for nation and just seek to acquire more coin, as well as nationalists from both sides constantly bickering. While your lord or lady is feasting on fine foods, why not stop by for a pint? What's the worst that could happen?

E) Choose your own prompt!