Test Drive

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Welcome to Medietas! Are you interested in joining the game? Do you have an old muse you want to dust off? Are you looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting? Well, you've come to the right place!

You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!

Possible Scenarios:

1. New Arrival: You have just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon via a floating boat with people you may or may not know. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on here, or how you even got on the boat in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!

2. Getting Settled: So, you've arrived, but now there's five islands you should get yourself acquainted with. Meet your starter home neighbors! Start your new job! Check out the market on Aerilon. Or, attend one of the many block parties!

3. Lost!: Somehow you got yourself turned around and confused and getting back to where you want to be is looking impossible.

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

Comments

Scary Templar is Scary

[possessed_mage]

Anders eyes widened, his pulse increased, breath coming more rapidly. Muscles twitched, ready to run. Why had he thought this was such a good idea a moment ago? Pissing off a Templar? Oh right. Justice. No, that was a self indulgent lie, it wasn't completely Justice. Could never be just completely. They weren't separate anymore. Which was the problem. Discerning where one ended and the other began was an almost insurmountable feat.

And there was an angry Mabari edging toward him. Dammit, this was why he was a cat person. Anders took a few steps back, and made a mental note to stop leaving his staff at home. Not that it would help against Cullen. But it made him feel a little better. No, maybe that was a bad idea, making himself more of a threat. Justice was no doubt appalled at the thoughts going through Anders head, as he wondered about pushing the Templar to see just what injustices Cullen could release.

Cullen might be able to see the war struggling inside Anders, flashes of blue light searing his skin, eyes glowing blue, before Anders fear squashed Justice back.

He swallowed and the words came out of his mouth before he could even stop them. "Sorry, Ser."

Maker, he was ashamed of himself, standing there practically surrendering to Cullen.

Everything that is wrong with Thedas in this thread...

[commandercurly]

There was a part of Cullen that was utterly horrified with what had happened, with how he'd responded and with Ander's responses to him. That is what he was fighting against. That is what he didn't want to be anymore. And yet here he was, Anders cowering before him like so many mages had in Kirkwall.

There was also a part of Cullen that was viscerally exultant at provoking this response, but he quashed that quickly. Yes, his wife had been insulted, but she was perfectly capable of standing up for himself. There was no need to take that out on anyone. He was not that man anymore.

Taking a sharp breath, he took a step back, studying Anders. He was flickering, his eyes changing as he looked at him. So Justice was fighting for control. He wondered who was in charge now... but given Ander's reaction, there could only be one answer. "I suggest you get out of my sight," he growled out, giving Cal a sharp command to come to heel. He was still mad at the apostate, but that was warring with the part of him that was terrified of becoming the Templar again.

He would not be the old Cullen anymore.