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

Khadgar | Warcraft (possible slight spoilers, but will try avoiding them)

[trustwhiskers]

[wildcard]
Given he'd been on gryphon back, the abrupt transition to being on a boat and not flying left him confused considerably. Once he'd overcome the shock of it, he forced himself to put aside trying to work out just how it could be possible for anyone to have done such a thing. He had a place to be with some urgency to actually get there. It didn't help that he'd nearly been there when he'd been snatched. Unfortunately, his attempt at creating a portal to Stormwind did nothing but put on a light show for those also on the boat.

He left the docks with yet more questions and little in the way of answers, but there was one thing he could settle easily enough. A bit of simple spellwork and one of the people leaving what looked to be a tavern was suddenly turned into a sheep.

Well, that answered one question. He was still capable of using magic here. Perhaps there had been something on the boat that had prevented his spell from working as it ought to have.


[lost]
[Once he'd known his magic worked, he'd found himself a good place to draw a portal with the intention of heading back to Stormwind and he'd thought at first he'd succeeded when it had begun to work as it should.

Up until the moment it spat him out into the shallows of a shoreline, causing a modest splash and soaking him in the bargain. He struggled to his feet and began making his way onto the beach ahead of him.]

Now just where am I?

[The question was largely rhetorical since it was more of an observation than an actual question. He certainly didn't recognize the the area that he now found himself in. It definitely wasn't where he'd meant to go.]

[thelast_guardian]

[The Guardian had stopped for a break. Having arrived several hours before, all he had done was wander about the place, detecting the lines of energy and the magic users scattered across the islands. It was perplexing and perhaps a bit off-putting being suddenly relocated to a place he hadn't any knowledge of.

After the last attempt to create a portal back to Azeroth failed and placed him atop a mountain, his return placed him on a paved walkway not far from the water's edge on Imber. With his energy fairly depleted, the archmage gripped his fingers around Atiesh until his balance was regained. That's when he spotted Khadgar, the boy he'd asked Lothar about back in Karazhan.

The Guardian stood looking blankly. His apprentice wouldn't hear it, but there was a small, inaudible sigh sounding.]

[trustwhiskers]

[As Khadgar made his way onto the beach, he spotted a certain robbed figure holding onto a rather familiar looking greatstaff. While he was rather grateful to see a familiar face, he couldn't help but wonder what sort of reception he'd receive. The Guardian hadn't been too pleased with him the last time they'd crossed paths and thus he was perhaps justifiably wary that the reception might be just as hostile and aloof as it had been back in his room.

He wished he didn't look like he'd been unexpectedly ambushed by murlocs at this surprise meeting between the two of them. He was already low enough he suspected in the other mage's regard.]

Guardian.

[The title was spoken with respect, and a subtle tinge of wariness. He still recalled rather well just how fast Medivh had been able to call fire to his bidding. He hadn't any warning at all before it'd happened.]

[thelast_guardian]

[Oh, but he did and there might have been a slight grin that only touched his eyes in seeing the minor landing misjudgement. And then it was gone.]

Apprentice. Come, we have much to talk about.

[Medivh turned and continued to walk.]

[trustwhiskers]

[He blinked once in surprise at the title used for him but given he really didn't want Medivh to possibly change his mind, he moved as quickly as he could to hasten to the older man's side. Given he'd been told rather forcibly not to help prior to his arrival, he wondered if this new situation had to do with the Guardian's change of heart on that.

He just wished he knew a spell to dry his clothes off quick and easily. The way the fabric of his tunic and breaches clung to his skin was rather uncomfortable. However, he had his doubts that Medivh would wish to delay long enough to let him wring the excess water out of his clothing.]

Have you learned anything about this place and how we arrived on the boat that brought us here?

[He certainly hadn't traveled through any sort of portal that he could recall, unless something had knocked him out after the gryphon had landed and thus robbed him of the memory of it.]

[thelast_guardian]

There's energy. Much like the same we know in Azeroth. As for the boat, another informed me that people have been brought here from realms beyond our own. Ones far from any dream we could have.

[And now came a passing look, to see if the young man walking with him had a reaction. His next question would allow for better insight.]

What do you remember last, before coming here?

[trustwhiskers]

[He had been mulling over those words and the revelations they brought when the question had been presented and there was no doubt the sudden attack of nerves that he'd had in the beginning decided to make themselves known again.

His eyes flickered from the ground to Medivh and then back again as he tried to think of just how to answer that question without regretting it. Perhaps if he left out what he'd seen in Karazhan the answer would be received better than it would if he started from there.]

I was heading back to Stormwind on gryphon back from Dalaran.

[Was it too much to hope for that he wouldn't be asked just why he'd been in Dalaran? He hoped not. He wasn't sure how he'd explain that.]

[thelast_guardian]

[Medivh glanced over his apprentice who yes, looked quite like a drowned rat. The mage remembered a spell, one he really had no use for ever and only twice cast it on Llane in the years since he returned from Dalaran himself.

A hand emerged from under his cloak and at the wrist, his fingers turned clockwise and like that Khadgar's clothing was clean and dry. Only after did the Guardian's eyes furrow slightly.]

What matter of business did you have in Dalaran?

[His expression was more than interested in knowing what he was doing in the floating city after saying he'd renounced his vow at their first meeting.]

[trustwhiskers]

[He was grateful for the suddenly dry clothes, but any pleasure that came out of the fact that Medivh had actually bothered to dry them quietly withered at the question. It would appear that escaping it was indeed to much to ask.

He looked up at Medivh after a moment despite knowing that the conflict he was currently feeling would no doubt be visible in his eyes as they quietly searched the other man's eyes as if looking for something.]

I--saw something. In Karazhan. After the meeting with the orcs. I thought that they--I thought I might get answers to questions I had in regards to it.

[No sense really in saying he'd thought to get help from them. He really should have known they wouldn't bother to actually help. That had been partially one of the reasons he'd left, their lack of inclination to help people in need when it didn't suit them to do so.]

Care not for spoilers

[deadmanbusiness]

And that was not an expected thing to have happen. It wasn't unexpected either.

Seeing the man spat out into the water from a portal, Theo wandered over to him. "Are you okay?"

[trustwhiskers]

"Fortunately, yes." Thankfully the portal hadn't dropped him deeper into the lake, that could have been even more unpleasant.

Once he was actually out of the water, he began wringing the excess water out of his cloak as he studied the man before him.

[deadmanbusiness]

The man before him is a bit on the short side, with curly almost white blonde hair, a bit deathly pale and wearing business casual as well as sunglasses. The sort of person one would find in upper-class London.

He also feels like he's just walked on Khadgar's grave.

"Tried to portal off out of here?"

[trustwhiskers]

The clothes were strange, but easily dismissible as something that could be investigated later. The man before him hadn't been the only one he'd seen in such weird garments. It was more the uneasy feeling he caused. It reminded him a bit of how it felt to be in the presence of the Fel.

There was a subtle wariness in his eyes as he took a step back. "Yes. You're versed in magic?"

[deadmanbusiness]

Internally, Theo sighs and keeps his body posture as harmless as possible, his hands out and visible. He's seen this reaction before from some people in the City. It amused him somewhat - when they don't try and attack him.

"Some sorts, yes. My brother-in-law has been working on creating portals." And he's a necromancer, but that doesn't seem to be the smart thing to mention. "However he's yet to have any success at creating them. There's a lovely splotch of purple on the office ceiling that can't be removed no matter what we try."

[trustwhiskers]

The fact that the man in front of him seemed to be friendly despite the feeling he caused, he relaxed slightly. Though he was still ready to go on the defensive if there was need of it.

"He might be trying to go about them the wrong way. Is he being taught by a mage or teaching himself?"

[deadmanbusiness]

It's not really something he can help. Being a powerful necromancer and the son of an ancient death god is going to leave its mark on one's essence.

"He's figuring it out mostly by himself with some texts he's managed to get ... somehow... from fairie. He's an utter genius when it comes to ritual magic though," Theo said. "The fair folk are the only ones who are capable of creating portals where I'm from."

The gods possibly can, but if so they've never let humanity know and they most certainly haven't let Theo know, even if he lived with two of them.

[trustwhiskers]

"From fairie?" The name was unfamiliar as a location. The only fairie he knew of were small dragons.

"Are you from here or did you come in on the boat as well?" Perhaps he could get a few new answers about this place he found himself in. The only method he knew of to cross worlds was the portal he'd seen in the book and in person being built by the orcs and he certainly couldn't recall passing through one prior to his arrival on the boat.

Re: Khadgar | Warcraft (possible slight spoilers, but will try avoiding them)

[themerlin]

"Same Islands, different one, same world. Still no teleporting out." Merlin's voice was soft and understanding, but amused. He stood in mid-air, a little behind this new mage, having just stepped from a portal of his own, if a very different one. A dimension door, to be exact.

He had been tracking his efforts for awhile, as he had the other mage like him who had arrived.

Such an influx usually meant more would come. Merlin wondered how many would follow these two.

[trustwhiskers]

Khadgar jumped briefly with a small splash when the answer came from behind him. He turned around to look at the man, blinking once at the fact he was levitating. Pulling his attention off the mystery of how he was doing that, he turned it to the issue of teleportation and going home.

"You tried as well?"

[themerlin]

Merlin smiled a bit, then nodded as he settled slowly to the ground. "Aye, as have many others I am afraid. As yet, none of us have found a hole in the shield around us, nor a loophole out of it. I've seen technology, magic, and inborn abiltiies all uses, and all fail." He shook his head.

"Which is not to say to stop, just be cautious. The Powers that be of this place can sometimes be cranky, and if you push them too much, too often, they'll rob you of your powers for a short while."

[trustwhiskers]

Khadgar nodded briefly once in acknowledgement, though his eyes had slightly widened at the last part. The idea of what or whomever was in charge of this place robbing him of his powers for even a short while was a bit frightening.

"I'll be careful." He managed to reply. Though he had the feeling that if the mage before him and all of the others couldn't figure out a way home, he stood very little chance of finding a way himself.

"Thank you for the warning."

[themerlin]

Merlin nodded. "You're welcome. All here can contribute to people eventually getting out." He grinned then., "Or to taking the place and letting others stay."

As they talked, he paused. "One thing of significance you should know. This place brings people from all times and places, even those who are in our personal times, dead."

Re: Khadgar | Warcraft (possible slight spoilers, but will try avoiding them)

[birthrightblack]

It's an interesting bit of magic, even if it's not something that would ever occur to Jaenelle. Why would you want to turn someone into a sheep? Wouldn't the twist into a different form hurt them in some way? And yet, her senses as a Healer didn't detect any pain from the person-now-sheep. Strange.

"I don't know how to do that," Jaenelle says, voice velvety and deceptively soft. She is curious, if only because it's Craft she's never seen done before. "How do you change the body without shattering the chalice?"

[trustwhiskers]

Khadgar looks a little shamefaced at having been caught pointlessly turning the stranger into a sheep. He knew it wouldn't hurt the person affected and fortunately it would shortly wear off, but usually there was more of a reason behind his actually doing it these days beyond just seeing if he could.

He hoped the lady didn't think he was ignoring her as he puzzled out her question, answering her once he'd thought he had it figured out. "It only really works on the simple minded, and it only lasts around a minute. They're disoriented during that time, so I don't believe that they really realize just what has happened and by the time the disorientation clears up, they're no longer a sheep."

[birthrightblack]

Jaenelle ponders that for a moment, rolls it around in her mind. If it doesn't hurt, it must truly be a complicated bit of magic and she wants to learn it. Her eyes gleam a bit.

"You'll teach it to me? I think I can do it."