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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!

3. Event: The Faire's in town! Feast, socialize, dance, play games! There's plenty to do and the grounds on Mundus are packed with festivities for all to enjoy.

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

Comments

Isabela | Dragon Age 2 | Option #3

[goodforsixthings]

Where there is festivities with free food and booze, there can be found Isabela. She's been adapting rather well to this new world, albeit missing the feel of the sea rocking her boat. She hates being unable to leave this place, just like she couldn't leave Kirkwall, but this place is both strange and curious. The sea captain doesn't want to admit that she misses her companions (even the mage), but part of her does, and being at the Faire does remind her of some nights they all spent at the Hanged Man.

During the day, Isabela can be found winning at cards games. She's sometime cheating, being an expert at slight-of-hand, but sometimes she's just that good at bluffing, or reading people. She's made a trade of it in her life, after all, and this place makes the game no different than in Thedas. There's a bottle of wine that never leaves her side, one that she shares if the person next to her is interesting enough for it, but mostly, it's one that she keeps filled for her own enjoyment.

At night, she's enough in her cups that she can be found dancing by the bondfire, her wine bottle in hand. If pleasant enough to her eyes, people might be pulled into the dancing circle by her hand, her smile warm and welcoming. She flirts as easily as she breathes and maybe, someone might get kissed (or more) by dawn.

Re: Isabela | Dragon Age 2 | Option #3

[callmegambit]

And at one of those games, she'll find herself sitting opposite a man who not only recognizes that cheating, but who is a wee bit skilled at it himself. Remy Lebeau has never been one to deny another their right to cheat, and so he doesn't say a thing, but if he makes it a little harder to cheat, by turning up his own game, well, that's not unfair, now, is it?

Remy enjoys fleecing natives of their well- and sometimes ill-, gotten coin, especially one of the men at this table, a man who sometimes sold clothing made of pelts of animals found in the wilderness. And sometimes made of the pelts of animals found closer to home.

Remy'd seen this man and his merciless acquisition, and, well, Remy was no hero, but he did like to make people who got mean feel a little... pain. He was enjoying this game, not only to fleecing the wealthy merchant, but to challenging the player opposite him,a beautiful woman with skills he quite liked.

And as the latest hand came to a close, he smirked, tossing money into the pot. "Call."

[goodforsixthings]

Isabela had smiled when the man had sat in front of her, and even if she was fairly certain he had caught on her cheating game, that smile hadn't faltered. His own skills made the game a better challenge, and the pirate wasn't one to turn it down. Her earnings gained and lessened with time, but wasn't much different from what she held from the start, though she couldn't yet say if it as because of the new comers generosity, or simply because Lady Luck was on her side that night.

The brunette had also noticed that the man's game was more aggressive when it came to one of the native sitting with them. She cared little for the reason of the feud, but it was entertaining to see the native getting caught in all the man's bluffs and key plays.

The cards in her hand were not that good, and there was no doubts in her mind that her hand would be on the losing side. But the coin pile of the native was growing smaller by the minute, and Isabela was starting to get bored with the cards, and more interested in the man sitting opposite to her. Leaning forward with a coy smile, she reached for her earnings:

"I'll raise you five gold coins," she said as she threw the amount into the pile, knowing that their third player would have to go all in with a hand that was probably not worth it. Her purse might be lighter by the end of the game, but if she could just get to know the handsome fellow that joined their game, it would be worth it. And if not, there was always other ways to fatten her purse.

[callmegambit]

She had skill, aye, and Remy liked that, and so he played a good game, with a wee bit of cheating thrown in.

The third player threw in the last of his money, as predicted, and Remy added the needed coins, then threw down his spread. A spread he knew was the best in the pot. Barely, but, that was how cards flowed. As the cards his the table, he smirked. "Cards down, all?"

His smirk showed wider when the third player threw his down and left, not even waiting, and he laughed at that, looking to Isabela. "And yours?" Because, well, there were always surprises, and he knew she just might beat him, cheating or no.

And he grinned at her, a different grin from what he had shown to the other man. A warmer grin, as his eyes glowed, red against black.

[goodforsixthings]

The pirate captain laughed as well when their third player left in a huff after losing all of his coins at their table. Isabela gave a look to the other man's hand and the faintest of surprise washed over her face: the man had played quite the bluff as her moderately good hand was beating his when she had thought it was her loss. Smirking slightly, she folded her cards face down with a shake of her head:

"Nothing good." After all, the man had worked hard to skin the sore loser, she wasn't about to take his earnings. And perhaps, this act of 'kindness' would be returned one day. But for the moment, Isabela raised an eyebrow slowly at the man's strange eyes, suddenly very aware of all the daggers hidden on herself. Eyes like those, back on Thedas, were signs of a mage about to lose control.

Carefuly, still smiling, she leaned forward, resting her head on her hand as she nodded towards the man:

"Quite the strange eyes you got there, Sweet Pea. Something you want to tell me?" She's long learned that in this strange world, people were coming from places she's never heard of, but she wasn't taking any chances. Hopefully, she was being overcautious: it would be a shame to hit such a pretty face.

[atiefwhenallelsehasfailed]

Remy called the attendant to cash in the chips, then eyed her, grinning. Her mention of his eyes made him wince a little, but he shook his head. "Born and raised with them. Dat's why they called me Le Diable Blanc, as a kid. The white devil." He shrugged. "Just part of being a mutant, which I am." His eyes flicked to hers, warm, and brilliant in the light. His smirk was wide as well.

He lifted a single card, and if glowed pink, then shattered in a puff of pink energy. "Why, don't you like my eyes, beautiful? They like you, for sure."

[inquisitorialness]

Nadia isn't much of a gambler these days. Back home, the only people she could trust not to simply let her win were her inner circle, and most of them have scattered to the winds.

Besides, she doesn't have a lot of money of her own to gamble with, in the first place. So she simply glances over the proceedings, intending to move on, until she spots a vaguely familiar face.

"Isabela?" she asks. The woman had been an Inquisition agent, after all, though she'd only met the woman once or twice. "Still cheating innocent partygoers of their hard-earned coin, I see."

Sorry for the wait!

[goodforsixthings]

The pirate captain raised her head from the cards in her hands as he heard her name, finding that it was someone that she couldn't remember ever meeting before (and she'd like to think that her memory was still good with the passing years), but it was the collective groan of the natives that made her frown:

"Me? Never! I'm just lucky like that!" she defended herself, but the damage was done: the other players were leaving the table.

Unhappy with the turn of event, Isabela collected her earnings, and turned back to the woman that had cost her the night:

"No one has ever told you it's dangerous to flatly call out cheaters? And they were hardly 'innocent' party goers. Two of them were gambling coins they so visibly lifted from the marketplace earlier today, and the last one was too drunk to properly play anyway," she groaned as she moved to get her glass refilled.

"Who are you, again? I don't think I would have quite forget a face like yours, Sweet Pea," she asked, her head tilting slightly to the side.

no worries!

[inquisitorialness]

"I've perhaps been told; I simply choose not to listen," Nadia says easily, raising her eyebrows a bit. Frankly, not many people would actually try to cheat the Inquisitor, ever. Nor would they gainsay her, so this is actually a new experience, in a way.

"Ah, another from a different time period, I see," she adds after a moment. "I don't suppose you've heard of the Inquisition?"

[manaveris]

The fire was warm and comfortable in the air. Embers danced amongst others bodies up towards the night sky, illuminating it like absent stars, fading out against the backdrop of darkness. Normally wrapped up in his research, working alongside his Inquisitor or simply socialising amongst the peoples here and there, Dorian felt that he could use a good excuse to drink wine by the fire; something he could get used to considering it was a nightly activity upon his travels before arriving to this place, maybe without the wine of course, that was hard enough to come by. Yet of course it made it easy to continue the act that he despised the southern taste of ale. Sitting there, his staff on the ground beside him, he watched the woman dance. Isabela, he knew of her name, and when she arrived he knew of her.

She was fun, and that was important, a spark of light in the darkness with her sharp tongue and quick hands in her skill of cards. Dorian always did take on a game of chess but he was in no position at the moment to lose all of his coin at cards, while enjoyable, he had heard of her rather vicious skills, all in the good sense.

"I see the wine has made you more fluid!" He spoke to her, chuckling as he took another sip from his glass, allowing the dry taste to tempt his tongue into another, pondering the theft of the bottle she held as he was running low. "Amazing what inebriation can do for ones skill set."

[goodforsixthings]

She laughed with good humor at the man's words: another that seemed to knew her, or of her at least, and she couldn't help but to wonder how far Varric's tales about the Champion of Kirkwall and her companions had reached.

"Clearly, you have never celebrated a good plunder on a stormy night!"

She was inebriated, yes, but not enough that Dorian's attempt at stealing her wine might not be met with retribution in the form of her fist in his face. Because a good brawl was all that was missing to make this night a good party.

She halted her dancing long enough to lean over to the mean, offering quite the view at the same time:

"You, messere, have no idea how better my...skills can get once I drink," she offered with a wink.