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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!
Ragnar Lothbrok | Vikings | 1ish and 2ish
Ragnar was only just on the side of not panicking to the point of attacking in pure instinct. Where he was from, things like this didn't happen. Traveling was by foot, or boat, though not these types. They floated in water, yes, but not air. That abrupt realisation caused a.. less than pleasant reaction which did, in fact, consist of threatening the lives of all travelers on the boat with him and shouting the names of his wife, son and Athelstan before making his way to the hills of Eurus.
He didn't understand it, nor did he believe that he could be dead and this was Valhalla. So after a day of staring out across the island, speaking to his god. Or, more accurately Ragnar questioned.
Eventually he made his way back down and started to find out more about the place he'd been brought to. For whatever purpose that had yet to be revealed.
On the ship
Now, she couldn't hear any of that. There were people talking, the sounds of footsteps, and all of it so loud. She wanted them all to be quiet and let her get some sleep, let them all get some sleep. Yet that meant she had to open her eyes, and the view before her wasn't the Drinking Hall, but..a ship?
Somehow, she was able to summon up enough energy to slowly push herself up off the bench where she was laying. Still weak and feverish, she draped the blanket over her shoulders and forced herself up, wanting to make sense of things. Yet everything seemed dreamlike, and she wasn't sure if she was really here or had died from the fever. None of the stories spoke of Hel's hall looking like this.
There were other people here too, but they weren't like any she saw. The only one she recognized was her father...what was he doing here? If he was killed, shouldn't he be in Valhalla?
"Hello..." Even her voice sounded weak, and it was a matter of will for her to get it louder than a whisper. "Father..?"
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After a moment of staring at her, Ragnar's mind retreated from the distant place he was and blinked once, twice before recognition hit and he was stepping over people quickly to get to her. How was it even possible? He had known her to have died - held her ashes in the handful of sand he took from the beach when he grieved her.
Ragnar remained silent as he crouched in front of his sweet Gyda, afraid to touch her, worried that if he did that a simple caress of her cheek with his hand would cause her to fade entirely from his eyes now blurry with emotion.
"Gyda.." Ragnar whispered. "Is it really you?"
She looked so different. So unwell. Was she still dying? Or, was she dead and he was dreaming of seeing her again because that was truly what his heart wanted.
His hand slowly moved to her cheek and as soon as it made contact, Ragnar released the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.
"How are you here?"
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Then he turns and even weak from fever, she knows the look in his eyes, knows he sees her. She sees him kneel before her and she tries to smile for his benefit, though she's still worn out and confused.
"It's me." She doesn't like seeing him like this. Every time her father was worried for something or about someone, things were never well.
The hand at her cheek felt real and warm. To Ragnar, her skin would've felt hot and clammy from fever, but just as tactile as his own. "I don't know. We all started getting sick, except mother. I was so tired and felt so bad, I went to sleep..and woke up here."
She was so tired and everything felt heavy. "Are we dead? How're you here?"
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At the mention of Lagertha, Ragnar's eyes moved to look around them; to see if his wife was anywhere to be seen. But when he couldn't see her unmistakable long locks of blonde, his attention immediately returned to Gyda. Despite not understanding what was happening, the father's instinctive need to protect kicked in and he found himself smiling at his girl; an attempt to hide his own fears so that she wouldn't need to panic.
"No," Ragnar told her, using a voice that tried to make the situation one that wasn't as scary as Gyda might think it was. "But it seems the Gods have desired us to be somewhere else than in Kattegat."
His hand moved to her forehead and then over the top of her head before pulling her close to kiss her brow. She was so sick, he knew, and Gyda needed water and herbs but time was running out.
"Come sit with me, hm?" he encouraged, helping her down off the bench and shifting to sit with his back against it and Gyda in front between his legs, her back against his chest. "Did you dream while you were sleeping?"
He needed to keep her awake and talking while he tried to figure out what to do to save her. And he would save her.
Despite whatever the Gods had planned for them.
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She let herself be seated against his chest. Her mother may've called her a woman, but she was still a girl, and a sick one-this felt nice. "I don't know. Everything seemed so dreamlike even when I was away."
The fever, she knew that.
As they spoke, one of the
npcgreeters walked over to them. With everyone coming off the ship, it was hard to immediately get to them individually, but he definitely recognized the man and child from off the boat.He'd walked over them, intent on giving their information when he got a better look at the girl with a man who was clearly her father. His steps quicken.
"Excuse me," His words are in english. "I'm here to welcome you to the city, but first, you need to get your child to the clinic."
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Her voice is one he concentrates on and his cheek presses against the side of her hair. Emotion overwhelms him all over again and Ragnar can't believe he has his daughter back again. But the new voice that approached them gets a look that shows in the vikings eyes what he would do to them if they came even a foot closer. Both arms envelope Gyda protectively.
Ragnar can't understand, but there's a tone and the way the other looks at Gyda with concern that keeps him from snapping whatever arm came towards them.
"We need water. Now." Ragnar says firmly. "My daughter is sick and needs it."
Obviously, there was going to be some trouble communicating given Ragnar spoke in Old Norse. When he was stared at, the greeter clearly confused and unsure what he was saying, the viking tried the Old English he'd learned through Athelstan.
"Water!"
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The word is still a foriegn sounding word, but he repeats it a few times before he recognizes what he's asking for. "Water..water....water..got it. Hold a moment."
The man made what he hoped was a 'wait here' signal with his hands, then turned to one of the other greeters (a woman) to tell her that he had to go and would be back in a few minutes, before quickly rushed street carts just alongside the road. While the carts weren't normally there, in this heat they found a lucrative business selling drinks to new arrivals.
They weren't paying him to be a delivery boy, but if it kept him from getting an ax in the head.
Gyda watched this all with a slight smile, the man's actions rather comical from her point of view. She always wondered what it was like when father and the men went raiding to other lands. Maybe it could be something like this?
It took all of ten minutes for the man to return with a bottle of water, opening the cap and handing Gyda the bottle. She accepted it, too thirsty to take interest in the material the bottle was made from. The cold water was a shock, but she was so thirsty that she forced down several gulps.
While this went on, the man pulled out a small, black device and was doing something with it. The next time he spoke, the words were in old english, but halting and clearly from someone who'd only read and never heard the words spoken.
"Help..child..doctor. He motioned with his hands for them to follow him. "Follow me."
Gyda frowned. Clearly the man was worried about her, even she could see that, but she couldn't understand what in the gods' name he was saying.
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The gesture was understood, but yet Ragnar still watched as the other left and disappeared into the throng of the other odd looking people gathered there on the docks. And as the bottle was passed to his daughter, the Northman had a very visible expression of absolute confusion. A container, yes, but a container of what appeared a vessel made out of water itself?
The bewilderment only continued when Ragnar's gaze flitted to the flat, black thing in the greeter's hand and as soon as he spoke, his hand snapped out to steal it, jostling Gyda in front of him. This kind of magic was most unsettling but..
"What do you mean by doctor?" They really didn't have a term for anyone who treated wounds and sickness, so the question came as if the greeter had said something to offend him.
No, he didn't plan to take Gyda anywhere. What she needed was a bed and more water, but there was nothing to convince Ragnar then and there that help was being offered to save his daughters life here now.
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He tried again. Healer?..medicine..help child.
Gyda finished the bottle, the water helping her gain some of her strength. Still fascinated by the material, she actually bit into the opening of the bottle, surprised when it gave so easily. Whatever this was made from, it was nothing in Kattegat.
Only then did she look to the man and his funny gestures, feeling warn out. She leaned against her father as the man tried again.
"Think he wants to help us." She had no real idea of what he was saying, but something in his gestures-that he also had no weapon and wasn't in armor, while her father had his pair of axes. "He's unarmed."
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Sitting up on the mast, watching the water while the horde would be below talking, laughing drinking... fuck, he missed them to. He hated everything that was changing about him since coming here. Everytime he got in these moods he would throw the modern clothes he had amasted around his little cabin break anything in reach and set ut for the water in his blood stained winter clothes. His blades latched to his belt as always.
When he was walking he stopped looking up. Those braids, that was a blonde man with Braids.
"Hello" He spoke in norse. "Are you a northman?" the small looking young man asked.
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Eventually, the Northman made it to the island with the water. Over the next couple of hours he moved around the water, walked to its edge and even waded out completely clothed into it. Words could not describe how displaced he was feeling and after falling into a bit of despair, the Earl found a place where he stood watching the people, buildings, and everything else.
He was trying to make a plan.
At the sound of the voice, Ragnar pointed his gaze towards him and did not move much else. At first he couldn't tell if his mind was playing tricks as the boy looked like Bjorn for more than a second before the question registered.
Wait.. this boy was someone he could understand when he could with no one else.
Ragnar turned his head slowly and all but straightened with an abrupt quickness to walk closer to the familiar fair haired boy that certainly meant they were from the same world. "How is it I can understand you and no one else in these lands?"
There was a sense of excitement in Ragnar's voice and expression, but also relief, too. Suddenly things just got so much easier being there.
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You never show fear.
He never really knew fear anyway.
Still he felt like he was being measured by this man as he spoke, so his brown eyes stayed on Ragnar's as the man moved closer.
"Because you have not turned on your magic box yet, I know Norse. I am Norse. My name is Thorfinn, Son of Thors, I am also known as Karlsefni." His nickname meant The Makings of a Man or The Promising Lad. He spoke, something about this man made him think of Askeladd, the calculating look in his eyes the way he walked. The hatred didn't bubble, no, curiousness more than anything. "Did they give you something that looks like a box?"
The boy asked his question still tracking Ragnar, curious. No one else had come who spoke Norse. He was very curious and despite trying to hide it, it showed in his eyes.
Re: Ragnar Lothbrok | Vikings | 1ish and 2ish
When she saw the guy in full reenactment garb and long braid she let out a long sigh.
"Seriously? What's going on here? What battle are you reenacting? Some Viking raid?" She had studied two years of history, after all, and she could identify the period if not the specifics.
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At any rate, had he understood her he would have no doubt questioned back with 'Viking?'.
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"Do you speak English? English?" Otherwise, this was going to be a long and likely fruitless conversation. Still, Bree wanted to give it a shot.