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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

[victoryorvalhalla]

He was smaller than Bjorn, only about five four, and he was thin, his winter clothes hid it but of course he was well built as any northmen should be. Thorfinn remained still watching Ragnar move and he didn't look away or move back. He stood still not a bit of fear showing.

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.