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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

Malina Sokolowski | Iron Druid Chronicles

[hellwhip]

1.

[Her first reaction is shock--how had anyone managed to get through the wards on the coven house? They were shielded well enough that gods would have difficulty getting through, and she sure as hell would have remembered them trying.

Her second is disgust, followed quickly by anger. How dare they touch her, drag her from her home and drop her here like she's nothing? Someone is certainly going to pay dearly for this. Once she finds out who they are. If she finds out who they are. They couldn't have just left no trace, could they?

Her hands tighten into fists at her sides while she glares at nothing in particular, no doubt making some of the people who happened to wander across her gaze uncomfortable, but she doesn't care. This is justified fury. Still, as angry as she is, she knows to stay cautious. She's unprotected, unwarded, unguarded by her sisters. That in and of itself restricts her power. But no one would ever mistake her for powerless.

Impatiently, she brushes her hair out of her eyes, swearing under her breath in Polish.]

Zorya Vechernyaya, chron mnie od zla.

[With that out of the way, she heads toward the city, though her expression doesn't lighten in the slightest. She doesn't look like it's a good idea to bother her, but then she'll need to speak to someone to get information.]