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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!
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He smiled. "My name is Remy LeBeau."
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"I am Ευρυδίκη," she introduces herself slowly, "and I really do believe I am dead. I felt the viper's poison flow through me. Look, here."
One slender leg, bare to mid-thigh, is extended. She wants him to see where she was bitten, for no one would survive that.
"I felt my life leave me, in the arms of my beloved. How can this not be so?"
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He smiled.
"Just as there are gods in your homeland, here too there are powers. These powers can bring people back from the dead, but only within these confines. This is a land where you can live a new and different life, not bound by your old one." He waved a hand around them, the other still holding her leg gently.
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"A power that can pluck a soul from Hades is one to fear,", she murmurs, very seriously. "He does not lightly give up that which is his due. Are you certain of this?"
Oh, but she wants it to be true, despite her fears. If she lives, perhaps her beloved is also here.
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It amazed Remy, but he believed.
"I don't know if it is forever, but it is for now."
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"I do not know how to feel about this," she admits, still crouched by his side, her ankle held captive in his hand. She's perfectly balanced, poised yet relaxed. His skin is very warm, so she thinks she believes him about not being in the Underworld - at least, not the one she expected to be in. She still clutches her map and communicator, their uses unknown to her. "I know only now, and some of before. What purpose do we serve? Is it merely to wait? If we are alive, which of the gods do we thank?"
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"My name is Remy LeBeau, and I would be glad to help you find your way."
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"You are kind to offer, Remylebeau," she thanks him, the muscles in her left leg working effortlessly to push her into a standing position. He still has her ankle, but she won't ask for it back, because he'll surely let it go to stand. A gentle breeze ruffles her chiton and shifts the heavy waves of her dark red hair. The nymph makes no attempt to control either, her hands still holding the strange items she'd been given. "Are there oak trees here, do you think?"
She might as well make the best of the situation until she understands it a little better.
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He smiled. "And please, just call me Remy."
he thought about her question, then smiled. "I don't know, but I know where to look. Care to take a walk? Or will your leg allow it?"
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"Remy..." She tries out the shortened version of the name he'd told her. It doesn't sound Greek at all. "I can walk perfectly well, I think. Are you a traveller? I cannot recall hearing a name such as yours, and I have met a great many people."
That number is relative, of course.
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"When we get somewhere to sit, I can show you how to use the device, and how to read the map, in a basic way."
He wanted to help her.
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"What is the device and the map, if you please?"
Honestly, she has no clue. None. In her world, the sun is pulled across the sky in a chariot.
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"The device is designed to let you communicate with others over long distances, like a magic prayer spell. It allows you to talk to people who are not where you are."
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Her smile is sweetly bashful as she listens to his explanation. His Greek is a little odd to her ear, so she is taking extra care to pay attention.
"Have you been in this stopping place a long time, that you know all this?" she asks.
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Ahead, a park loomed, and he smiled. "This is a park, where men meet nature." The trees were plentiful, and there were benches as well, and Remy led her right into the midst of it.
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It's all very strange to her, and she keeps close to his side, trusting his knowledge - until he mentions the park. Then her laughter, bright and musical, bubbling like a sun warmed stream over rocks, rings out.
"Oh, no! Men meet nature wherever she is, and most often in the forests of my grove sisters."
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"True, but here, men create areas of nature within cities, and choose to meet nature, instead of just encountering it wherever they go."
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Returning her attention to him, though her smile has dimmed somewhat with concern, she nods in response.
"I am used to the forest," she confides. "I am its daughter, and I so rarely enter the buildings of men."
Though where men enter... well. That's another story, and probably not one for here, given she's just died on her wedding day.
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He hoped anyway. He would have to keep an eye on her.
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"May I really?" she asks eagerly, and begins to tug him along instead of being pulled by him. "Are there oaks?"
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"You may, and yes, there are." He laughed and jogged ahead with her, and led her faster across the park, and into the small woods area. And there, after a few minutes, was a large oak. "How's that one, chere'"
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Dropping to her knees, the dryade reaches a hand out beseechingly, asking the oak without words if his dryade is here.
A soft gasp falls from her lips when she learns she is not, and never has been. Still with her hand outstretched, she looks up at her guide.
"He says there are no dryades here," she whispers. "Is that so?"
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"There are other islands, too. We could check on those too, if you want."
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"This oak has grown with no one to love him," she explains, wistfulness in her tone. "I would like to share mine with him for a moment. He should know a dryade's care, if only for a brief time."
Hazel eyes are asking if Remylebeau won't mind halting their exploration for the dryade to climb the oak and imbue it with a tiny bit of her life's force. If she has any. Otherwise, she just wants to be in a tree for a minute.
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He smiled at her. "And is there anything I can do to help?" She had a good heart, this girl.
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