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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

[givefarmore]

He can feel it under his fingers and it troubles him more. Mostly because he knows what becomes of his sweet daughter - his Gyda - and he can't help but wonder if this is a punishment from the Gods. What did he do to offend them that they would put him through the heartache of losing her again?

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.

[like_quicksilver]

Another time and place, she would've panicked, even as her father was trying to reassure her. Now, now she was just glad to see him, for however long was alloted to her. He was strong and warm and familar.

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."

[givefarmore]

As much as this felt like a dream, Ragnar made a firm decision to not treat it as such. Not when he'd literally just mourned the loss of her back on the beach of their village. Not when he'd held in hand what ashes remained of hers in the sand where she was cremated. However this would end, whether by him waking, or by her physical form dissipating into nothing, going back to where she is supposed to be.

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!"

[like_quicksilver]

Even with the language barrier, the man knew well enough not to get to close: not just the new arrival's appearence, but his demeanor, the way he held his child-also the ax at his belt. Still, he had a job to do and the child needed medical attention.

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.

[givefarmore]

Good thing because Ragnar Lothbrok was a fierce man when it came to his family. His children especially, made so much worse now by the fact that the little girl he hovered so protectively over was dead. Or, should have been. The greeter would notice that immediately in the freeze of the father's sharp blue eyes.

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.

[like_quicksilver]

The greeter would've gladly shown the man who to use the device, but he didn't get this job for nothing, and didn't trust the man to know how to handle the messenger.

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."