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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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Alric made it a point to invest some of his time waiting by the docks in case some new arrival should appear to be particularly distressed. Freya obviously was not one of those; he, however, might stand out to her, sitting casually as he was in very old-fashioned looking clothes (although seemingly well-made and in good condition), wearing a sword at his hip. He made no particular secret of watching those coming in off the boats, offering a pleasant, polite smile, his demeanor somewhat pensive, but approachable.

Freya was perceptive and practiced enough to case an area without looking obvious. Blending in was a skill, as was standing out and Freya worked hard to be able to do both when the time called for it. It was how she survived. She spotted Alric the moment she stepped off the boat. He stuck out which was either intentional or an over abundance of confidence.

Either way it'd be a fun time.

Freya dropped out of his sight and moved with the crowd. She circled around behind Alric and stepped up to his right side. A smile teased her lips as two thin fingers looped on the strap of her backpack.

"Are you looking for someone or just practicing your creepy stare? If you're trying to be creepy I can give you pointers. For starters you're smiling to much."

Alric raised an eyebrow, glancing toward her--a "creepy stare" wasn't something he was exactly accustomed to being accused of--although he smiled politely all the same, colored just slightly by a hint of an amused smirk. Unaccustomed it might have been, but he'd certainly heard worse and more keenly targeted.

"...I'm not certain, Miss, whether I ought to be wounded or flattered. But, I look for those who may need assistance, upon their arrival, here. Some of us adapt more readily than others."

Freya flashed him a warm smile. "Flattered. I was kidding but you did look like you were looking for something specific." She was curious as to what that something specific was. It's nice that he's willing to help those who arrive here but it makes her wonder.

"So how can you tell? Unless someone comes screaming and flailing off the boat. If that is the case how do you help? As smooth as your voice is, I don't think it'll help just by spouting pretty words."

She kept her smile in place, her gray eyes inquisitive and bright as she looked up at him. Freya was very short.

Alric chuckled lightly and dipped his head in a sort of abbreviated bow.

"My thanks, then. And... not, one hopes, quite so dramatic... but the manner of someone in distress is assuredly distinct from those merely surprised."

He pauses, just a moment, his smile remaining polite, with just a hint of amusement.

"...as is that of someone who takes the new an unexpected entirely in stride. As for myself... I've found that patience and a sincere attempt to explain matters--as best they can be explained, at least--often goes far."

Freya laughed softly before shaking her head. This guy was odd though it wasn't in a bad way. She was odd too so there wasn't really much room for judging. Her fingers carefully began to untangle her long mess of hair and her eyes watched the boats and those who continued to meander off them.

"In stride is one way to put it. I'm a traveler by nature." She turned towards him with a smile. "This is just another place to explore." Freya didn't have a family, she didn't have friends and she had no home to miss. To her, it didn't matter where she was as long as she had her backpack she was home.

"Can you really explain this?" She sounded very skeptical.

Alric smiled to himself, eyebrows raised slightly.

"Insofar as anything can truly be explained. I mean to say that it's often comforting to be introduced calmly and gradually to our circumstances, here, rather than left to sink or swim, so to speak. But, yes, I understand; the last two years, I've been traveling a great deal, myself. I was on my way home, when I arrived here."

"Mmmm, I was traveling. Still am." She rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "So this is just another place to be."

Freya didn't have attachments to people. Everyone she'd ever loved had died or been pushed into the recesses of her memory. It didn't matter where she was as long as she was far from home. Looking at things now, she couldn't be further away.

"Why were you traveling?"

"Ah... pursuant to my Errancy."

Alric paused just a moment, considering how best to elucidate. He could tell at a glance that she wasn't from his homeland, and the notion had proven unfamiliar to those from other lands, so far.

"..that is.. a quest undertaken, upon the fulfillment of which, one's knighthood is made complete, and no longer probationary."

She was glad for the translation because it meant that she didn't need to guess. She has read enough to know what errancy meant but without context it didn't mean very much.

Freya hummed softly, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Okay. That makes you a knight now...does that mean anything here?" she was very curious considering she carried no official titles herself.

Alric chuckled softly, casually shaking his head.

"I don't believe any of our titles carry a great deal of meaning, here... although I do hope you'll inform me, should there be any particular style by which I ought to address you. Titles may be of no consequence, but I would not wish to show any disrespect, merely because one can get away with it."

He raised his eyebrows in a slightly playful gesture, at that somewhat less formal turn of phrase with which he'd ended.

Freya smiled at him. "My name is all you need to call me by." She paused and squinted. "I'm not sure if I introduced myself."

She inclined her head when she began to speak again. "I'm Freya and while titles and names are sweet that's all you need and I promise you'll get away with it." She suddenly thought of Shakespeare but she wasn't going to begin quoting Romeo and Juliet.

A rose by any other name.

"Ah- pardon my manners, I'm afraid I'd not properly introduced myself, either. My name is Alric, of House Caelegart. The pleasure's surely mine, Miss Freya."

He smiled and tilted his head in a gracious nod, at that.

"Just Freya." She smiled. "House of Caelegart? What does that mean exactly?"

Except the fact that it sounds like he'd stepped from a fantasy novel. Then again, this place was strange, perhaps he had. Freya didn't want to rule anything out just yet. She'd appear calm for as long as she could and figure things out later. It was always how she did things anyway.

Alric raised his eyebrows a little at that question; no one had actually asked that, before, or at least not in quite that way.

"..ah.. House Caelegart is a family of the peerage of the Kaithenian Empire. Do not worry that it's unfamiliar; that is something to which one grows accustomed, here."

He shook his head, offering a slight, reassuring smile.

"Unfamiliar is fine but what's it mean to be part of that family?" She looked at him curiously, her light gray eyes shifting as if they were clouds drifting after a storm. She understood having family names and things like that but there were usually things that went along with it.

Those details are sort of lost here and she was curious as to what they were. "Like do you own land, people or are protectors or you know, details." The stories were in the details.

Alric pauses a moment, considering how best to answer that question, with a slightly contrite smile.

"...of course, belonging to any family means a great many things, but, ah... we do, in fact, own land, particularly my grandfather's estate in the Southern Reaches. And... yes, I suppose we are protectors, in some sense. Or, at least, that is our intention. My father and grandfather both are knights--of the orders of the Lion and the Dragon, respectively--and I have endeavored to follow their example. ...although my arrival here has... interrupted my efforts."

She listened eagerly soaking up as much information as she could. She loved to learn and that meant learning about others as well as the world around her. She could be very worldly when she wanted to be though she usually opted for a more entertaining approach to things.

"What order where you aiming for?"

Alric raises his eyebrows slightly, just a bit surprised at her interest. He was, though, certainly proud enough of that pursuit to be pleased by it, as well.

"Ah, I am still, for the present, a Knight-Errant of the Order of the Dragon. In my homeland, the dragon is highly regarded as a symbol both of strength and magnanimity--in the proper sense of greatness of spirit."

"We have legends about Dragons too though it's hard to tell what's fact or fiction anymore. Walking through Brooklyn sort of makes it hard to believe in tales from thousands and thousands of years ago." She smiled again. It was easy for Freya to talk to others, even if they had very little in common when it came to their homes.

She saw it as another way to learn. A way to experiance the world around her in a view that she might not have had otherwise.

"So what do you do here? I mean as a Knight. Surly there are people you want to protect." Freya leaned forward slightly, her bright blonde hair spilling over her shoulder.

Alric gave her something of a quizzical look at the talk of legends of dragons hailing from thousands of years before her time; it was curious to hear how such similar themes appeared so differently across the various worlds from which they all had come. He chuckled, though, at her following question, somehow just a bit prying and yet also revealing.

"...mm. As a knight, I mean to uphold my oaths, even if they were not taken here; that includes rendering aid to those in need, and protecting those who cannot protect themselves."

He pauses just a moment, smirking slightly.

"......however... if we are to be brutally honest, oaths do not pay very well, and one would not wish to benefit from another's need for protection. I spend far more of my time, thankfully, teaching--at the school, and at the training center."

"One wouldn't wish to do that to those in need of protection." Freya felt herself smiling at him before she shook her head. Alric was interesting and she really just wanted to tease him but she had a feeling he could dish it back to her.

Her tongue clicked against her teeth as she thought.

"What do you teach? I guess it isn't math?" Freya liked math.

He raised his eyebrows at that question, and smirked just a little.

"...well. I'm certain I could find a better teacher for that..."

In other words, he probably could teach it, at least to most people, but really didn't feel like tooting his horn on the subject.

"But, no, mostly music, etiquette, rhetoric, and political science, at the school. ...and a bit of fencing, in the afternoons, at the training center."

"Etiquette? Like what?"

Freya felt her lips tugging into a smile at their own volition. She can't help it, she's probably the least 'civilized' person that she knows and being part wolf didn't even have to do with that. It was simply because she saw the polite thing to do and decided not to do it. Life felt more interesting that way.

"Also what kind of music? Do you play? If so what?"

This might feel like a job interview with a dog considering how many questions Freya gets out before he can reply.

Alric shifted in place a little, but more than anything to sit a little more comfortably while speaking to her, since it seemed she wasn't about to run out of questions any time soon. ...which, in fairness, was at least a bit flattering.

And he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at her asking about etiquette in the midst of bombarding him with personal questions.

"...ah... civilized manners, rules of conduct, how to present oneself in a respectful, yet dignified manner. That sort of thing."

Of course he wouldn't say it's not the sort of thing she'd be interested in, although his tone might have playfully implied it.

"I've been growing accustomed to some of the music, here, which is... quite unlike anything in my homeland. What I am used to is perhaps nearest to what many here call 'folk' or 'classical' music. And... yes, as far as the instruments available here, a little bit of piano and flute, although I much prefer the guitar."

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New Arrival

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Do you want to make this IC? I forgot to ask >.<

oh, yes, pls!

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