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Welcome to Medietas! Have an interest in joining the game? Maybe you have an old muse that you want to dust off? Or, maybe you're just looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting among friends? Well, whatever the reason, this is where you can do that!

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've 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, 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, now that you've arrived and wandered around the starter home you've been given, it's time to check out the rest of the islands. There's a market on Aerilon that is full of treasures. Or, you can check out Chapter Six bookstore. Perhaps you wander over to the Mean Princess facility on Mulciber. There is so much to see!

3. Event: Teams are being put together to venture out deep into the islands of Eurus and Mulciber to track and destroy a vicious beast who has been the reason for the disappearances of several island locals. Please help stop the creature before anyone else goes missing!

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Quinlan had discovered something quickly once he'd arrived in this strange new world and had been ushered off to his new living arrangements as though he'd been expected: in recent years, he'd taken the benefit of human allies for granted. He'd also taken for granted his father's ever-present sensation at the edges of his mind, for in his 2000 years of life, he'd never felt this alone.

Believing exploration to be the better part of maintaining his sanity in a place so completely alien, he raised his hood to hide his more inhuman features and headed out. He'd been told about the establishment that catered to the vampiric and it had piqued his curiosity. Human blood was far more nutritious than animal and he needed to keep his strength up. There was no telling what he may encounter in this place. He made no effort to hide the large sword sheathed and strapped to his back, but he walked more slowly than usual as he traveled, making certain to take in any details that seemed important.

The woman who crossed his path caught his attention first and foremost because she was humming, then because she seemed to be observing just as he was, and third, that she was armed. More wise than she appeared, apparently. Still, he wasn't given to hiding, and making allies with the other new arrivals was prudent, so he stepped into her path, his long black trenchcoat swished around his calves as he leveled his ice-white gaze in her direction.

"Excuse me," his voice was accented, something like British, and even with a cultured tone. "Have you arrived recently as well?"

'Person with large sword' was definitely something that stopped Alisa in those tracks that were crossing Quinlan's. Her initial hesitation when spoken to was essentially an assessment of how likely it was that that sword was going to be turned on her. Anytime anyone spoke to her, her hand went to the Etcher pistol -- a result of being in war, sure, but also everything after.

Her assessment was very fast, though, and silent; the humming stopped, and then the words started. She grinned. "Yeah, like an hour or two ago. I have no idea where anything else is, or where my ship is, or where my family is, which is getting old since that keeps happening." Someone had to be Captain Optimist, and she was now Frustrated Captain Optimist. "Afraid I haven't got any advice to go with it, but if you wanted a traveling companion ... a wandering only somewhat aimlessly companion ..."

There was presumably some aim to Alisa's wandering, but she kept forgetting exactly what it was after all the upheval. Chocolate? Probably.

No stranger to war, Quinlan recognized a preparation for battle and his hairless brows rose slightly, impressed. It was wise to be prepared in a new place, surrounded with others with unknown agendas. Perhaps he'd judged this young woman too harshly.

And did she say this keeps happening? He tilted his head to the side, more curious about this woman now than he had been originally. "Indeed. Perhaps I should avoid accepting your offer, lest your bad luck be contagious." It was a jest, albeit a subtle one. "My name is Quinlan."

Equally curious was this woman's lack of reaction at his appearance. Most balked, even those with some experience with vampires.

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