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medietas_ooc2016-09-10 02:14 pm
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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!
Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III | Critical Role
It would have been nice to leave the dragons behind entirely. If he had to be swept away to another realm, Percival would have preferred to visit one that did not share the same heavy and inescapable problems that Tal’Dorei currently suffered from.
Though it was a much smaller dragon-like creature. Significantly smaller. And thus far, only one. There was, at least, that. One had to find their silver linings when and where they could.
As he was of little use in the thick of it, Percival kept Bad News slung across his back and found a shelf of a cliff, with rocks that looked both sturdy and rife with hand and foot holds he could use to climb it. Good, solid high ground was precisely what he needed.
He pulled himself up onto the shelf, scooted to the edge and took a knee as he took out Bad News. With practiced ease, he settled the gun on his shoulder, peered through the scope, took careful, precise aim.
Training the barrel at the wing, he pulled the trigger a moment before the jaws would have closed around one of the fighters on the ground.
With a cacophonous boom the bullet streaked through the air and sank into the meat of the wing joint.
His sharp “Ha!” was lost beneath the roar of pain from the creature. Pale face flushed with triumph, he reloaded the gun quickly and fired again--just as the head of the creature whipped around to find his impromptu sniper’s perch.
“Ah...damn.” In a rush, Percy slung Bad News back over his shoulder and rolled to the side, taking a leap off of the shelf just as the serpent-like creature darted towards him, jaw open, teeth glistening with spittle and gods only knew what manner of toxic fluid. He pushed off of the rocks with his feet and grunted as he rolled down the mossy embankment.
Bleeding from several cuts inflicted by the tumble, Percy sprang to his feet and took off in a straight run, straight towards an outcropping. Along the way he nearly collided with someone, quick reflexes all that kept them both from ending up on the ground, exposed and quite vulnerable. Percy grabbed at their arm to drag them with him to cover. “Down, here, get down!” he demanded, pulling his pistol from his belt as he jammed his back against the base of another rocky shelf.
excuse my horrible lack of icons.
"I'm down, I'm down!" Pike replied, ducking a little. She didn't have to duck down too far in order to get behind the outcropping. The beast wasn't larger than anything they've faced previously and recently, but it was big enough to give them a run for their money. Thankfully though, she was glad to have him here with her. Two of Vox Machina was better than one.
She peeked her head out from behind the rocks to see where the beast was, and when she had it in her sights, she clutched the symbol of Sarenrae around her neck and cast a Guiding Bolt spell toward it. The blast of radiant holy light hit it square on, but didn't seem to phase it, and she ducked quickly behind the rocks again before turning to face Percy.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
no worries!
"Thank you for that," he remarked, giving Pike's hand a quick squeeze for luck before he leaned around the edge of cover and fired right at the shimmer. He shot three times, couldn't quite tell what struck true and what didn't, then leaned back quickly to avoid the creature's retaliation.
"Are you all right?"
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"I. Would like. To raaaaaage!!!!" Grog boomed as he swung, lopping a chunk out of the beast's neck. He did his best to barrel through the creature, to get on the other side of it so Percy could fire another shot and finish the thing.
[ ooc: I am sorely behind on Crit Role so his canon point is circa Trial of the Take. ]
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She was delighted to see him, no matter her tone. She was good at making do - had to be - but in a fight, it was always better to have someone you trusted at your side. She needed room to draw her bow, however, and moved away to give her the space to nock an arrow and pull it back. Fond greetings could come later.