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Welcome to Medietas! Do you have an interest in joining the game? Is there an old muse that you want to dust off? Or, perhaps you're 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! 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. 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 and do!

2. Islands: There is definitely some weirdness going on around the islands from the sidewalks that glow to the mysterious energy that doesn't seem to have any direct source. There are statues that hum softly and seem to grow every so often. And what is with these bridges? Go forth and investigate! Puzzles are FUN!

3. PARTY: Every month or so there's always a celebration somewhere, be it on Mulciber, Imber, Mundus, Eurus, and now Nidus! Eat, drink, dance, talk among the other islanders. It's about making new friends and enjoying yourself, right? ~~Even if you have been stolen away from your home world to a bunch of floating islands~~.

4. Trouble!: All is quiet and calm when suddenly the warning signals across each of the islands sound. Not long after, or, at least only long enough to get prepared, a large hydra creature crawling out of the lake on Imber. Do what you can to help remove this threat before it gets to any of the other islands!

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

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[First an unplanned boat ride (where would that even have been possible) and now a city full of...humanity. And greater than any human place that still existed. The air tastes like magic, and the bridges are built of light. It's a dream he had once, and no one understood. He's just never imagined that it could be real.

If it is a dream, it certainly doesn't feel like it. But if it isn't then what is he supposed to do now?

He stands, stubbornly, on the end of a rainbow, unsure of whether or not he should test it. Things like that could never be trusted outright. Magic is always treacherous and this magic he doesn't understand, and can't wrestle into doing what he wants.

Perhaps, though, that's the point.]

What treachery is this, then? Who whispered?

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[With so many humans crowded into one place, Cobweb feels...anxious. Alone. Not another har in sight. And with the close proximity to humanity...he'd never seen so many in one place. And with all of them pressing together and up against him, the escape routes seemed to be few and far between. He wasn't interested in initiating interaction with any of them. Mostly he was trying not to draw attention to himself, off in one corner, trying to look terrifying instead of terrified, keenly aware of the fact that he's desperately outnumbered.

There's something mystical in the air--something portentous in being surrounded. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe he'll wake up soon with more magic about him.

It doesn't feel like one, though.]

Really this was like some kind of a beautiful gift, although Lianvis was dismayed the Listeners and Seers of the Kakkahaar hadn't caught wind of anything. His hair, long in Kakkahaar fashion, pooled down at his feet, his fingers and arms adorned like the perverted little magpie he was. Like Cobweb he could taste the magic in the air, feel it crackle, subtly. And so many humans. He could do a lot of work with so many participants.

And if he was lucky, the Hegemony would never find out. Life was good.

"Cobweb, as beautiful as always. You are a sight to behold. Now, don't tell me a few humans make you uncomfortable?" They were tools, couldn't you see that? Purely utilitarian. Think of how much power he could raise with all this humans here. The thought was exquisite. Shame there were a limited number of children though.

Kakkahaar spy was the first thought on seeing the har in front of him and his eyes flash with anger for a moment before he can control himself--though it does take a moment or two and a few deep breaths. Not the har he'd expected to see here. How much longer could he contain himself, then? And how long until human blood wasn't enough?

At least he stood his ground. He wasn't supposed to be a Varr anymore.

"Lianvis. Is your own hole not good enough?"

It surely wouldn't take that long. Just because the Kakkahaar promised to curb their more beastly practices doesn't mean they've done away with them all together. They've just learned to be more careful about who was watching. Gelaming ears were everywhere, and they didn't want to jeopardize their seat on the Council of Tribes. Lianvis knew what the Gelaming did to Tribes that didn't submit. He saw what happened to the Varrs.

"I was lonely without such beautiful company as yourself. Surely you don't mind if I join you? Such a night, with such power in the air." He gave the other har a beastly grin. "We could always crack open a human and see whats going on?"

His eyes narrowed at the flattery, but he bristled at the thought of his company. And what that would likely mean. Even the thought was enough to put him on edge and make him nauseous. He would not like any activity Lianvis chose, he was certain--and maybe determined--of that.

"I will have no part in blood." Was there even any har here he could hide behind, who he could tell at least to keep himself protected? He had his own magic, but his own doubts about withstanding the darkness Lianvis could raise with spilled life.

"Make your sacrifices elsewhere and without me."

Nonsense Cobweb, give him a chance. Even Calanthe likes him now, although he was unsure if Lianvis had changed or he had. Lianvis laughed, always ever so gracious and good humored, when he wasn't killing humans and hara alike.

Giving an extravagant sigh, Lianvis never let the smile leave his face. "Very well, you're tying my hands you know."

No, Lianvis would no doubt get bored very quickly. With the dilemma here to occupy his mind, he desperately wanted to find out what made it tick. He could only skirt the issue of blood and power for so long before he needed it in order to ascend to the next level. Still, he'd agreed on behalf of his tribe to curb their more....beastly practices. And the Gelaming needed their support, as well as their information. It was mutually beneficial. But here? With no Gelaming support or watcher? Hara and humans alike might be in trouble.

"I'd rather be with you. I've heard quite a lot about you."

Of course he would. Cobweb had heard more than a few things about him, too, though. None of it was very pleasant, but he suspected that most news about Lianvis wasn't very pleasant. But really, Terzian hadn't been any better except that in Forever, at least, he pretended he was civilized.

He was tempted for half a moment to just leave, but Lianvis would follow and in such a strange place surrounded by so many humans there was really no telling what would happen to him. And even if the company was human, he didn't want ot be left alone with that har.

"Such as?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Alexiel started when he'd tried to go into a corner to catch a breather but it already has a Cobweb in it. He put a hand on his bandolier of bells as a force of habit to prevent them from accidentally ringing - even if they are well held in their pouches. Letting them ring out would be dangerous.

"I didn't see you there."

A strange creature, then--it looked human, but seemed stranger. Bells? He raises an eyebrow as he looks over the man, but he doesn't move from his place. His greatest defense now is shadow and distance. He might be powerful, but he can't take on an entire city of humans.

"Then it was working. I do not wish to be seen."

He would like to think he's human. An Abhorsen, yes, but still human. The Charter mark, mostly hidden by his hair, is something only a human can have, after all.

"Ah. I see. I hope you don't mind me hiding with you for a moment?" If not well, he can find another corner.

There's another brief pause while Cobweb decides what to say. He doesn't doubt that he can defend himself if necessary, and, well. It's only one man as most of the rest of the people seem to be ignoring him. Which is his entire plan, really. At least until he can find an exit.

So he nods once, and steps to the side to make room, brushing his long dark hair back out of his eyes with a graceful hand.

"Are you chased out of the light by your own kind, then?"

And that's an odd question. People generally liked him. He was nice and helped save them from undead and free magic creatures. Admittedly sometimes they thought he was a normal necromancer but that tended only to be temporary.

"Ah. No. I'm just taking a moment away from the people? I tend to spend a lot of time on my own."

So essentially what he'd said, then. He shrugged, and turned back to watching the crowd, trying to determine how much danger there was, who was going to see him, whether they were coming. Outside Forever and surrounded by humans...he didn't know yet whether or not the paranoia was warranted, but better to worry and find no reason to than to end up dead because he'd missed something.

"Why? Why separate yourself?"

Well, he's not being pushed away by people. It's just the job. Not always a fun job. Sometimes nearly deadly job.

"My job doesn't lend itself to staying in one place," he said, fingers absently brushing themselves across the bells.

"Your job?" That was interesting. Humans didn't travel very often so far as he knew. Some of them did, but most tried to stay in one place with the little remaining resources they had. Until this place, apparently. Somehow, it flourished.

"What job would that be?"

Again the fingers moving across the bells. "I'm Abhorsen. The Abhorsen." he amended. It's still a relatively new title for him, his uncle having retired a year or so ago. Going from Abhorsen-in-Waiting to Abhorsen was a bit of a shock. How much people looked up to him.

No one here had Charter Marks or magic, so he felt like he was beyond the wall. Especially since people didn't know what it was.

"What is that?" Whatever it was, there was only one of it. And perhaps those bells had something to do with it? It was hard to say. The place tasted too much of magic for him to properly disentangle one feeling from another, with meanings lost in too much information.

"What do you do?"

"I put down the dead who walk and bind free magic creatures who would harm people." Which he sadly can't show because using the bells in such a frivolous manner because is a recipe for disaster. They are capricious things.

He could show off some Charter Magic if asked, because he does use that as well.

Interesting. Interesting that there were enough walking dead to make someone like him necessary. He'd heard whispers of the things Thiede was doing with supposedly murdered hara, but that was a very specific case. He actually looked shocked for a moment and couldn't think of what to say about it--ask more questions or leave it alone int he hope that not speaking of it would make it unneeded?

"A defender of innocents, then. But is it a desire or a calling, I wonder? Are you made that way or made to be that way?"

Ah. Yes, he knows that one. "Does the walker choose the path or does the path choose the walker?" he quoted. That was a question that often haunted him in Death as he went through the various districts.

Oh, he knew the rhyme about the seven great Charters. Everyone did. But that didn't quite explain it as much as the Book of the Dead's last page.

"Yes." If that's how he wanted to word it. It was all the same thing. "But you haven't answered me." It was the answer he was interested in, although, he supposed, a non-answer was enough of one. It said all kinds of interesting things on its own.

"That is, I suppose, the answer. My family is... the one charged? Or bred? I'm honestly not sure, to keep down the dead and free magic creatures. We're one of four bloodlines created by five of the Bright Shiners after the Charter was made. "I'm the thirty-sixth Abhorsen. My Uncle was Abhorsen before me."

More things he didn't know. More magic he was unfamiliar with. It was and...odd feeling. Usually it was the other way around. But also most har didn't want to understand and most humans couldn't.

"Made, then. What of the bells?"

"They're how I do it my job." Lightly he touched each bell smallest to largest, "Ranna the Sleeper; it puts those who hear it asleep, Mosrael the Waker; brings the dead to life while sending the ringer into Death, Kibeth is the Walker; it sends the listener to where the ringer wishes but it will often try to ring on its own, Dyrim the Speaker; gives those with no voice the ability to speak and takes the voice away from those who can, Belgaer is the Thinker; it can take away memories or give independent thought to the dead, Saraneth is the Binder; it binds the person who hears it to the ringer's will. Astarael is the Weeper... all who hear it go into Death."

Again he sounded like he was repeating what he's been taught.

Lovely and dangerous. Didn't that sound familiar? He himself had been called both things enough times that the words almost held no meaning any longer, and yet...they were the best he could come up with to describe what he'd just been told about the bells.

When he spoke again, his voice was soft, almost prayer-like, and his words more like incantation than observation.

"A song for the departed, sung by the wind and the trees."

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