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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!

Comments

Re: Cobweb | Wraeththu | TAKE 2

[deadbellringer]

"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."

[supharstitious]

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."

[deadbellringer]

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.

[supharstitious]

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?"

[deadbellringer]

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."

[supharstitious]

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?"

[deadbellringer]

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.

[supharstitious]

"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?"

[deadbellringer]

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.

[supharstitious]

"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?"

[deadbellringer]

"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.

[supharstitious]

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?"

[deadbellringer]

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.

[supharstitious]

"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.

[deadbellringer]

"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."

[supharstitious]

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?"

[deadbellringer]

"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.

[supharstitious]

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."

[deadbellringer]

Lovely and dangerous, yes that definitely includes the Bells. Astral the Weeper... Alexiel didn't know. No one he knows ever heard it ring. Ringing it was a last resort.

"Yes, I suppose so." He whistled softly, a few Charter Marks appearing with the notes. They glowed in the air just briefly before fading out.

At least he could still reach the Charter here.

[supharstitious]

He stared at the glowing marks and then at the space in the air where they were, transfixed for a moment. He'd never seen a human able to call magic so easily, so brazenly. He may have been buried in mysticism--he may even have found some humans who were the same--but nothing ever so...obvious and magical.

Eventually he blinked a few times, pulling himself back to the present and staring at the man beside him instead.

"What was that?"

[deadbellringer]

"Charter Marks. None in particular for any particular spell," he said. "Different marks put together make different spells."

Making Marks so randomly like that wasn't something a person usually did, but he was confident enough in his ability to not worry about causing any problems.

[supharstitious]

How very different than what he knew. It was both strange and refreshing to see. Still, there was that undercurrent of a threat too--he was too much a har not to feel it. Humanity wasn't supposed to have this sort of power anymore.

"Show me."

[deadbellringer]

He raised his eyebrows just briefly at the demand; it sounded rather like a child. Not having any problems with it though he pulled out a few more Charter Marks. They glowed and then melded together to create a ball of light.

The marks are still visible within the light and yet at the same time is a single object. Rather like an orb woven from the marks.

[supharstitious]

He stared, transfixed by the lights, looking for secrets and messages that he wasn't going to find. He knew he wouldn't, but he tried anyway. Because maybe there really was something there for him to see.

"What is it? Beyond what you said?"

[deadbellringer]

"What do you mean?" he asked, because it was the Charter. It just was. Without ending or beginning. It made up everything... well no... but it defined things... or something. He was a good charter mage, but not a good theorist. That was Arion. He could go on for hours at a time about What Made the Charter.