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Test Drive #1
Welcome to the August test drive—our first in fellden! We're so excited to have you with us.
A few things of note:
Perfect! Welcome to Fellden.
fellden! We're so excited to have you with us.A few things of note:
✦ Test drive threads can be considered game-canon if you choose. They're essentially in a shared dreamscape and take place between your character leaving their world, and arriving in the audience hall with their faction leader.All set?
✦ Reserves are open and will continue to be until 11:59 PM UTC on Tuesday, August 20th; they are not necessary to apply! They're valid for the first four days of the application cycle.
✦ Applications will open at 12:01 AM UTC on the 21st, and remain open until 11:59 PM UTC on the 27th. The IC & OOC intro logs will be posted two days later.
✦ Questions? We have a FAQ that's chock full of good information! If they are test drive specific, we have a top level thread below that allows for OOC questions to be posted.
✦ The network is available to use! No matter where your character is, their compass either arrived on their person or available in the Gods Wood. Please feel free to include a network post in your top-levels! Once opened, the compass will display instructions on use, such as using voice-commands to activate it. (Apologies for missing including this on the initial test drive!)
Perfect! Welcome to Fellden.
 You’ll find yourself just outside the Temple doors, which will be locked if you try to open them. A little rude, keeping you out after bringing you all this way. The thing is, you can hear a lot of commotion in the distance, and smoke rising from the center of a district; you may want to check that out. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire! Except the smoke is not at all something to be concerned over. Instead, people are gathered near a large bonfire in the decorated city square, drinking and carousing, singing songs of celebration; Moon saviors have arrived! War winners! The residents of the city laugh and sing and dance in pairs throughout the square, grateful for those who have come to aid them. Their merriment doesn’t dwindle as the sun begins to set on the horizon, twin moons rising in its place. When you (and other new arrivals) are finally noticed by the revelers, do not expect to be left alone! Flower crowns will be deposited upon your heads, food and drink placed into your hands, while live musicians play loud enough for the dead to hear. You’ll be invited to dance, to drinking games, and offered food and flowers and other items of value. Some may cry when they look into your face, thanking you for becoming their champions during this long and exhaustive war. Hopefully you’re here to enjoy the festivities. Sneaking off is just fine, too, but don’t expect to be let go of quietly; the people of the Moon Temple are so happy to see you! Enjoy the celebration while it lasts long into the night. |
 Unlike the Temple, your arrival to the Court of Stars is met with a rather somber greeting, however expressions are relieved, despite any emotional guard that may be up. A gathering of knights, weary from a skirmish along the border they're returning from, pat you on the back and lead you through an open air courtyard. All the gathered people of the Emperor's Court look up from their tasks, giving the passing Otherworlders a knowing nod. There's gratitude in their eyes, but that's all the welcome you'll receive: your presence is appreciated, but growing an attachment is another heartache for those that care so deeply for their faction fellows. The silence is broken when a high-ranking member of the guard gives the proclamation: "Our heroes have arrived! Court defenders, world travelers! Help has come from the far lands to aid us in our battles for our Emperor, for all of Fellden!" From there, the few knights that have not yet departed will lead you through the Court's castle, a brief tour of the most important areas (dining hall, housing wing, guard barracks, and the throne room) is given before they instruct you to rest, because the real excitement begins when the sun falls behind the horizon. Left to drift, you can explore the castle, or venture out to the surrounding city as it prepares for the celebration the Starfolk have in store for the returned soldiers and, now, the new arrivals. You'll be invited to the party that spreads across the entire Court city, drawn into large circle dances, and will find that the locals become more at ease and welcoming the longer you spend with them. |
 Between one blink and the next, your eyesight has seemingly been stolen from you. Or, perhaps it’s more likely that something is covering your eyes? Yes, that’s definitely a blindfold tied around the back of your head, although quite the mystery as to how it came to be there. You vaguely remember a wolf that may or may not have spoken to you, but the blindfold is certainly a new addition to the situation. Once removed, you’ll find yourself in the thick of the woods, with no path or directional indicators in sight. The moon is obscured by the tree line, and the stars above do nothing to light your path; seems like removing the blindfold wasn’t as helpful as you may have thought. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, it’s obvious that you are not alone in this; other people are removing their blindfolds just as you are, staring blearily into the dark of the forest with a similar lack of understanding to how they came to be here. Thankfully, you’ll find some nearby travel packs with self-lighting torches, a few rations, and your faction-provided communicator. The compass, unfortunately, remains broken, which means you’ll have to find your way out of the woods without it. Hopefully your sense of direction is passable! Whether you team up with others, or go your separate way is entirely up to you, but you must find your way out, and the fog rolling in is not going to be of any assistance. This is a Dropping, and the Gods Wood is not kind to loiterers. |
 Needing an escape from the hectic energy that greeted you in your faction, an empathetic bystander pointed you in the direction of a nearby transport mirror, which you either stepped into without stating a destination, or didn't give one with enough clarity for the mirror to understand. Spitting you out on the beach just outside Kyst, it doesn't seem keen to let you back the way you came; temperamental teleportation magic. As the largest trade city in all of Fellden, there is no shortage of things to do here! Shopping with what coin was hoisted upon you before your departure, mapping out the city itself to memorize the in's and out's, enjoying a drink on the house at a local tavern where you can get into a mean game of cards with some faction soldiers, or even meeting someone else that seems to have stumbled into this world just as you did. Perhaps you're more keen to the outdoors, rather than the bustle of a large city, wandering away from the city just far enough to find a stretch of pristine beach and inviting crystal clear waters of the ocean; the salty air fills your lungs while the rays of the midday sun are almost blinding against the swath of bright white sand that meets the crashing waves. Regardless of what you decide to do, or where you end up, you're in the closest thing to No Man's Land you can get; enjoy your time fraternizing with the enemy, make some new friends in this neutral land, or stick with those from your own faction to get a lay of the land. |
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It asked me what I would be willing to do to save my world. It spoke about danger but it didn't really specify what sort of danger.
[Her lips press together in a thin line. She's evidently not that thrilled with the lack of information but it is what it is in the end.]
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( the mildness of his tone belies the sheer displeasure he feels. bad enough to have been taken at all ㅡ plucked, somehow, from admits an armed escort ㅡ but this has all the hallmarks of some kind force-related bs.
as if he hasn't had a lifetime's share of that already. )
Did you agree?
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[She says it like there's little question about whether she would or wouldn't agree. Though she hasn't a clue where she is there's a sort of confidence there.]
I mean... I couldn't say no. If it came to be then it must really need the help.
[Considering she's a highschool English teacher and not, y'know, a fighter. She waves a hand sort of dismissively.]
Don't get me wrong here, I'm not just an altruistic being or anything. I have family though so...
[And that included Hoggle, Ludo and Sir Didymus down in the Underground. And maybe even Jareth but she'd never admit to that.]
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( granted, it does beg the question just what could possibly loom large enough to throw not only this world in jeopardy but others. assuming that it wasn't simply a convenient lie told to newcomers to force their compliance.
it wouldn't be the first time. )
Though I would be wary of the cost.
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Well. I've done stupider things that cost a lot more for a lot less benefit.
[Her tone of voice is... sardonic? It's not quite cynical or sarcastic but it's clear she's sort of mocking herself as she talks.
And then immediately she turns to glance around the area. In the dark with the bare light of the stars above it's not that easy of a task to pick anything out.]
I guess we should probably work on finding a way out of here then and proving we're worthy. If this is a test anyhow.
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( it's too dark to risk travelling right now, even with a group as large as this. but just as risky to stay out in the open, exposed. if the cold didn't get them an opportunistic predator would doubtless take their chance.
the sooner they could get moving, the better. )
However, if this is a test then we don't have the luxury of time.
( which is why he's picking up one of the packs, hoisting it up and onto his shoulders. he checks over the straps. weighs, and then quickly dismisses, the merits of picking up a second. the torch in his hand flares to life: a startling burst of light and heat.
another sweep of their surroundings — there's no higher ground to find unless someone is willing to risk the trees. no footpath. and the land is level, which makes finding downhill practically impossible.
he exhales. turns, and then finally picks a direction at random and starts walking. )
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Wouldn't it be easier if we took a moment to listen? We might hear something that could lead us to some type of water source. That would eventually have to lead us out of the forest, right?
[She's just spitballing an idea here. She's from New York and though she lived Upstate for much of her life where the wildlife is much more abundant, her camping experience is fairly limited.]
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( and he really, really doesn't like the look of that fog. moving away from it therefore makes the most sense. eventually, it will cease to be an issue. )
But you are welcome to stay, if you wish.
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Yeah, no thanks, I know when staying alone isn't the greatest idea.
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There were others.
( he'd encountered several of them when he'd gone to inspect the packs, clustered together like skittermice. )
That— ( a wave toward the encroaching fog, ) is either radiation fog or freezing fog. If the former, it'll only be a minor inconvenience until the sun rises. And if the latter, we could potentially freeze to death out here before help even considers coming for us.