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TEST DRIVE MEME #8
TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to the eighth test drive meme for Abraxas! This meme is run a little bit differently than most in that you'll be asked to choose one of the three different arrival scenarios below for your character to take. If you have any questions about this mechanic or anything else related to the TDM, please take a look at the questions below or ask one of your own under the Questions header below. For general game questions please still use the FAQ.
Our Setting pages are full of information on the world of Abraxas, and an overview of the story so far can be found on our Game History page! Anything on that page - including information about the Horizon and the Singularity - can be assumed to be told to newcomers after they arrive, no matter which faction they are received in. For more information on Ambrose and the apprentice mages, Marlo, and Rowan, please see our NPCs page.
You can also find answers to questions asked on previous TDMs in their respective questions threads.
◎ Rumor has it that two emissaries - a werewolf and a vampire - visited from Nocwich in early July. With them came some wares distributed to shops throughout each faction. A few sparse items may remain for purchase, such as glowing flowers or fine ales, but much of it has now been sold.
◎ New arrivals in THE FREE CITIES may hear a bit of chatter around Cadens about art, politics, and recent performances involving its sister city, Libertas. It's all standard fare - the kind of topics spoken about over a beer or in line at the market - but there's a small stir in the air.
◎ Lately, locals in SOLVUNN have begun to approach the Summoned with a sort of awe and respect. New arrivals will find themselves treated much the same way and may be asked for advice or given gifts that seem like offerings such as wine, harvest bounties, or some delicious goat cheese. Your character is free to turn these down and should they turn down enough people, they will not be bothered further as no one wishes to offend them.
Arrival
You awaken suspended in the abyss, silent darkness stretching out in all directions. If you try to yell, you'll find that the sound doesn't carry. If you try to move, you'll find it's impossible to tell whether or not you're actually getting anywhere. If you reach for an item you were carrying last time you remember being awake, your hand will only touch bare skin.
You're naked and floating helplessly through the void, and what little air you have in your lungs is running out.
There's a pinprick of light that almost looks like a faraway star but as it grows it becomes clear that it's actually quite close. Through the opening you can see a bright room, but it's hard to make out any individual objects, as if you're looking from beneath rippling water.
Scenario One: Welcome to Thorne
A hand plunges through and you realize water is just what it is. Whether you take hold of the hand or not it will grab you and yank you up through the surface, lifting you out until you're sprawled on solid ground. Once you catch your breath, you can get a better look at the surroundings: tall trees and even taller stone pillars surround the platform you're laying on. Behind you is an ornate fountain, the base of which is so deep and so dark you might be compelled to scramble away from it lest it suck you back in to that endless abyss. Ahead of you are the walls of a large castle with several tall towers reaching up towards the sky.
If you had any powers, they feel unusually weak. Attempts to use magic or enhanced strength or powers of any sort fizzle out without any effect, but they don't feel completely gone, either.
Set into an indent on a marble slab behind the fountain is a card bearing the image of one of the arcana.
An apprentice mage - the one whose hand lifted you out of the fountain - brushes the water off on their robes and runs back to join a group of three others, who all stare intently at a mage with highly decorated robes and a large, heavy book. He peers up at you for a moment and starts flipping through the book.
"One moment," he says, not bothering to look up from the tome. He looks tired. "I am Ambrose Rhett, the High Mage of the Kingdom of Thorne. We’ll explain everything in a moment, but for now, please calm down. You’re completely fine."
Regardless of your response, he keeps flipping through the pages, until he stops on one specific passage, stares at it for a moment, and then sighs with relief:
"Finally!"
Ambrose's expression brightens, relief visible across his features. He waves one of the apprentices over with a fine silk tunic, pants, and some basic sandals and with a wave of his hand they reshape to fit you perfectly.
"Oh, thank heavens," he says, closing the book and approaching you with a sort of worn-out relief. “I was beginning to believe we’d never get it exactly right.”
Now that he's not hunching over the book, he doesn't seem quite so stuffy and inapproachable. The apprentices all seem to visibly relax, and the one that handed you the tunic stops to take the tarot card down from the marble slab. If you show any curiosity about the card, they'll let you take a longer look, but won't let you touch it.
"Please, come with me," he says, motioning for you to follow him towards the castle. "As promised, my pupils will explain your current situation. And, ah - if you had any magic of your own, or other special abilities you can't access right now, fear not, they'll return within the week. The summoning takes a lot out of you."
One of the apprentices steps forward and rattles on and on about the castle, Thorne itself, the names of a bunch of royals and nobles, and of course, your reason for being here. The Kingdom and the world itself is in great peril, and tales of your exploits have reached far and wide across universes. If asked about these exploits, the apprentice will simply smile and shrug. The High Mage was happy to see you and that's good enough.
Once inside the castle you're taken to the North Wing, which has been set up as living quarters for you and your fellow newcomers. There are four people to a room, but each generously-sized bed has opaque curtains that can be drawn around it. You can meet your roommates here and discuss your shared situation (those who were previously brought in may have a great deal of information to tell you), or you can wander around and meet the others.
There's also a dining hall stocked with a rotating 24/7 buffet in celebration of the new honored guests. Somehow, your very favorite food is part of the rotation (or at least an attempted recreation of it given the limited technology available to the Thorneans). The town surrounding the castle is all abuzz as well, with most shops and services willing to give free samples of their wares to the new arrivals.
You may also notice that your sign is embroidered on your tunic: the same image you saw on the card from before with the name of the sign itself beneath it. If you ask the castle residents, they'll tell you a little bit about your sign (and will mostly stick to the positives, although some might point out the negatives).
Last (and, if you ask anyone else in the castle, least) there is a worn stone staircase leading underground to the dungeon. You can go there, if you wish, but all powers are restricted in the dungeons and most of the cells stand empty.
Scenario Two: Welcome to the Free Cities
You find yourself pulled from the water by a pair of strong hands. Dry warmth hits you at once as you're set on a warm hard floor. As your senses return you realize you're on dull ruddy stone and surrounded by strangers. Men and women in unfamiliar uniforms of brown and red leather stand in a semi-circle around a small pool of water. The very pool you were just pulled from. The water is still now, rimmed in pale gold tiles with odd symbols etched into them. Across it on the far side is a raised pedestal with a card propped on it. The card bears an arcana symbol.
You feel weak. Drained. Any abilities or magical powers you have seem far away and impossible to access. You're in what looks like a cave lit by dozens and dozens of torches set into the wall. There's no furniture or decoration to be seen besides the pool. It's almost uncomfortably warm and there's the sound of rushing wind somewhere in the distance. Flickering shadows obscure the faces of the guards. A robed woman stands off to the side, looking at you anxiously and then to the authoritative woman standing before you. She's grinning, dressed in a fancier uniform than the others. There's a sword at her hip. A guard covers you with a blanket and returns to their place in the semi-circle.
The woman with the sword gives a nod of approval and smiles warmly.
"Sorry about the circumstances."
She gives you a good hard look before standing again.
"Take a minute, catch your breath, you've had quite a shock. Take it nice and easy. I'm Prime Minister Marlo Reiner and you're in The Free Cities. That nice lady over there will explain everything to you and get you settled." A nod to the robed woman off to the side.
Marlo Reiner steps back and the robed mage approaches to help you up.
"Come with me, please." She brings you out of the cave through a corridor that angles upwards until you emerge in what looks like some kind of storage facility. Shelves of wooden boxes and cloth bags line them, unidentifiable parts of what might be machines are tucked into corners and propped against shelving units. "This is one of the Free Cities' outposts," the mage explains as she leads you. "We're honored to have you with us, I'm sure you have many questions but please save them. You need to recover!"
You'll learn you're in the Cadens Desert Outpost 003, a military outpost on the outskirts of Cadens city. You're brought to a room in the barracks that's been prepared. Each barracks room is rather sparse and utilitarian. Six simple beds set against the wall, three on each side of the room, each with a trunk at the foot of it. You're told the world is in a delicate and dangerous times and you're needed to help. You're important, you're told, and they're very grateful you're here.
You're asked to stay close for the time being, but to make yourself at home. The outpost is more a proper military base than the name implies, with full facilities. The barracks have a communal bathing room at the end of the hall, with curtains that can be pulled around the individual raised round tubs for privacy. There's a mess hall that has food available from sun up till a few hours after sundown. You're even encouraged to make use of the training grounds, if you'd like, with non-lethal training weapons available for use and obstacle courses set up. And the city of Cadens is only a couple of hours away by wagon - though you're asked initially to please be back at the outpost within a few hours of the sun going down.
For your own safety.
Scenario Three: Welcome to Solvunn
The feeling of floating is the first sense that comes to you as the edges of unconsciousness start to ebb. Sunlight filters through the rippling water as you open your eyes, making you squint. Before you have the chance to panic and inhale, firm hands grasp your arms and pull you to the surface of the water. Moments later, soft warmth is wrapped around your shoulders as you're guided on unsteady legs out of a pool of water. You're lowered to the soft grass. Men and women in simple garments with lavish embroidery stand by, waiting with bated breath, glancing seriously at an old man in an ornate robe. He holds an old leather-bound book in one hand and in the other is a card bearing an arcana symbol. His eyes move quickly over the page, and he mumbles idly to himself.
Any strength you may have possessed feels as though it has slipped through your fingers. Any abilities or magical powers you have don't come to the surface no matter how hard you try. You're in a grassy clearing in the midst of a circle of large stone slabs stacked to look like doorways. In the middle is the same glimmering pool you were just pulled from. A gentle breeze blows through, carrying the scent of flowers and herbs from an ornately decorated altar set off in front of one of the stone doorways. The mage closes his book and steps out of the water, addressing a matronly old woman. Behind her are two younger people, a rough-looking man, and a meek young girl, both of whom are also watching the mage.
“I detect no ill will from the gods, it seems we've been blessed with success.” Those that had gathered all breathe a sigh of relief and now seem pleased.
The old woman smiles and steps forward, offering to take your hands and help you stand. “Any gift the gods give us is one we will happily take. I'm certain you have many questions, and they will all be answered in time. For now, rest and know you will be taken care of.”
She pats the top of your hand and steps away with a serene smile, letting one of the others come forward with some clothes that seem to fit you perfectly. Once you're dressed, someone approaches to drape a delicate-looking charm depicting a long-horned creature with large wings on a thin chain over your neck. Ask around later, and you may find that it is a symbol of Vielehauffe, the God of the Herd.
The rough-looking man from before steps forward once you're decent and motions with his head outside of the stone circle. His speech is informal, his consonants harsh.
“Hold your horses, I can see all those questions coming about! Rowan March, at your service. I'm one of the council members of Solvunn. There's a lot to discuss, but it's best talked about over a hot meal.” He leads you to a horse-drawn carriage and helps you up into the back. He talks the entire ride to the settlement.
You find out you are in the Primary Settlement, the first of three that make up Solvunn's great territory. The settlement is situated between two lakes and is humming with life. You're brought to the center of town and escorted to an apartment above one of the establishments in town. Rowan explains that the living conditions are temporary if you'd like them to be, that local families would also be happy to host you in their home. That there are others like you who have also taken up residence within the three settlements. You're told that the world hangs upon the brink of disaster and that there are those in this world that are happy to see it fall to ruin with their meddling.
You're important. The gods have graced them with your presence. They're delighted you're here. Welcome to Solvunn.
Everything you need has been provided in this humble apartment, and if it hasn't, there are shops that line the streets and a marketplace in the center of town. Owners of some establishments or stalls are more than happy to give out samples or barter with your time for their goods. Babysitting can be a very lucrative business. You're told of the other settlements, that they'd like you to stay here for now, but if you can find a family to host you, the secondary and tertiary settlements are best to get to with an escort.
There are tales of travelers visiting the secondary settlement without invitation disappearing without a trace. The gods are as hungry as they are protective, young traveler.
You’ll find that there are more than enough activities to throw yourself into to better settle into your new life in Solvunn. Work is done in the first part of the day so that families can spend the rest of it together in leisure and work on their crafts - whatever those may be. For those children who are not of school age, they need nannies or storytellers, and there’s always a gaggle of them running about unsupervised. Families with livestock can always take a spare hand, especially since farms are so spread out, they have a tendency to wander. Whatever skills you may possess can always be of use to the community or to honor the gods.
If any of these options are no good for your lifestyle, the main roads between settlements can always use a bit of monster clean-up… just make sure you don’t go alone.
How many slots are open?
Please check the Taken page for how many player, franchise, and canon slots are available. Activity check will be processed before applications open, so the count may change between now and then. Existing players can apply for a second character without restriction.
How do I choose a scenario for my character?
Pick whichever situation appeals to you most. Which faction your character is drawn into has nothing to do with their personal morality, beliefs, or how highly they regard themselves and their own accomplishments. Anyone can be put into any one of the situations.
Can I try out more than one scenario?
You can! But please keep in mind that only the one you eventually choose can be game canon, if you decide to keep any of your TDM threads.
What happens if my character refuses to comply with the NPCs?
They will be forgiven for their moment of panic or anger if they have one, and the faction leaders will try to calm them and persuade them further. If they put up too much of a fight and/or start actively attacking anyone, they will be warned once that everyone is willing to put them back in the well where they came from (see below), and if they continue to fight they will make good on that promise.
My character intends on causing a lot of trouble (destroying parts of the cities, murdering the NPCs, etc.), what would happen to them?
Characters who make too much trouble for the mages and other NPCs would be thrown back in the well (which will mean drowning in the void, not returning home). Brawling with other PCs and causing minor damage is fine and will be greeted with a cranky attitude and intervention from various NPC guards, and there will be plenty of opportunity for destruction and murder later, but for now the Abraxans have no desire to keep huge liabilities around.
I want to wildcard a prompt or use one of the prompts from an earlier TDM that isn't on this one (eg. the library), can I do that?
Yes, in terms of the settings. As Thorne is no longer imprisoning any newcomers, that option is no longer applicable.
Is the power loss for characters permanent?
No, but it does take a week or so for their powers to be back in full, and certain powers (determined on a case-by-case basis) may require nerfs. If your character has world-breaking powers, please discuss with the mods what modifications may be necessary.
Can my character leave the bounds of the faction?
In Thorne, characters can leave the castle but not the city. In Cadens, they can take a trip from the outpost to the city. In Solvunn, they can explore the entirety of the Primary Settlement.
Can my character eventually change factions?
Yes. While the faction borders are currently closed, there will opportunities in the future for characters to relocate. For the time being, they are stuck where they are.
How much will my choice of scenario affect my character's plot later on?
This choice will determine where your character initially lives as well as the bias of the information they receive from NPCs (although other PCs can and most likely will give it to them a bit more straight). This decision - and every other major decision you make in game! - will also be used to flavor some mod surprises that will be coming down the line.
Don't get too anxious about this choice, though; this is just one choice you'll get to make in a game that has a lot of them, and every character in every scenario can work their way towards many, many individual goals and outcomes. You're not locking yourself out of anything in the future via the choice you made on the TDM. It will primarily impact the immediate future with the far-reaching effects being up to each player.
Are TDM threads mandatory for my application?
No, you may use other samples, but we encourage you to post to the TDM and get a feel for this game and its mechanics before you join. If you do not have a TDM thread you will still need to choose one of the three scenarios on your application.
What if I haven't settled on a sign yet?
You can ignore sign-related prompts if you're undecided (or try out different signs in different threads).
Can my character go to the Horizon?
First time visitors to the Horizon must be taken there by other characters, through either shared meditation or a physical journey to the Singularity, and all first-timers experience memory loss. For the purposes of the TDM, we suggest against using the Horizon.
What about making use of the network?
Much like Horizon they would need to be introduced to it by another PC, as no NPCs would be aware of the network or be able to access it. Because of this we would advise against using this mechanic for TDM top-levels.
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Teach taught the Golden Deer, for me. [ 'For me' feels like an important qualifier to add even if the rest of his sentence before it explains enough. Kind of. ] He was pretty fond of us as well even if we weren't exactly the most reverent house, which I might've encouraged. But you're saying that Teach sided with-- Edelgard.
[ This is where he should watch what he says; there's an alarm bell sounding in one corner of his mind. The fall of Derdriu made it start as a faint echo but now it rings even louder. Claude could elaborate on just why that realization, protection or not, actually causes him to shift ever so slightly in his seat in uneasiness buried within placing an elbow on the table as though to prop his chin in his hand though he never actually does. ]
Huh. I can't say I saw that coming. Professor Manuela taught the Black Eagles, and - [ Wait. Again. ] Hold on. When you mentioned Teach, you said she?
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Well. One thing at a time.]
Of course she is a 'she.' You are remembering things differently?
[She curls her fingers lightly, bringing her hand to rest against her chin.]
This is... very confusing. You are remembering the Professor as a 'he.' We are both thinking of Professor Eisner?
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[ Is that part consistent too or not? If he thinks about it for too long (or long at all) he might give himself a headache over this. Or he will anyway, because: ]
You know... Sylvain said the same thing. That he remembered Teach also as 'she' and--
[ Claude stops since there's a good chance he should be letting Sylvain explain his own memories, except for one other part that feels important to mention now. Might as well clear the air of it. ]
Sylvain remembers something else that I do aside from that he was on another side of the battlefield for it. Something I don't know whether it could have also happened for you if you remember me surrendering at Derdriu. I know that's vague, but... he said it was also just happening for him, and for me it happened several months ago. As in almost a year ago.
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It is, she decides, beyond her immediate comprehension. Better that she listens to what Claude has to say— and jarring as it is to hear such things, she believes him regardless.]
Almost a year...
[She echoes him, pursing her lips.]
Tell me, and I will be telling you what else I remember, where I can. This is... it is being very complicated, isn't it? In a different way than the war itself was being.
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I suppose you remember the mock battle we had on Gronder Field during the school year reenacting the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. From what I know or rather what I lived, the Deer won it. This also seems to change, depending on who you ask. [ If Petra gets the sense that for someone normally so verbose Claude is now dragging forth the words to tell her what he has to: she'd be right. ] Fate has a terrible sense of humor because we ended up at Gronder again in the war. Across from you, and across from the Kingdom, just like we were all back at school again but with everything at stake then. It was... awful.
[ An understatement, given it was war. While talking his gaze drifts to the table as he now looks without really seeing it. A year isn't long enough for something like this to feel like it's the past. But of some that terribleness - it comes with the cost of knowing he played his part in it and everything after, and in knowing he would make those choices again and again if he had to, each and every time. Each one necessary, deliberate, all the exact same.
Claude blinks back to the present and refocuses on Petra, one eyebrow slightly raised now. ]
In case this is still yet to come for you somehow, I won't say what happened there or after. I didn't tell Sylvain anything past this either. The year for me is 1187, which means that Sylvain is somewhere in 1186 by my guess. That just leaves what year it is for you.
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It is a dreadful mirror of what was a happy memory for most of them.]
Claude...
[Her gaze drops, and she shakes her head.]
It was the start of Pegasus Moon, before I came here. I have not been returning to Grondor, but... I have faced friends in battle. Every time, it is terrible. To be forced to face so many at once is...
[She looks up again, her lips set into a thin line.]
I am sorry, Claude.
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It's too heavy. And haven't they both dealt with enough? Claude's well aware there's no avoiding this topic, that someday it'll have to be addressed in more than broad strokes still concealing what he knows. But for now - maybe it wouldn't be the worst to brush it aside, to keep this a better reunion than what he knows their next time meeting in Fodlan turned out to be.
In the wake of her apology, Claude merely puts on a convincing smile. ]
I'm not sure that you have anything to apologize for, Petra. It's not like you started the war. Unless... you've been holding out on me all this time? And in that case, I'm more offended you held out that you were a brilliant tactician all this time. Think of all we could've gotten up to together at the academy!
[ He's careful to say it in exactly the same tone he would've once used at the training grounds when her shots bested his, just to make it clear there's zero accusations happening. Some part of him is also aware of the unfairness of joking now and in forcing the pendulum swing of the conversation back from the ledge it's teetering on. There's much in the here and now they'll have to focus on, and Claude glances up to follow the path of a guard walking by before looking back at Petra once again, good humor fading slightly. ]
The last wagon into Cadens for today should be leaving soon so they can make it there and back here before sundown. I have to be on it, and the offer still stands for you to come back with me.
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She has always been taught that war should be approached honorably, that to fight for what you believe in is a worthy cause, and while she does try to hold those values close to her heart, something changed the first time she met a friend on the battlefield. She felt that belief falter, even if only briefly. War is not something to be approached lightly, and she is glad to brush it aside for the time being, even if she knows they will speak of it again. It is too immediate for them not to.
She offers a rueful smile in response to his own, letting out a huff of breath.]
I am flattered that you are believing me to be so cunning. It would be fun to be surprising even you!
[She's no slouch when it comes to tactical maneuvers, certainly, but she's no Claude. She knows that well.
Once the guard passes, she leans forward to speak to her current co-conspirator, keeping her voice low.]
Sounds to me like we are having no time to waste. I will be going with you— I do not want to risk staying here, and I would much rather be with a friend. I am sure Sylvain will want to be coming with us.
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[ Much easier to dance around any seriousness at hand, especially in the midst of plans to get away from the barracks as fast as possible. Though his hope of finding a familiar face was confirmed and is a relief he hadn't realized he was missing, Claude's every bit as uneasy to be here again with the military looming. It'd be all too simple for them insist upon the Summoned staying, and there's not much they could do about it if it happened.
All this to say: Petra's affirmation she won't be staying does turn his smile more towards honesty. It never hurts to hear it again, not when there's much at stake by staying here and more to it than they'll understand - even worse in light of leaving war behind to arrive to one threatening to start - and so he nods. No reason to disagree with there being no time to waste, and Claude starts collecting his tray. ]
Let's divide and conquer, then. You find Sylvain and tell him he doesn't get to stay here, and I'll let the wagon driver know there's three of us heading into Cadens and not to leave without us. If the rooftops there don't meet your standards, you have my full permission to let me know exactly where each and every one falls short. Deal?
[ He is, as usual, (mostly) kidding. ]
We can wrap this one whenever, thank you for sticking with it! Cuties…
[Kidding or otherwise, it’s absolutely the kind of deal she can get behind, and it earns another honest smile from her- something she is all too glad to give, considering their uneasy circumstances. It’s nice to have something to smile about, given that they’ve more or less been kidnapped.
She braces both hands against the table as she rises from her seat, giving him a firm nod as she prepares to leave the rest of her dinner uneaten. She doesn’t typically lean towards being wasteful, but time is of the essence, and she’s eaten enough for now.]
Divide and conquer. I will be finding him quickly- he cannot evade a hunter of my skill for even a moment.
[Also, he tends to be loud.]
very cute!! <33 it's a wrap!
Once you're both ready, let's meet outside by the front doors. The wagon should be getting loaded up with supplies right now so it's easy enough to find because it'll stand out. See you in a bit, then?
[ Since they're already standing and then on the move, Claude doesn't see a point in lingering. He'll tackle finding the driver since the man should be around somewhere near it or maybe in the storerooms moving crates to take back, and let Petra set off and, simultaneously, leave Sylvain to his fate.
If only Claude had any idea about those tying up skills Petra has. ]