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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to the very first 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 two 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 here. For general game questions please still use the FAQ.

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.

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 baring 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.

"I beg your pardon," he says, so absorbed in the pages of the book that he doesn't bother to look up, "I am Ambrose Rhett, the High Mage of the Kingdom of Thorne. One of my apprentices will explain everything in a moment, but please refrain from yelling and thrashing about until then. You're quite alright, and screaming gives me a hell of a headache."

Regardless of your response, he keeps flipping through the heavy tome, until he stops on one specific page, stares at it for a moment, and then exclaims:

"Aha!"

Scenario One: Welcome to Thorne

Ambrose's expression brightens, eyes twinkling with delight. 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.

"Success! It's a success!" he exclaims, slamming the book shut and scurrying towards you.

Now that he's not hunching over the book, he doesn't seem quite so stuffy and inapproachable. The apprentices all seem quite relieved at his jovial outburst, 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, you're an honored guest here," 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 (everyone appears to have arrived within the last few days), or you can wander around and meet the others.

There's also a dining hall stocked with all sorts of fancy food to meet every possible dietary need, and a library filled with epic tales and legends and the history of Thorne. Given that this is the Thorne library, it may be a biased account that makes the Kingdom look a fair bit better than the rest of the world sees them. Last but not least, there's a study hall where a few junior mages (younger and less experienced than the apprentices from earlier) might be willing to teach you some simple elemental magic. Think holding a small flame in the palm of your hand, or blowing a door shut with a gust of wind.

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 spending too much time with the prisoners will lead to some suspicion being cast upon you. If you ask anyone why the prisoners are being held there, you'll be told that they pose a great threat to the Kingdom (and, by extension, the entire world).

Scenario Two: Imprisoned

The High Mage scowls, grinding his teeth as he slams the book shut. "Another failure!" he barks at the apprentices, "You lot wouldn't know your ass from a hole in the ground, would you?"

All four of them lower their heads, and two of them mumble an apology that Ambrose either doesn't hear or refuses to acknowledge. "Well, don't just stand there," he says, waving a hand in the air, "We've put all this effort into getting this wretched creature, we may as well put it to good use."

One of the apprentices drops a baggy, rough-feeling tunic, a pair of pants, and some worn sandals in your lap and glares down at you until you put them on (if you refuse, they'll tell you they can kick you back down that well if you don't want to cooperate). They're glaring at the High Mage as much as they're glaring at you (when they're sure he isn't looking, anyway). You might catch one of them long enough to ask them why they're so upset with you, but all they'll say is that the High Mage knows something they don't, and he's awfully upset about it.

Once you're fully clothed, another apprentice clamps some heavy iron shackles around your wrists and leads you on. The High Mage is far ahead of you already, muttering some long string of Thornean curses before he stands up straight and pauses, spinning to face you.

"One more thing," he says, holding one hand in the air and chanting something under his breath, "Can't have you getting too troublesome."

If you had powers, the slight connection you still had to them slips away completely and you're left with nothing as the four apprentices drag you towards the castle. They may answer a few of your questions (with some insults and curses peppered in), but they won't tell you anything important.

Once you arrive at the castle you're brought to the dungeons and thrown into a locked cell. There are four people to a cell, and two sets of bunk beds with a thin and lumpy straw mattress. If you're over six feet tall, these beds are going to be awfully uncomfortable. You might as well meet your roommates. Once per day you're dragged out to an enclosed courtyard for one hour of recreation (with some crude weights, benches, and balls lying around but not much else), where you can meet the rest of the prisoners, but you can also talk to your immediate neighbors in the cells on either side and across the hallway. Just don't yell too much or the guards will snap at you to be quiet.

Everyone in the dungeon is fed one meal a day, and for a prison meal it's decent: a bit of meat, a bun, and a salad. It would seem that the Thornean chefs take too much pride in their craft to send bad food to the dungeons. The meals are all served in equal portions, though, so the smaller prisoners may be overfed and the larger ones may be getting hungry. Feel free to fight for food or share with your cellmates.

Crudely embroidered on the back of every prison tunic is the same image that was on your card and the name of the sign beneath it. A guard may explain a bit about the sign, and tell you some negative stereotypes they hold about yours.

You may be blessed with a visit from one of the more welcomed newcomers, and they may sneak you some extra food or a small book to read or they may share some of the information they've gathered. However, rumors travel fast and some people believe the honored guests in the castle above are somehow responsible for the lot of the prisoners below. And although you may hope for kindness, there's nothing stopping them from being cruel to you if they wish. The guards will certainly turn a blind eye if one of them wishes to take out their frustrations on you.




Questions


How do I choose a scenario for my character?
Pick whichever situation appeals to you most. Whether your character is honored or imprisoned has nothing to do with their personal morality, or how highly they regard themselves and their own accomplishments. Anyone can be put into either situation.

Can I try out both scenarios?
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 Ambrose?
Prisoners will be dragged against their will. Honored guests will be forgiven for their moment of panic or anger if they have one, and Ambrose and the apprentice mages will try to calm them and persuade them further. If they put up too much of a fight and/or start actively attacking anyone, Ambrose will warn them once that he's willing to put them back in the well where they came from (see below), and if they continue to fight he will make good on that promise.

My character intends on causing a lot of trouble (destroying parts of the castle, murdering the castle staff, etc.), what would happen to them?
Characters who make too much trouble for the mages and other staff 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 (if they are an honored guest) or a punishment like denial of food or temporary solitary confinement (if they are a prisoner), and there will be plenty of opportunity for destruction and murder later, but for now the Thorneans have no desire to keep huge liabilities around.

Ambrose will take it especially personally, as this experiment was his idea and too much trouble would risk the summoning spell being scrapped and potentially result in him being demoted. Rest assured it does not take much for him to throw someone back in the well at this point in time.

Is the power loss for the prisoners permanent?
No, although honored guests will regain their powers first due to the lack of interference from Ambrose, the prisoners will be able to regain theirs soon enough as well.

Can the prisoners talk about anything private, or will they be overheard at all times?
There are guards patrolling the dungeon, but they aren't always within earshot. Most of the attention is being focused on the new guests, so the prisoners will have some opportunities for privacy.

Can my character leave the castle?
For now they will be prevented from leaving the castle, even if they are an honored guest. A bit of a gilded cage, isn't it? They'll also find that any powers they regain cease to work outside of the castle walls (this is also a temporary effect) so flying outside is not an option.

Can my character eventually side against Thorne if I choose to make them an honored guest/can they side with Thorne if I choose to imprison them?
Yes, characters in Scenario 1 will be able to betray Thorne, and characters in Scenario 2 can work themselves into Thorne's good graces.

How much will my choice of scenario affect my character's plot later on?
This choice will have a major impact on gameplay throughout the first few months of the game, and potentially a bit beyond that depending on where our players guide the plot. 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 both scenarios 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 two 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 a put a character on the TDM if their canon is less than 30 days old?
Yes. For this app round, anything that's at least 30 days old when the game opens on June 12th can be applied from.

Do the apprentice mages have names?
Their names are Jeffrey, Grigory, Noelle, and Jolene.


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serpentinthegarden: (Dark ponder)

[personal profile] serpentinthegarden 2021-05-23 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Hiding his face was a very good idea, but more than that.. he needed to hide this clearly prisoner issue robe he was wearing. There was a lampshade sitting appropriately enough on top of a lamp at the head of the staircase they had just climbed but he wasn't drunk enough to think wearing that was a good idea. Crowley instead wandered over to the nearest window and gathered up the curtains. These were quickly fashioned into a a make shift cover up with a hood to cover his head and the rest wrapped like a robe around himself. The window sash from that same curtain set was used as a rope belt to fasten it all in place.

"There we go."

He tugged his makeshift hoodie up over his hair so that the majority of his face was obscured by the fabric.

"Now do you know they way out of this funhouse?"
teafling: (Default)

[personal profile] teafling 2021-05-24 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly watched Crowley's Disney Princess display of converting curtains to clothing with a look of being absolutely impressed.

"Okay. That was really good." Molly who had just barely fashioned a toga from a large tapestry once admired the skill it took to make curtains look like something a person was actually supposed to wear. He was especially impressed that nobody witnessed any of this.

"Of course I do." He did not, in fact, remember the way out. But he'll be damned if he didn't confidently walk the corridor as if he knew the way.
serpentinthegarden: (Sofa brooding)

[personal profile] serpentinthegarden 2021-05-25 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Back in ye-olden-days one often had to make do with a bit of cloth and a length cord in order to make an outfit presentable as buttons and zippers had not yet been dreamed of. Turning a curtain into a fitting robe was only a matter of getting the folds to fall in the right places but Crowley accepted the compliment, feeling that much more proud of himself as he followed Molly on down the hallway. Just walk like you own the place and most people wouldn't even think to question it!

"Everything is so posh up here."

He said while walking by a set of candlesticks that looked to him like they were clad in gold.

"I shouldn't be surprised. Those at the top get the best... Do many people up here even know about the dungeon in the basement?"

teafling: (pic#14876284)

[personal profile] teafling 2021-05-25 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a castle, there's always a dungeon." Even though they passed through the castle without much notice, Molly wished he had his scimitars on hand. Eventually, someone was going to notice an empty cell downstairs and shit was going to go down.

He stopped at a divergence of hallways. "Alright, I lied. I have no idea how to get out of here. Care to make a guess on which way we should go?" And if he had his tarot deck, he would've just drawn a card to make the decision for him.
serpentinthegarden: (Crowley)

[personal profile] serpentinthegarden 2021-05-26 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
In hindsight he really should have thought to pack the bunk with pillows to make it look like there was a sleeping Crowley lump still in the cell but once the door had opened he had been off like a racehorse at the Downs. He had been down there an entire HOUR which was too long for any demon to try and stand still or behave.

"You lied?" Crowley came to a stop in the same intersection and looked to the floor. "Well done. I never would have known."

Molly had seemed so convincing... Or he was too trusting.

The hallways all looked alike to him. They were both beat, with decorations handing from the walls... paintings, curtains, suits of armor and carpet runners that ran down along the middle of each one. Hm. Which... if he looked down at that carpet long enough looked a little more worn in one direction than the other. Crowley pointed down that pathway.

"More people seem to be going this way. I figure that either makes it the front door or the bathroom."
teafling: (pic#14876295)

[personal profile] teafling 2021-05-27 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Really? It wasn't even one of my better lies." Molly wasn't entirely sure if Crowley was being facetious or not, but he seemed sincere.

He looked down at the carpet, trying to see the wear of it the same way Crowley did. He'd just have to take his companion's word on this one. "I think you might be on to something. At the very least, it might lead us to the kitchen." He figured that had to be a pretty popular destination, even in a castle.

Without any further hesitation, Molly headed down that corridor, hoping the door that lay at the end of it led outside and not to a toilet.
serpentinthegarden: (Another good profile)

[personal profile] serpentinthegarden 2021-05-27 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
It was subtle wear at first, just fibers that looked like they had been scrunched more than those in the other hall, but as they walked on the carpets began to look even older. The pile was crushed and slightly dirty like many dusty feet had trampled over it. This hall lead to a very large door with golden trim. Clearly the exit!

"Of course I'm onto something. They wouldn't put a kitchen behind a set of doors like these!"

Striding boldly forward Crowley marched his way up to it and threw open it's large doors... only to find himself and Molly standing in the middle of a room full of armored soldiers who looked up from their card games and stared directly at them. It was a guard's lounge.

teafling: (pic#14871166)

[personal profile] teafling 2021-05-27 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Molly's eyes widened at the sight of the guards. "I did not expect that," he said without looking away from the group of soldiers. The fact that they were playing cards tempted the con man in Molly, but that would maybe be a little too risky with his jailbird companion.

"Sorry, gentlemen. Seems like we took a wrong turn. Just looking...for the toilet." If they gave Molly any notice, it was only because he was a horned purple devil being. They seemed a little more focused on Crowley. Molly looked at Crowley and his very convincing attire, racking his brain for any kind of explanation.

"He's my cleric," he quickly added. "I have such a deep devotion to the Platinum Dragon that I have my own personal priest. Comes with me everywhere."
serpentinthegarden: (Not so bad)

[personal profile] serpentinthegarden 2021-05-28 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Never leave the guest rooms with out one!"

Crowley spoke merrily as if he were actually this personal cleric Molly had claimed he was as he walked over to one of the card tables and peered into the center where the soldiers had their pot of money waiting for a winner.

"Hey guys. Who's ahead?"

Should he have been grabbing a chair and sitting down with the fellas? No. But they did have a rather large bottle of wine sitting there and after being in that parched jailcell for as long as he had been, hours, he couldn't resist helping himself to a good long swig of the stuff.

"Come on in, have a seat, the uh... Platinum Dragon likes a guy who can handle a drink."
teafling: (pic#14876284)

[personal profile] teafling 2021-05-31 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
A man after his own heart. Molly followed Crowley's lead and pulled a chair up to the table, folding his arms on top of it, taking up more space than necessary.

"Gentlemen," he said with a toothy grin. "Name's Mollymauk. I'm one of the guests here. Deeply religious and devoted to the Platinum Dragon, so I had the mages send for a cleric." Just a little more explanation to his story.

"What are we playing?" He raised his eyebrows in interest, looking around the table at each soldier who seemed to look either confused or annoyed by his presence. It was all the same to Molly.

"I'll just watch for now. You can deal me in on the next hand."
serpentinthegarden: (Dark ponder)

[personal profile] serpentinthegarden 2021-05-31 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
A few fleeting glances were tossed between the assembled guards but was there really any harm in playing a hand or two with one of the new arrivals? He wasn't trying to leave the castle after all and... he did have a cleric which seemed to place many at ease.

One of the guards finally spoke up while dealing out a hand to those sitting at the table which now also included Molly, "Iron Cross, the final card's wild. Place your bets now and go after Martin. He's the big winner tonight."

Martin was smiled a toothy grin and added his coins to the center pot to start the game while Crowley wandered about the room, taking in each guard's demeanor, the cards in their hand, and tying a few shoelaces together when he could do so without alerting anyone to the trick. With them all sitting it was easy enough to do. It was just a little insurance in case this went pear-shaped.



teafling: (pic#14871166)

[personal profile] teafling 2021-05-31 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"A bet...right right right. Any of you lovely fellows want to spot me this round? Kind of showed up here naked as the day I was born. I'm good for it!" This was not met with any kind of approval or acceptance and the dealer merely reached over and scooped the cards back into the remaining deck.

Shit. This usually went better with coins in his purse and cards up his sleeves and both were decidedly empty.

"Cleric? Got any coin on your person?" Molly looked over at Crowley, hoping the other man had sticky fingers.
serpentinthegarden: (Not so bad)

[personal profile] serpentinthegarden 2021-06-01 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
NRK! Slightly panicked his hands dropped swiftly away from the guard's boot he had been reaching for to the laces on his own shoes as if he had been fixing them the whole time and not setting a little trap. Such a brief 'what are you doing sending them looking at me' glare was shot at Molly but once his laces were 'fixed' he smiled and set about patting his robe as if looking for his coin purse.

"I seem to be a little short myself but hey," He brightened like he had just had the most brilliant of brilliant ideas, "Why not spot our new acolyte there enough for a hand and I will throw a blessing in?"

Joke's on you lot you would be getting a blessing from a demon!

"One feat of magical enchantment to the winner! Who's game?"

Nevermind that his magic didn't work... he would have to fake it if Molly lost!