TEST DRIVE MEME

[theflaws]

TEST DRIVE MEME

PREMISE PLOT ARRIVAL SETTING NAVIGATION

01. ARRIVING IN PELEA
A cold wind singing down from the white-capped mountains which hang blue-black in the distance stirs your cheek, the tall grass all around you. A bough creaks as the wind makes it tremble, and the dappled shadows drift over you, leaves rustling. As you blink awake, you hear the quiet hiss of water over stones. You are not where you once were!

You and a large group of strangers are blinking awake, pulling yourselves up off the dirt, grass, and rubble near a small wooded stream. There is no evidence of civilization in sight, and as you exchange stories you realize that you must decide what to do.

Will you head past the trees and towards the mountains? Deeper into the forest? Stay put and wait for help to arrive? You might even try to meet everyone else, and either convince them to band together... or head their separate ways.

02. CITY SLICKER
There are many cities throughout the world of Pelea, and in most player characters, the Flaws, are welcomed as curiosities. From the pastoral villages or bustling, grand cities of Shousal to the massive, sprawling bureaucratic centers of the Empire, your characters will find a wide variety of cultures and races to interact with and investigate. They could be seeking empoyment, answers to the mystery of their arrival, or a quiet place to drink away their worries.

03. WILDCARD!

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In the Forest

[brothraki]

[ The golden-scaled dragon in the crook of his burly arm screeched a trilling cry of warning and agitation, leathery wings fanning out. Though easily the size of a medium-sized dog, it looked no bigger than a cat against the backdrop of his caretaker.

Drogo, hair and beard tidily shorn, wearing the spare, un-ornamented garb of a low-class Draichurithan soldier, eyed the shadow for a long moment.

And then, unperturbed, drawled, ]

You own these trees?

[sinuosity]

[ A dragon. She suppresses her wonder, naturally, a beast is a beast no matter how mythical, and other creatures like it walk these forests. She raises her chin up, defiantly, staring him down; no tightening of grip on her bow or reaching for any of the arrows in the quiver slung over her back. ]

A question demands an answer.

[brothraki]

[ Did it, though? He contemplated her a little more and after a split-second of indecision, just made a vulgar gesture with his offhand and crooned an encouraging sound at the dragon. That's right, little king, show her your teeth. ]

There's your answer.

[sinuosity]

[ Her eyebrows tick upwards briefly. ]

This is my hunt. A better question is: how badly do you wish for an arrow through your eye?

[brothraki]

It is summer, girl. And the traveling party beyond the treeline has made enough noise to scare away game. You would have better luck with snares on smaller beasts than with arrows.

Or, come with me to the river, and let Rhaegal fish for you. He is better than any arrow.

[ He nodded to indicate the dragon, which trilled quietly at the sound of its name, uncertainty receding in the wake of such (bullishly idiotic) confidence from the man who carried him. ]

[sinuosity]

I am after bandits.

[ Airily. She does offer the dragon a small, respectful nod. ]

The farmers on the outskirts of the city want their hide and heads. They are on this road, towards the mountains.

[brothraki]

[ Bandits? He looked from her towards the path which stretched into the foothills. Pursed his mouth, clearly considering the idea. After a long silence, he asked, ]

Are they riders?

[sinuosity]

[ It's not an odd question. She tilts her head. ]

The coin is mine, you may take any horses you find if you wish.