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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/squirm. ARRIVAL.

[anothermission]

Venom had come to moments before, and his first priority was checking his iDroid for an updated mission status. There was nothing, the power wouldn't even come on. No matter how much he shook and rattled the device there wasn't so much as a blip or bloop for him to work from. After that, he had surveyed the others rolling around or stumbling about before he went to checking his gear. He still had several guns on him, with ammunition, and was comforted by that. It wasn't that he wasn't completely confident in his Close Quarters Combat skills, but if you could take someone out with a headshot first so much the safer.

The soldier began pushing himself up to his feet when he heard a rattling, disturbing voice behind him. V finished getting stood up before he turned and looked to the wild-eyed man still on the ground. The man looked about his own age, perhaps younger, with strange clothes on like many of the others here. V stood there a moment before he walked closer, holstering his rifle on his back, then leaned down with a hand in offering to help the other up.

"Hey."

/boop

[nosimplewalk]

He still felt in a fit of worry and sorrow as he struggled to bring his thoughts together and his body to function. Pains in his chest and his arm came to grip at him though and it was even more a discomfort to not have found blood or wounds to make sense of that feeling—that ghost of an ache. His breath even coursed through his body in a secret as if he should not even know he was meant to breathe.

A strange noise came from his side and he looked to see a hand before him, a gesture that he would recognize more than the noise. He slowly lifted his hand and curled his fingers in a grip at the hand offered to him. “You are… a stranger here, like myself?” He asked with definite rasp to his voice. Soon he was pulling as he was pulled up to his feet. The taller he became though, the more weight he felt upon his body.

Soon it was becoming clear that he should not look any further for the hobbits—but for himself in this place; however it was he came here. Soon Boromir began to study the man’s face, his clothes, and the strange artifacts decorated across the man’s body. Not much of it made sense, such as the noise he had heard the other make. Hey….?

[anothermission]

If the man's height wasn't impressive enough, his build was. Venom couldn't help but immediately think he would make a good soldier, and then just as quickly told himself he must already be one. That was some anachronistic armor this guy was wearing. His one good eye took in the scuffs and scars on the other's face, then looked down over the odd clothing. Without waiting for permission he reached up with his metal prosthetic hand and gave a friendly wrap of his knuckles against the man's chest.

"Yeah." It had looked like he was suffering some kind of damage when he'd been on the ground there. Venom knew better than most what internal bleeding and hemorrhaging felt like after all. And while the words felt thick and gross on his mouth, he almost added I used to be a medic. Instead he left it at: "Injured? I can take a look."