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!

Comments

[nockgun]

Patrick gave a somber nod and paid the smoke no mind.

"A Brit," he answered. "It's fine luck for you I'm such a good Catholic, else you might've not woke at all."

This was to say, he didn't know this man at all. He looked like the sort of snarling scoundrel that recruiting officers would go about snatching up to be enlisted, so men like Harper could make decent soldiers out of them. He idly wondered how many lashings this man would have to go through before he gained some proper army discipline of his own.

[nomanbutme]

Charles sat there for a while, silent, assessing, smoking his cigarillo. He felt no urgency, even though their surroundings were entirely unknown to him, and danger could have been waiting around the trunk of any tree.

A Brit. He was barely that. He'd never really been a Brit; he'd never known a life like so many others had, like Jack had, like Flint had. He definitely had no love for the Crown.

"Wrong," Charles eventually said. "I'm my own man, I don't answer to any King. I don't answer to any man but myself."

[nockgun]

Harper had a chuckle at that. "Well heaven save us all, you've got some sense in you." He lifted his canteen. "Here's to the king."

He drank once more, already seeming to have forgotten the whole incident with the knife already.

[nomanbutme]

Charles tipped his head at the cheer, resisting spitting in the grass. He wondered - were His Majesty's Navy out here, too?

After a moment, he stands, trying to orient himself. There's a stream, a forest, mountains, and there's no reason for him to go anywhere else than towards the water. He starts walking, and then hesitates, turns around.

"Coming, Irish?"

[nockgun]

He'd rather been hoping to find his own captain rolling about in the grass somewhere, but Richard Sharpe was nowhere to be seen. So after giving a thoughtful grimace, Harper rose and fell into step with his rifle about his shoulder.

"Bloody clever of you," he commented dryly, "picking that name for me. Never had that happen before."

[nomanbutme]

"I'm glad you think I give a shit of your opinion of my creativity," Charles retorts just as dryly, starting to walk determinedly towards the stream. He's very aware of the time of day, and the fact that he's somewhere that is most definitely not the West Indies, and he doesn't have a coat to combat cold.

"But I'd rather get a move on and maybe find something to have for dinner rather than try and bring myself to care, since we'd starve to death before it happened."