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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houndholt.

[shockput]

[ In Shousal, Mjolnir stays hidden under a thick dark cloak in the local fashion; Thor moves unhindered by foot or horse, though neither suits him very much. It is best not to draw the attention of the Knights, and his purpose to their little group is served when there is steady work available — he has little to offer besides strength and the success of a hunt. Houndholt is always in need of a strong arm, and he's known to the innkeeper, who offers him a quiet spot away from the others and his own ale. ]

[ It's thankful he is sitting down when Loki enters, more so when he speaks. He finishes the ale as Loki hears potential offers, then, at last stands, catching his brother's eye. It is him, he may wear any guise he wishes and Thor thinks — he would know. He moves outside. This is not a conversation for other ears. ]

We grieved for you.

[ It is an accusation only for their parents. ]

I've heard much of what mischief you wrought. Tell me it is not true.

Re: houndholt.

[thatboyisamonster]

[ For a few seconds, Loki could do nothing but stare. Thor. That blasted buffoon had found himself here. How? When? Careless! He'll never be able to escape now. Thor no longer jumps at shadows and illusions.

. . . Or does he? Looking closer, the wear and tear of mending the realms has not settled on Thor's shoulders like a tattered cloak. He is younger, brighter, full of earnest hope. No, this was a Thor that changed, fresh from the press of young love and learning. Loki inhales sharply. A Thor he still hated, all the same.

All the same. What difference did it make if this . . . younger version parroted lines Loki already knew? Nothing. Nothing changes. Except the rules of the game.

So he flutters his eyelashes, coquettish and sly. ]

Really, Thor. I know you have no manners, but such a greeting paints you in such a shabby light.

What does it matter what tales I spin and tell? It sounds as though you've made up your mind.