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 of them player characters, the Flaws, are welcomed as curiosities. Whether they're among the passionate, oft thought as hot-headed, but hospitable folk of the Banner or the noble and haughty people of the Empire, your characters will find a wide variety of cultures, races and simply people to interact with and investigate. They could be seeking employment, answers to the mystery of their arrival or other folk like themselves, or a quiet place to drink away their worries.

03. WILDCARD!

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[snaphiss]

[Mara's hold on the Force is too tenuous to be able to sense anything concerning the Dark Side on purpose. Seeped in it for so long, it barely registers to her as abnormal. She is suspicious of this cloaked old man, though it's mostly because Mara Jade is suspicious of nearly everyone. Though the image of an old man in a dark cloak does conjure up some anxious memories for Mara.]

Stop, [she says, before she can, well, stop herself. Now what?] He's just a child.

[She reaches out to wrench the purse from the boy's fingers with a roughness that belies her kind word. The boy, clearly terrified, begins quietly to cry.]

[tyranus]

Save your tears, boy.

[He rises to his feet again, his aged boned moving with a youthful limber despite his years. The boy remains there, no doubt expecting a thorough punishment. He turns his attention to Mara.]

Do you intend to spare him? It will only mean someone else's purse if you do.

[snaphiss]

That's not my problem. [Though her giving chase in the first place puts that statement at odds with her actions.] Maybe a run-in with you is frightening enough to put him on the straight and narrow.

[tyranus]

[This gives him cause for a cold chuckle.]

If an old man was enough to frighten him, he would have long given up his thievery.