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Fade Rift Mods ([personal profile] faderifting) wrote in [community profile] allthisshitisweird2023-05-02 05:40 pm
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Test Drive!

TEST DRIVE MEME

While in some alternate, tidier timeline, the War against the Elder One ended years ago, you're not in that timeline. It's 9:49, and the war continues. An enemy force partially occupies Orlais and has decimated several Marcher Cities, while the Chantry, aided by the Inquisition, has marshaled Orlais and the faithful of Southern Thedas into a new Exalted March against the army of demon-bound Wardens, Red Templars, Venatori loyalists, and darkspawn Corypheus has amassed. Rifts are still scattered across the continent, periodically spitting out strangers from strange worlds with green-glowing anchors embedded in their hands. There's no Herald of Andraste to save Thedas. Someone else is going to have to do it.

You're part of (or allied with, recently hired by, imprisoned by, etc.) an organization, dubbed Riftwatch, that split off from the Inquisition several years ago. Riftwatch consists of these otherworldly new arrivals, rebels and Wardens, and other people who want to prevent the apocalypse without necessarily marching under the Chantry's banner to do it. Their headquarters is an island fortress called the Gallows—formerly a Circle of Magi, more formerly a prison for slaves, but its new occupants have done a good job removing the more grotesque reminders of that past and making the place livable. Their goal is to do what the Chantry can't or won't do, to go more directly after Corypheus and the dark magic he employs, and to keep the Veil from coming apart entirely.

Maybe you're here because you want to help. Maybe you need the money (though there isn't much of it). Maybe you acquired an anchor and sticking around is the only way to prevent your hand from killing you. Maybe you've been sent by the Chantry or some other entity to keep an eye on everyone—they're rumored to be a lot of weirdos and troublemakers. Or maybe you're a new rifter and just going where the nice people with swords tell you that you need to go.

NOTE: This is a static test drive! We post them once per year or so and continue to use them for a long time, so you're never late. Current players are encouraged to track new top-level comments.


I. THE FREE MARCHES: Hasmal, Tantervale, and most recently Starkhaven have all fallen to the Tevinter incursion, leaving Kirkwall the largest city-state in the Free Marches to remain unoccupied. For Riftwatch, that means the war is closer to home than ever, and traveling anywhere north of the mountains runs the risk of running into enemy scouting parties. Perhaps you've been sent out to find these scouts before they find the unwary, or perhaps you're just trying to pass through unnoticed to Antiva or Rivain when you run into trouble. Or maybe you're more in the thick of it: joining the Free Marches armies in harassing the occupying army as best they can from outside the city, or slipping your way into one of them to gather intelligence or meet with an ally.

II. THE WAKING SEA: When Riftwatch isn't traveling by griffon or magic mirror, it frequently travels by sea, courtesy of a small assortment of allied pirate ships. So welcome aboard. The sea is choppy and frequently violent—violent storms, violent enemy ships, or both at once—and the crew may not have much patience for incompetence, so either make yourself useful above or try not to get sick below.

III. KIRKWALL: Even when enormous evil darkspawn are trying to take over the known world and you and your colleagues might be the only ones who can truly stop him, you can't work all the time. And when you aren't working, Kirkwall is there for you with its dingy Lowtown taverns, its flashy Hightown establishments, its market stalls and street musicians and cellars hosting gamblers. (Or maybe you can work all the time, and you're in the city to do some official shopping, try to spy on a suspicious character, or show a potential financial backer a good time.)

IV. SEND A MESSAGE: Each member of Riftwatch is assigned a blue crystal, small enough to wear around the neck, that can transmit voice messages, as well as an enchanted book tied to that crystal that can be used to exchange written messages. They're secure enough to discuss the war, if you'd like to get down to business, but loosely controlled enough to ask a question or play a game with only a few rolled eyes from people who hate fun.

V. WILDCARD: From the Gallows' library to the pirate islands off the coast, from Hightown's high-priced market stalls to the bloody frontlines of the war, Thedas is yours to explore.

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[personal profile] untiltheyarent 2024-01-23 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, here it is. Fifi's expression relaxes somewhat as she folds her hands in front of her, attentive and polite, preparing to do a lot of nodding. "Is it," she asks mildly. Maybe when she gets back to the Gallows she'll tackle that stain in the central tower's entryway-- but what's the point, if people are just going to track mud all over it? Is it a pride thing?
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[personal profile] succise 2024-01-23 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Vega says, working herself up again, fixated on the flags. "And apparently it wasn't enough to come all the way from Tevinter, on my mare who is unused to such long distances, all alone, with no company. I suffered, to make it here, such terrible weather and road conditions, only to arrive and realise the Chantry is gone.

"Exploded—" she corrects, looking to Fifi for confirmation and sympathy, her hands squeezing up into tight fists. "Exploded! And because of this," she is brandishing her left fist now, shaking it in Fifi's direction, "I cannot leave, and must stay here until the war adjourns! This is a terrible inconvenience!"
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[personal profile] untiltheyarent 2024-01-24 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
It's not until Vega looks her way again that Fifi nods emphatically, meeting the girl's eyes with nothing behind her own, though that gradually changes as a fist enters the picture and the possibility of violence emerges.

A little slow on the uptake, because she fully has not been listening, Fifi blinks at her. Then, politely, "have you thought to join Riftwatch?"
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[personal profile] succise 2024-01-24 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Have I thought—" is half-laughter, tight and incredulous. She brandishes her fist again. "I must join it, apparently!"
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[personal profile] untiltheyarent 2024-01-24 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Fifi takes a step back, now regarding her with some consternation. Relax with the fist thing ok, "I meant no offense, Mademoiselle."
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[personal profile] succise 2024-01-24 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
"No," Vega gasps, reining herself in sharply, suddenly self-aware. "No. None taken."

Abruptly, she returns to looking lost and big-eyed.

"... My apologies."
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[personal profile] untiltheyarent 2024-01-24 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
This is almost as surprising as the fist thing. Standing completely still a moment, as she assesses the situation and decides how to react, Fifi eventually lands on Be Helpful once again.

"No need," she replies, her little smile returning, "for what it's worth, you'll not be the first to join against your will. You'll find good company in the Riftwatch ranks, should you look for it."
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[personal profile] succise 2024-01-25 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"You know a lot about Riftwatch," she observes, now staring at Fifi, searching her for clues. "I assume you are part of it."

Not a question. This thing is spoken as fact. She adds, "Your name?"
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[personal profile] untiltheyarent 2024-01-25 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
It's a fair assumption. Fifi nods, offering a little curtsy.

"Josephine," she offers, "I'm employed by the fortress' housekeeping staff." AMONG OTHER THINGs
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[personal profile] succise 2024-01-29 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh," Vega says, relieved. "Housekeeping."

Good. "I should like to go and speak to the person in charge of Riftwatch; you may announce my arrival to them."
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[personal profile] untiltheyarent 2024-01-29 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Fifi's eyes go a bit wider than normal, something in the glimmer of them reminiscent of a hunting cat.

"Oh, may I?"
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[personal profile] succise 2024-01-29 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, swiftly. Lady Vega Arany of Vyrantium is my title."

Because she'll be needing that.
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[personal profile] untiltheyarent 2024-01-29 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course, mademoiselle."

She curtsies again, turns, and walks out of the garden with purpose, as if intent on doing just that.