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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] akmapansa 2024-02-12 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Yohan takes his papers back, fighting down a frown. He checks over Warden Digiorno’s shoulder just to double-check. No Spymistress. How unfortunate

“When will she return,” he more demands than asks, his impatience showing. “The matter is urgent.”
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[personal profile] pittance 2024-02-12 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Your guess is as good as mine," It's been a while since Vance crawled his way up to Kirkwall, but he knows better than to flap his gums about Yseult being away on mission. "If it's a matter of intelligence, I expect the Commander'll have you."

A pause,

"That might still take a stretch." The lights were off in the Forces office when he passed. Flint's not in, either. Vance squints, takes in the fancy threads, the accent. Some vestigial formality asserts itself: "Can I ask the nature of your business?"

His own shirt is understated, but that kind of fabric doesn't come of a Warden's stipend.
Edited 2024-02-12 05:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] akmapansa 2024-02-12 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am to be reassigned to Riftwatch, on orders from the Inquisition," Yohan replies, schooling the growing frown that threatens to take over his face. He was right to suspect this operation to be as useless as most nobles in Val Royeaux.

He gives his cloak a flourish, just enough to show the crest of the Kang Dukedom beneath the black fabric. Blood still weeps from his left side, staining the brocade. The orders indicated Yohan to serve as a spy, wherever the Spymistress wishes. He would prefer Orlais, certainly, but it seems his luck has him remaining in the Free Marches for now.

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[personal profile] pittance 2024-02-12 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh-huh," He says, instead of heard you the first time. When you grow up with it all bent around your finger, the rest of the world makes for a rude awakening. This isn't urgent. "Did someone get you settled with a -"

A room, a crystal, the piles of mundane paperwork that don't require anyone's specific attention. It's not his job, but the Order needs to keep things friendly around here. If that means holding the hand of some puffed-up human prick,

Kang opens his cloak, and Vance's eyes narrow. The shift in attention is immediate. It isn't for his sigil.

"Put pressure on that," Barked, sharp. "Your hands, over it. Like this."

He demonstrates with his own, goes fishing for a crystal. Someone ought to know to expect them. Of course the Infirmary is down six flights.
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[personal profile] akmapansa 2024-02-12 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yohan runs his tongue under his upper lip, barely holding in a scowl. The attention to his wound is hardly as urgent as his position within the organization.

"I have ridden with it this far," he replies, clipping his cloak shut around himself again. "Waiting for your Spymistress will hardly to me more harm."

After all it took a confident stride toward the Waking Sea for the poison and the blood loss to take him under. Nevermind the three healers it required to bring him back from the brink of death.

Though all the climbing of stairs had make him start to sweat with the effort.
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[personal profile] pittance 2024-02-12 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, and I'm not cleaning up the puddle. Come on," He mutters something brisk into the crystal, and grabs for an arm. "She doesn't talk to corpses."

It's a long way down. Vance positions himself like a crutch.
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[personal profile] akmapansa 2024-02-12 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"And I'm not a child who needs to be handled as such," the niceties are dying away as he pulls his arm away. "I can walk on my own and I'll find another head of ministry to talk to." He tucks his cloak tightly around himself and tries to start down the stairs, albeit with a furrowed, sweaty brow.
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[personal profile] pittance 2024-02-12 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Vance glances back at the clustered offices. Thinks better of saying anything. Settles for trailing, a flight back, to make sure the guy doesn't trip and die.

Orlesians. Couldn't have been them that took up with darkspawn, make everyone's lives a sight easier -

When he's certain Kang hasn't fallen, he peels off; back up the steps. There's still business in the library.
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[personal profile] akmapansa 2024-02-13 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Once Yohan is back on the firm ground, he turns, draws a black-feathered arrow, and aims back at the tower. It takes more effort than he likes, but he focuses on Vance’s door before releasing.

He doesn’t get to hear the satisfying clunk of the arrow burying itself in the wood of the door, but he smirks all the same. That’s the last time anyone underestimates him.
Edited 2024-02-13 00:45 (UTC)