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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.

armd: (sideways)

Wylan's room

[personal profile] armd 2024-03-25 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh," Abby says.

For a moment she's too busy looking at everything to give him a proper answer, not out of rudeness, but because she's really interested in this weird, flask-heavy set-up. It seems like something out of a book to her, maybe something like Narnia. After a pause she adds, "I don't know. I guess I don't have one, I just heard — you make all of these yourself?"

Tell her more.
daturameloxia: inkonic @ dreamwidth (y)

[personal profile] daturameloxia 2024-03-25 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"I, ehm, I have a bit of free time on my hands," Wylan passes from behind on table of flasks to stand closer to the door. "And I've never gotten access to some of these seaside ingredients before."

He bobs on his feet a moment before reaching out for one flask, looks at the label and holds it out to Abby.

"A weak lightning bomb," he explains. "Excellent for stunning enemies in the field."

He assumes by Abby's stature that she's in the forces division.
armd: (joking)

[personal profile] armd 2024-03-27 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a good assumption.

Abby takes the flask immediately with a noise of interest, rolling it in her palm very gently. "Stun mine," she mutters, finding an easy comparison. Lightning in a bottle. She looks up. "You're on our side, right?"

He'd better be, if this is what he's bringing to the table.
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[personal profile] daturameloxia 2024-03-27 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
“As long as the Riftwatch will have me,” Wylan replies with a nervous smile.

As long as they can keep him safe from his father, he doesn’t say as he bobs on his heels.

“I’m looking to make my stay permanent if possible.”
armd: (pointing)

[personal profile] armd 2024-03-27 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"We'll have you." Obviously she doesn't get to decide that but standing here, holding the flask and feeling its weight in her hand, it seems like he'd make a good addition to the ranks (especially if he's going to make more of these and let Forces have access to them).

But he seems very young. Like that kid who was here a couple months back, Peter. Maybe even younger; does Riftwatch even take teenagers? She can't remember how old Matthias is off the top of her head.

Amending her previous statement, "Talk to Benedict about it." He's doing that personnel officer stuff now, right? "What do I call you?"
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[personal profile] daturameloxia 2024-03-27 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
“Benedict, thank you,” Wylan nods with a smile.

Then maybe he can do something besides possibly start a fire in his room. Maybe even have the beginning of a lab to work in.

“W-Wylan,” he replies, not providing a last name.
armd: (sideways)

[personal profile] armd 2024-03-27 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm Abby." She hands him back the flask. "What else have you got in there?"

He seems nervous. This is all tugging on something far too familiar; she approaches it like she would have approached Lev, asking questions about what he's doing just to give him a chance to gush.
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[personal profile] daturameloxia 2024-03-27 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
“Fire bombs, frost bombs, poisons,” Wylan rattles off, pointing to each in turn. “If I have a recipe, I can make most flasks.”

Well, if someone reads the recipe to him.
armd: (cocky)

[personal profile] armd 2024-03-27 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"A recipe?" What, like for bread? "I dunno where to get those, but somebody around here'll know more." As for who, hmm... Could be a librarian's assistant task. Abby still hasn't stepped inside of his room, is still lingering on the threshold, arm pressed into the doorframe where she's leaning.

"Can I see a frost bomb?"
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[personal profile] daturameloxia 2024-03-27 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
“I know many recipes from…” uh oh think fast “my home and I learned a few more on my journey here.”

Yes, no one will suspect him now.

“Frost bomb,” he replies as he moves to a flask rack and plucks a cloudy bottle from it.

Returning to the door, he hands over the flask.

“Careful, it’s a bit cold to the touch,” he offers.