test drive
Firstly, thank you for your interest! Secondly, since the game hasn't begun and therefore characters haven't actually gone to a world yet, this test drive is going to be a little different. It's intended to be presented as a mini-mission of sorts, on a much smaller scale and timeframe than a real mission in-game but with a somewhat similar feel. Because of this, if you join the game, you're allowed to count this as game canon, so make sure you make choices you want to follow your character into the game!
You know how this works, so go forth and have fun, and don't forget to reserve!
BASICSAnwick might have been a beautiful town once. It's hard to tell now, since most of the buildings are scorched and crumbling, but they do resemble some rural modern-day buildings. Likewise, the people don't appear to be living too much in the past; several are carrying intimidating guns. For years, Anwick has been terrorized by dragons, living in fear of the next attack. Not anymore.
The people have just ended a bloody battle. Several people limp towards the outskirts of town, holding their bleeding wounds or new burns. In the center of town lies a slain dragon, the last full-grown one left in the world. To be honest, it looks like they've already taken care of their own problem.
A monotonous voice comes through your communication device to explain. You aren't here to help the townspeople; you're here for the dragons. The one motionless on the ground may have been the last adult, but it certainly wasn't the last dragon. Her children are located in a nearby cave, alone and orphaned. They're the ones you need to protect.
WYRMLINGSThe wyrmlings are still growing up, only the size of a small dog. Each has a slightly different appearance, but all of them have at least a few bright copper scales. They're beautiful, and they look a little bit harmless... at least, until they notice you. These dragons have never been exposed to humans before. Or anyone outside of their family, for that matter. They're small and scared, and they don't know any other way to protect themselves than to attack. Luckily, because of their tiny size, they can't do much more than small burns at a time — but make no mistake, it still hurts like hell.
The cave they're located in is pitch-black and labyrinthine. Every footstep echoes throughout it if you aren't light enough on your feet. It'll be difficult to navigate if you don't MacGyver yourself a torch or other form of lighting. Cell phones will work decently, at least until their battery dies, but you don't want to get stuck deep within the cave with no light.
If you do manage to get through the cave and rescue some without getting burned to a crisp, the trouble's not over yet. You'll have to find a safe place to stash them until they can be relocated; the townspeople aren't done with their dragon-slaying yet, after all. Walk into town with one in tow, and you're putting a target on your back. (Of course, this doesn't mean you can't do it.)
PROMPTSONE ✗ GOING ROGUE
Not feeling too obedient? Maybe you're ignoring the orders and helping the wounded people in town instead... or just coming to gawk. Maybe you're coming to slay the wyrmlings yourself. Whatever it is, at least try to be sneaky about it.
TWO ✗ THE DRAGON'S CAVE
Try to navigate the cave, fail to navigate the cave and get lost, or try to take the wyrmlings without getting barbecued. Somehow, you get the feeling that you aren't alone. Those footsteps are probably just your imagination... or they could be townspeople coming to kill you and the dragons. Of course, they could also be an ally, but you'd better hope you don't find out.
THREE ✗ HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON
You've gotten the dragon(s) to a secure campsite out of town, but the fun's not over yet. They're kind of freaking out a little. Some of them are still spitting fire. Even the less aggressive ones are crying shrilly, bound to attract townspeople or at least annoy everyone nearby. It can't be too hard to calm them down; they're basically scaly, fire-breathing babies, right?
FOUR ✗ NIGHT TIME
It's been a long day, and now it's time for the crew to sleep. Get to know your tentmates, try to ignore them, pray that they don't want to bring along a wyrmling to cuddle... or maybe you've been put on night watch with a few others, in which case you'd better find a way to pass the time until your shift's over.
FIVE ✗ CHIT CHAT
Network option! Maybe you've got a little downtime and you're bored. Or maybe you're frantically asking the rest of the team how bad a dragon bite is. Maybe you're just trying to figure out how the hell this magical jewelry thing works. No matter what, you get one username to identify you and one only — if you don't enter one, it will default to your real name (for example, Voldemort's would be tomriddle.) Choose wisely... or make it assfarts69, if that's your thing. More information on the network is here!
SIX ✗ WILDCARD
Do whatever the hell you want. Explore the ashes of the burned city, try to run as far away from this crap as possible, or try to teach a wyrmling tricks. The world is your oyster. |
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thirstology2015-09-14 06:51 pm
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[Not when he ran out of them a good half hour ago, thus reducing them to this. Verity gives him A Look, because if he thinks for one second that he's going to go skipping off and leave her with these-
And that's when one of the babies snaps.]
Ow, okay, that does it.
[Verity stands up beside him, checking the tip of her her thumb for blood.]
Think, you have to know something else that might work. Isn't this more your kind of thing anyway?
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well, kind of. he's at least there to witness this, to step in if Verity needs a hand, but not to stop her from trying to test the waters for herself. ]
You need to assert yourself.
[ he sounds all too calm for the situation, twisting his fingers in the air with a smug smirk. ]
Well, that and a little magic.
[ maybe he lied. maybe he does have some tricks under his sleeve. in a great show of wiggly fingers and over-dramatic gestures, he's woven a few suitable illusions, mainly a few oversized butterflies to distract the little dragons.
Loki puts his hands on his hips. ]
A job well done.
[ it's not over yet, bro. ]
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You could've done that all along, you know.
[Of course he knows. It's not even an accusation, just cold hard facts. He is a terrible friend, but she just can't give up on him. Verity crosses her arms over her chest, watching the very real baby dragons crane their necks at some very unreal butterflies.]
Not yet. We have to find someplace to let them go where the townspeople can't find them. ...If they're old enough to be released.
[She frowns at that and starts biting at her thumbnail. They could be stuck babysitting a little while yet.]
How long do they normally stay with their mom?
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for the moment, the little dragons are distracted, letting out some very literal steam at the over sized (almost prehistorically large) illusions.
Loki holds a hand to his chin, looking comically regal as he squints at them. ]
Oh, well ... probably ... [ a thoughtful pause. ] Not a clue. It varies, ah, moooooost likely? [ unsure, he sounded unsure. ] I don't really consider myself an expert in the behaviors of multiversal dragons. That and this wasn't exactly in the instructions.
[ it's now debatable how long the dragons will find the illusions a suitable distraction. ]
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In other words, you don't know.
[Which he also could've said sooner. One thing Verity is starting to see is a pattern here.]
Loki.
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he looks particularly scandalized, like his name is some kind of accusation. ]
What?
[ that's a mom tone of voice. she's taking a mom tone of voice with him. he shifts his weight from one hip to the other, crossing his arms over his chest and trying to look partially justified, even when he has absolutely no leg to stand on. ]