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Arc Introduction, Month 0
The Pull
Falling asleep, closing one's eyes to die, or simply walking through a doorway... it only takes the slightest lapse of consciousness for the magic to take hold. That sudden feeling of falling within a dream overtakes the senses, lasting far longer than it should. If lucky or nimble, feet will hit the floor rather than spine or face.
Characters find themselves pulled into a new world without warning, and they are now in the spotlight. Literally. From their new vantage point from center stage in a cabaret, they can just barely make out the strange, sprawling figures that form their audience. Hulking animal shapes sit at tables and lean against walls, defining the edges of the dark space. The floorboards glow with untold power, etched with countless runes and scripts, radiating power and… a strangely pleasant smell of vanilla and cinnamon fills the air.
"Charming," says a seemingly disembodied voice, tone bored despite the compliment, "Let this one stay, I'm intrigued by them."
"Suboptimal," responds another voice, this time clearly to the right and behind. Looking over a shoulder, the two speaking stand on opposite sides from one another.
The last to speak, a seven-foot tall goat man, is holding a broken shepherd's staff. The whole of the item is glowing with power and strands of magic wind outward like thread or like marionette strings, as they trail to the new arrivals body at all their joints. The goat man sighs and lowers the staff, dispelling the magic and the strands like extinguishing a flame. Colorful sparks and embers erupt and rise all around the stage, before cooling and disappearing into thin air.
"Welcome, you're one of the Pulled. Now, get off the stage," says that first voice again, from the other figure. They are a slim person of ambiguous gender and seemingly timeless age. They crack a smirk, "we have more of your kind to summon, the good Secretary Theodore will explain further,"
With that, it's time to explore what this strange place and experience holds, because there's seemingly no going back now.
Theodore is not his name...
Whether going willingly or getting kicked off, the most recent Pulled is moved into the off-stage area. A man waits, looking uneasy and stressed but doing his best to project some air of competency. He'll shake hands with anybody who'd like to but doesn't seem surprised or offended if they don't take his hand.
"Good to meet you. I'm Ted, Ydris' secretary," he has an overall exhausted air to him, as he pushes up his glasses.
Every Pulled gets the same, rehearsed explanation of what's going on.
First, a welcome to Myddvai, the name of the world they now find themselves pulled into. Myddvai is the vast World Tree, floating pleasantly through space. It is a highly magical place and thus not always the easiest to explain. He heeds that Pulled might want to curve any... expectations of perfect consistency. This world is highly unpredictable.
In the most basic terms, Myddvai is controlled by forces of Chaos and Order. All magic falls between these two extremes and is, curiously, denoted by flavor. The curious scent of cinnamon and vanilla is caused by the magic at work, summoning in the various Pulled. Ted introduces the two on the stage as Ydris and Ives, who are currently the two most powerful beings active on Myddvai. He urges that getting on either of their bad sides would be unwise.
The two on stage have devised this ritual summoning because the whole of Myddvai is in trouble. Ydris is one of five Dragon Deities, the living gods that oversee the natural order and chaotic forces throughout Myddvai.
Due to "a mishap," the other four Dragons are all unconscious. Many groups are scrambling to find their own solutions or, more concerningly, using this opportunity to seize various forms of control.
Ydris is aligned to Order and cannot allow such grabs at power on their, suddenly very solo, watch. Ives, who is a being with wisdom more ancient than even the gods of this world, has enlisted himself to help with this. The two agree they need outsiders with no biases on the politics of this world, and no motivation outside of what Ydris and Ives can offer them all. The prize for cooperation is a simple choice:
"Pulled are welcome to remain in the world and live out their mortal lives in luxury, heroes that will be favored by all the gods... or, be returned to your homes with new life and power. Even if you aren't interested in going home, there are others who are." Ted glances away for a moment, before his gaze returns to the Pulled, "The choice will be each of yours to make... provided you cooperate. If you're not interested in helping, you can be a normal citizen of the world. That's always an option."
Beyond that overwhelming lore dump, Ted can only answer so many further questions, but feel free to inquire with Ted. He's mostly around to field each Pulled as they're directed off stage to meet him. Other Pulled who have already heard the script can hang around in his space longer, but they'll probably get tired of the same speech over and over. Ted looks like he would love to stop...
Join the Audience
"You can join the rest of the audience. Mingle as much as you'd like," Ted urges to those done with their orientation.
There is only a curtain blocking the backstage from the seating area. Joining the audience reveals that the figures watching this ritual are animal, insect, and arachnid people. Dog, rat, bat, snake... all manner of heads sit expressively upon more human bodies, all dressed in sharp suits, gowns, or mixtures thereof. This appears to be quite the fancy affair!
These are Springtide Vampires, the aristocratic leaders of this particular culture. They eagerly invite Pulled in pairs to sit and socialize with them.
While a few lick their chops at the new arrivals, they insist they are not out for off-world blood. No, what they want is connections to the Pulled. Springtide Families are all headed by a Vampire, and those who grant resources to this endeavor are being promised great favors or riches by Ydris. So, they are hungry for clout more than anything. A few Vampires are interested in making conversation about themselves, but most prefer to simply eavesdrop on any Pulled sitting at their tables and speaking with one another.
Pulled who are especially interesting or social will be slipped a calling card with a family crest: Rat, Dog, Raven, Moth, Cat, or Spider. The Vampire granting the card will instruct Pulled that this will be valuable soon. So, hold onto it for later and guard it against thieves. Pulled can only acquire one of these cards each, so choose carefully. If Pulled decide to trade among themselves, that may come with future consequences.
((Note: Vampires will be NPCs available for interaction below, but players are free to handwave basic interactions, as described above. Receiving one of the calling cards can also be done at player discretion.))
The bar is open to a new you
At the far end of the cabaret is a long bar leading to a kitchen. Mysteriously, the cabaret has no discernable exit. There is a row of seats facing the bartenders and another facing the stage. Both rows are exclusive for Pulled, set aside from the Vampires. Everybody who was pulled in arrived wearing whatever they last had on. If an outfit was too revealing, damaged, or just not comfortable, then Pulled are offered a silken robe and slippers to wear instead.
Whether a waitress or bartender addresses a Pulled, they refer to them as their Myddvai Breed. "What would you like to drink, Elf?" "You look like a hungry Rahuth! How about something from the kitchen?" and so on. All Pulled take on recognizable characteristics native to Myddvai, features determined by the Pull of the universe. Any who ask are told that features are likely to continue to manifest the longer they're on Myddvai. Some Pulled might also experience their form shifting wildly between different breeds and are assured that will settle down eventually. This kind of transformation isn't painful, only strange to experience. Pulled can get told all the basic information available on Myddvai breeds at this time.
Pulled have plenty of time to chat just among themselves at the bar. If endless, freely provided alcohol isn't enough to loosen the tongue, then perhaps sharing a meal will? Pulled are required to order food as pairs or parties, individual requests won't be served. The menu is distinctly lacking in grains, dairy, and red meat, exclusively having vegetable dishes and various seafood on offer. It's all very flavorful and filling, seasoned well, and delivered warm.
If you're facing the stage, there's plenty more being pulled in... and come to find out, not everybody is allowed to stay.
The Ice Storm
Watch and it becomes clear that the ritual doesn't always result in worthwhile Pulled.
The room swells as the pair of powerful beings do each half of the summons. Ives steadies his staff and draws in the smoke generated by Ydris, who looks entirely different. Their human illusion is dropped during a summoning, showing their true form as a fantastical, wax-bodied being of fire and metal. Flames all swirl intensely, creating a smoke that is wound into concentrated magical strings of energy. These lines are what pull people out from their worlds, causing a void in reality from which they arrive through. The tear is quickly stitched back together by those same thread, weaving the space back together again behind the new arrival.
If a Pulled is deemed unworthy, Ives points the staff at them. A flash of light overtakes the entire room. The Vampires appear to all know just the time to duck or hide their eyes when this happens. Except a certain Sir Goodpoint the flash is his favorite part.
After this light dissipates, the person is gone. Seemingly returned home. One would... hope. The next ritual begins again, people stay or go. There seems to be a completely unknown ranking system at play. The Vampires casually mention how many Stars someone is worth in passing. Not everybody chosen has a high rank by this measure, so that doesn't seem to be the deciding factor.
A semi-regular occurrence is the Ice Storm. This is when an unwanted character is Pulled multiple times and everybody in attendance has gotten just so fed up with seeing them. One of the front-row Vampires seems to have started a trend, that of plucking an ice cube from their drink and throwing it at the offending Pulled. Basically, everybody in the audience takes this as a great opportunity to pelt the unwanted Pulled until Ives makes them go away, jeering and booing are optional.
All Pulled in the audience are given cups of ice, wordlessly encouraged to participate. Nobody subjected to the Ice Storm is allowed to remain. Any who stand to object to this will get the Ice Storm directed at themselves, instead. It won't get a Pulled who was already chosen sent back home, but they will get a good pelting for their trouble.
It also makes for a progressively funnier show as new Pulled appear and slip on the remains of the previous Ice Storm. Glad that wasn't you, right? Or maybe it was and now you understand why...
OOC Notes
Welcome to the Test Drive Meme for Myddvai's First Season! This post is Open To All for play, both those with and without invites to our game are welcome to play in this space. Players are allowed to play around with their character as any of the available breeds while on the TDM. TDM breed choice does not need to match an application. All threads from the TDM can remain canon even if breed is changed later when applying to game. The lore reason for this would be instability of a character's form when first pulled in. Breed choice cannot currently be changed once within the game, so choose wisely when applying! As a reminder, TDM participation is a required part of our Application to join. Both top leveling your characters and tagging around is encouraged! For those without Invites who are interested in applying, feel free to join our discord and inquire about potentially receiving an invite. All Mod Invited Players are allowed to extend unlimited invites to those they wish. For those with invitations, Reservations are open along with this TDM! Please put in a Reservation if you are intending to join the game. Applications open on the 1st of February and priority will be given to Reserved players. The first round of acceptances to the game will go out Feb. 4th along with an IC Introduction Event. Not sure what Breed you want to pick for your character? Head over to our Design Workshop! Moderation and other potential players would be happy to help brainstorm.
Theseus | Hades | Human
[Theseus' entrance to the world of Myddvai starts on the wrong foot. From the moment his figure materialized on the stage, during which he yanked the wires still attached to his body while snarling at his 'captivity'. After being shushed off into the audience his mood fails to improve; unable to do anything about the situation and with no ability to return to his homeworld, he does the only thing his amount of agency allows: voicing his grievances to any and all potential listeners. Which, given he was forced off the stage, is narrowed down to 'Theodore', or you.]
This is an outrage! Do you not know who I am?! When Lord Hades hears of this, his wrath will be mighty and terrible!
2.
[Sometime afterward Theseus seems to find his groove among the audience. It turns out being kissed up to and being treated as special does a lot to assuage him. He's at the center of a crowd of animal-headed people, entertaining them with endless stories that always involve himself. They are fanciful, almost beyond belief, but he speaks of them with such empathy and pride that one can feel for oneself the intensity of the emotions and experience as he lived them.
Theseus' mouth seems virtually tireless, but at one point there is break in his chatter, as a passerby catches his eye.]
Ohoh! You'll do nicely. Will you accept the honor of serving a King?
[It seems he has found his ticket to ordering from the bar.]
3.
[As the "Ice Storm" rages in earnest, Theseus grasps its conventions quickly. Far from a student, he practically becomes its master. Leisurely lying back in his seat with a cup of ice, eyes kept on the stage, Theseus appraises each new arrival to the stage, and provides his running commentary on each Pulled.]
An unimpressive sight, but perhaps there's more potential to this one?
[He's not the judge more so than anyone else in the audience, but he sounds very authoritative nonetheless.]
2
Are kings meant to be served here?
[It sounds like an innocent question. I mean, just look at this sweet face! Surely it is incapable of snark.]
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So receiving a question in return is not quite what he was expecting, but he answers without a second thought. He's a generous sort who can graciously part with an explanation to those who need one, after all.]
Why not? A King is a King regardless of where he travels.
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[Saralegui's eyebrows arch at the stunning display of humility, before his lips curl into a smile and he sits himself down next the the man.]
Then would you mind fetching me something to eat?
[His smile is bright, but there's maaaaybe a hint of a smirk buried in it.]
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[Theseus looks at the stranger he's accosted a second, harder time. When recognition still fails to come to him, confusion turns to mild frustration.]
Ahem. Who might you be?
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But he does finally look up at the beefy man, head tilting like he can't possibly understand the confusion.]
King Saralegui of Small Shimaron. And you?
2
[With that, he starts to turn around]
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You have some nerve...do I have the right of knowing at least the name of the possessor of such cheek?
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[The pirate pauses midstep, glancing back at Theseus nonchalantly]
And it's not personal, I serve no one.
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[Theseus murmurs the name to himself, before raising his voice to address Harlock again.]
Hmph. A typical vagrant. Well, I suppose I should still see you under our mutual cause in this foreign world?
2
[ ano... ]
Please explain as to what you mean by "serving."
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[Theseus apparently doesn't mean to order for two or share the one.]
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I don't mind doing that as a favor for you.
[ a small encouraging smile ]
As it seems we're meant to dine together, it might be wise to at least accompany me over there to order. I can handle the rest.
1
... well, no, he doesn't really understand. The newly-formed bear ears atop his head flinch and shift to help mute the noise of it, but once the yelling dies down, he takes a slow, unhurried breath.]
I don't know who you are. Or who that is. Is it really so bad? Life is strange, isn't it?
[He's very confused, ok.]
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Don't play dumb! Whoever you're working for, tell them to take me back to Elysium!
[He emphasizes his point with a literal pointed finger to Azhar's chest.]
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Work... for?
[Azhar is more confused by that than the point at his chest - whether it thunks pointlessly against him or not, he barely even reacts to that posturing. His tone certainly doesn't change from the faintly blank one he normally has.]
I was just brought here. I still don't know what... Elysium... is. Vikute do not lie.
[There's a pause there as he works through the word, brows furrowing. At least it's easier to say after hearing than seeing. His ears twitch to the sound of yet another summoning somewhere... else, but his attention stays on Theseus for now (for better or worse). Notably, he doesn't even attempt to push the Olympian's hand away from his chest, just stands there looking upward at him.]
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The word Vikute conjures nothing in Theseus' memory. Perhaps it has something to do with the curious furry ears atop his head? If Theseus took a moment to stop and think about what he's observed so far, there's plenty he's encountered that's wholly unfamiliar, unlike anything seen in Hades or on Earth. But he dismisses the idea. He's due back to Elysium, after all.]
Hmph, but there must be some party that must be knowledgeable, even if you are not.
(no subject)
3
Looks are deceiving, and there's no guarantee that physical strength is what is needed for what we're going to be helping with.
[He starts chewing on a piece of ice, distressingly loudly.]
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Ha, you assume that I'm going off insipid appearances! I see through illusions to pierce through the layers of falsehood and extract the truth from within. I am an excellent, nay, flawless judge of character.
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[Count Reigen as skeptical!]
Where'd you get a skill like that?
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Hmm, I attribute it to a lifetime of experience. [And then some; his actual lifetime was long ago at this point.]
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2
I'm afraid I am already in the service of another court, good sir! But that doesn't mean I'm unwilling to help a new acquaintance, if their request is reasonable.
[as one of the representatives of her country's imperial family here, she's willing enough to be diplomatic -- but perhaps not willing to be ordered around by a stranger, no matter their rank.]
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Is that so? Then I extend an olive branch between our nations! I would do so literally, if I had one accessible!
You may further this momentous advancement in diplomacy by ordering food from the bar.
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Well, I am certainly not opposed to getting more potatoes if you'd like a meal. I take it extending an olive branch is meant to be an offer of parlay and partnership where you're from, then, sir...?
1
I'm afraid mentioning Lord Hades' name will not change things. We've been pulled into a different world, meaning we're outside of his or any other gods' influence.
Hmm as for who you are...You definietly carry the air of a hero, but doesn't narrow it down. May I ask what's your name, sir?
[Her knowledge of mythology and folklore is either a blessing or a curse and she's not sure which one it is right now.]