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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.
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[that was directed at both him and the waitress; she's a polite girl. her eyes flick briefly to Ydris, still standing tall and smoke-wreathed upon the stage, and then back to Ives' face, meeting his gaze fearlessly.]
Thank you for the clarification, as well, Ives. Shall I take it that the Dragon deities are something like the Emperors and Empresses of this realm? It seems rather a dire state of affairs, to have so many of them laid low at once, but everyone here seems to be bearing up well.
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No, there are mortals who take such positions of mortal authority. They are above that, gods who control far bigger picture aspects of this world. An Emperor here would guide a state and those living within it.
[He appreciates her politeness as much as her boldness, so he appears more at ease than prior. Someone who shrinks away from him doesn't get a more casual tone. That type needs a more stern tone, to be herded about. Not her, it would seem.]
The Dragons oversee things like birth, who holds wealth, and whether it will rain. That is why we call them gods.
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[she gestures sweepingly around the room, at Myddvai natives and transformed Pulled alike.]
To tell the truth, it seems a grand opportunity. Though I must ask -- is there no possibility of leaving a message for our families and companions, at the very least? I shouldn't wish to worry them too much in the meantime.
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[Ives doesn't have to like someone to respect them. He's just that kind of guy.
Her topic shift to sending messages home does give him pause. Ives looks into the distance with some contemplation of the idea, before looking back to her with a nod]
We have no means of doing such a thing. Not just yet. Majesty Ydris and I will be testing various ideas on how to send Pulled back home, so... sending a simple message across worlds is good first step. [they do already have the Portal Box, which can be used to send letters (and other small items) across impossible distance in an instant. Those are Fae magic, however, and Ives is no master of their peculiar and well guarded runes.
She has given him an idea on where to start with solving that problem. That speaks well to her usefulness.]
If we make any progress on the matter, I will let you make the first attempt.
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[she breaks into a smile of relief along with that -- so the possibility does exist after all! thank goodness! and meanwhile, while that hasn't been worked out yet, no one could fault her for going with the flow and going on an adventure for a good cause!
(it's not that simple, the sensible, undazzled part of Reirin knows. she knows there is no message that could be sent that could truly alleviate the worries of her loved ones and the outrage of the court. she knows that it is selfish to be happy to put her regimented life and her duties as a Maiden of the court aside and leap at this chance to try something wholly new. Reirin has never felt caged, exactly, but she also cannot help but relish the opportunity to stretch her wings. or fins, as it were.)
but who wouldn't be tempted by something like this?)]
...ah, should I take it that Their Majesty and yourself will be accompanying us on this journey to revive the other Dragons...?
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[given that is the staff he has, a shepherd's crook, it's fitting. Also, a bit funny maybe, to hear as much from a man with so many features of a goat.]
The dragons are also not dead, merely asleep. One is reportedly torn to pieces, but even he'll recover if we return his... parts. It will be grim work.
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[it's almost enough to make a girl jealous, if Reirin was the jealous type, but since the closest version of a dragon she knows personally is her dear cousin the prince, the idea of dragons so distressed just brings a pang to her heart instead.]
Have you your own theories of what may have caused this? After all, it's no good to wake them up if they might be incapacitated again at a later date by some foul force. One shouldn't wait for weevils to show up in the rice before destroying their nest!
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[Tearing one apart is nothing so long as it was not the force of all the dragons doing so... Armis will be fine to stay in pieces. Ives would argue he should stay that way the longest of the lot.]
I have my theories, but I do not wish to share them. I think it is best you Pulled provide an outsider's insight to the mystery. We here all have our biases... it clouds our judgement.
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[a short pause, a blink, a single ear flicks]
In fact, I suggest asking both of us an opinion on important matters. I have already had someone else catch Majesty Ydris lying to them. We do not agree on much, but that may serve to be even more enlightening.
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No, they tend to have reasons for lying, rather than doing so for mere fun. Manipulation, de-escalation, politeness, flattery... they tend to lie with plenty of purpose behind it.
[apart of being an Orderly aligned god, that. Lying just for fun is more a chaotic type thing.]
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My, well, as they have some heavy involvement with the world's politics, that does seem only natural. I will take it under advisement when we converse, then!