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TEST DRIVE MEME
test drive meme
Welcome to the opening test drive of goodmorrow! If you're just getting here, you can find our game premise here and our full navigation here.
It's a new game, but you don't have to play a newbie! This game has a mechanic that allows people to app characters who aren't new to the setting. Please check over on our application guidelines for more information about how it works. We've also got a summary of World Events that occurred prior to this TDM, so your oldbie can have some things to reference.
Thank you for playing! We're excited to have you.
goodmorrow! If you're just getting here, you can find our game premise here and our full navigation here.It's a new game, but you don't have to play a newbie! This game has a mechanic that allows people to app characters who aren't new to the setting. Please check over on our application guidelines for more information about how it works. We've also got a summary of World Events that occurred prior to this TDM, so your oldbie can have some things to reference.
Thank you for playing! We're excited to have you.
the summoning
Arrivals
There is always a buzz around the time of a summoning ritual. Will there be dozens? Or will this time only yield a handful? Will the stakes become dramatic enough for there to be a glimpse of one of the Old Ones, and the chance to partake in their incomprehensible greatness? The ones who believe consider it a day of hope and new beginnings. However, there are much more mundane concerns for the skeptics. Summoning means that there will be a whole new group of displaced folks who'll need to be oriented. They'll come hurting and confused, squirming with the bone-deep pain of travel and weary after hours of hearing about how they've been Chosen to herald the approach of the Old Ones. People will be here seeking help, and most of the native townsfolk only understand how to preach at newcomers. The new arrivals will likely need help from more experienced expats who better understand where they're coming from.
dessicated and unremarkable
Forbidden Knowledge
Even after the end of the summoning ritual, many kept their eyes watching the sky. There is always the risk of summoning more than just a new batch of novitiates. When pulling things from other worlds, chances are high that something else might tag along.
A few hours after the end of the introductory sermon, scraps of paper start to blow down from the sky. They travel on the breeze and seem to get into everything. They land on roofs and float through open windows. They get tangled in tree branches and end up underfoot on walking paths. Page after page delicately makes its way to the earth.
It must be wisdom from the cosmos! The rumor sweeps its way across town in hushed whispers. The gossips are saying that the elders want the pages collected, so that they can properly archive and study them. They promise a handsome reward to those who can gather enough to fill a tome, but that seems somehow less attractive, even as something to wish about. Whether deliberately hunting out the pages or accidentally encountering them in everyday life, it will soon be obvious that these are pages full of something best left unseen.
Some of the manuscript pages seem mundane enough. The words seem strangely familiar, as if they might be legible if one focuses on them hard enough. It's just a matter of figuring out handwriting or deciphering a dialect. It must be. A page might prove so engrossing that it leaves a person in an enthralled state, silently locked in a quest to understand something that looks so comprehensible only for it to veer off into the uncanny. This lock might leave them tremendously suggestible to any words spoken around them, their minds struggling and desperate enough to latch on to anything comprehensible at all.
Other pages seem less similar to human writing and will likely create less of a hold on those with the misfortune to view them. The pages covered in glyphs and arcane symbols feel almost empowering their foreignness, almost as if one might simply let the experience wash over them and let it run through them. Those unlucky enough to state too long at one of those pages might find themselves overwhelmed by instances of magical outbursts. It feels like a strange sort of sneeze as the arcane energy suddenly sparks a small thunderbolt into existence, or turns a bushel of hay into a solid block of iron. The effects are seemingly random, but wear off on their own in a few minutes. It's probably fine. What kind of damage could be done in such a short time?
This might be a relief to the illiterate members of the community, if it wasn't for the leathery pages. More parchment than paper in texture, these pages seem to carry something ominous in the rough fibers of their material. When touched without protective gloves, these pages force their handler to feel a glimpse of unspeakable suffering. It comes from a place beyond pain, lighting parts of the mind that were never intended for use. Screaming might be a way to express it, but more often it manifests in an expression of extreme emotion. Hysterical mania seems nice until it doesn't end and keeps a person up at night unable to stop laughing. Murderous rage might be inconvenient for the other members of the village. Whatever the emotion is, it's gone far beyond any normal limitation and will stay that way for the next several hours.
Enjoy the hunt, Revelbrooke. Try not to end up with too many papercuts.
A few hours after the end of the introductory sermon, scraps of paper start to blow down from the sky. They travel on the breeze and seem to get into everything. They land on roofs and float through open windows. They get tangled in tree branches and end up underfoot on walking paths. Page after page delicately makes its way to the earth.
It must be wisdom from the cosmos! The rumor sweeps its way across town in hushed whispers. The gossips are saying that the elders want the pages collected, so that they can properly archive and study them. They promise a handsome reward to those who can gather enough to fill a tome, but that seems somehow less attractive, even as something to wish about. Whether deliberately hunting out the pages or accidentally encountering them in everyday life, it will soon be obvious that these are pages full of something best left unseen.
Some of the manuscript pages seem mundane enough. The words seem strangely familiar, as if they might be legible if one focuses on them hard enough. It's just a matter of figuring out handwriting or deciphering a dialect. It must be. A page might prove so engrossing that it leaves a person in an enthralled state, silently locked in a quest to understand something that looks so comprehensible only for it to veer off into the uncanny. This lock might leave them tremendously suggestible to any words spoken around them, their minds struggling and desperate enough to latch on to anything comprehensible at all.
Other pages seem less similar to human writing and will likely create less of a hold on those with the misfortune to view them. The pages covered in glyphs and arcane symbols feel almost empowering their foreignness, almost as if one might simply let the experience wash over them and let it run through them. Those unlucky enough to state too long at one of those pages might find themselves overwhelmed by instances of magical outbursts. It feels like a strange sort of sneeze as the arcane energy suddenly sparks a small thunderbolt into existence, or turns a bushel of hay into a solid block of iron. The effects are seemingly random, but wear off on their own in a few minutes. It's probably fine. What kind of damage could be done in such a short time?
This might be a relief to the illiterate members of the community, if it wasn't for the leathery pages. More parchment than paper in texture, these pages seem to carry something ominous in the rough fibers of their material. When touched without protective gloves, these pages force their handler to feel a glimpse of unspeakable suffering. It comes from a place beyond pain, lighting parts of the mind that were never intended for use. Screaming might be a way to express it, but more often it manifests in an expression of extreme emotion. Hysterical mania seems nice until it doesn't end and keeps a person up at night unable to stop laughing. Murderous rage might be inconvenient for the other members of the village. Whatever the emotion is, it's gone far beyond any normal limitation and will stay that way for the next several hours.
Enjoy the hunt, Revelbrooke. Try not to end up with too many papercuts.
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Thanks for checking out this setting! If you have questions, feel free to direct them to the first thread below.
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Caleb manages a nod. "I agree with you...but with the amount of pages is overwhelming....any large spell like Thunderwave could hurt either people or buildings....we must be clever about it." He smiles a little. "But between the two of us I think we have enough cleverness to help the village."
He turns and offers his hand out. "I am Caleb Widowgast...thank you very much for your help."
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"Gale Dekairos, it is a pleasure." and then he raised a brow, "You are a.. fellow wizard then?" it was deductive reasoning of course, but the man did not have the look of a sorcerer or a warlock about him, and the way he spoke was particularly wizardly in nature.
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Caleb is often fairly unsure around other wizards for reasons known only to himself, but this man puts him at ease in a way that should be worrying, but isn't. "A pleasure to meet you," he says with a nod. "And yes I am a wizard...of the School of Transmutation as I said. It is good to meet a fellow scholar even in a place as dark as this."
He looks around. "I seem to have lost a few friends of mine since the arrival ritual...I don't suppose you've seen a blue tiefling or a drow anywhere around here....."
Essek and Jester are not a good combination on the best of days, but with this much magic floating around the trouble is doubled.
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In the direction of the first available page of parchment.
"There may be a chance that I will run into them, in which I will.. tell them your name? See if there is any recognition? And if so let them know that you have assuredly been sucked into this world."
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"The drow arrived with me," Caleb replies, "we just wandered in different directions...the tiefing I spotted briefly but then lost track of her...so please let them know Caleb is looking for them....Jester the tiefling will find you most likely...she is...very excitable. The drow is a wizard named Essek....he is...complicated."
Caleb blushes a bit. "He also floats so he should be easy to find."
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"Excitable tiefling and floating drow wizard, duly noted.. do you know where they could've wandered off to?" and then with a chuckle, "My own companions, it is hard to keep track of them.. tis almost like herding cats"
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Caleb chuckles slightly. "With Jester one can never tell what will draw her attention, a bakery is the most likely place to start, Essek can be found wherever there are books. As wizards we know the draw of a good tome after all."
The comment about cats made Caleb think for a moment. "If I have Burning Hands then perhaps." He snaps his fingers, waits a moment then frowns. "Dammit...no familiar to help scout..."
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"Do you think that it is because when we came here, the line of time was temporarily severed, making it impossible to summoun or familiars because quite honestly they already exist in a different part of the multiverse?"
He tried the somatics for Find Familiar as well, however no avail, no Tara. "I have a Tressym named Tara, most people call her a 'winged cat' and she hates it, but.. I have not been able to summon either."
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Caleb considers the question and smiles "My familiar Frumpkin prefers the form of a cat himself though he has been many animals as needed. As a Fey creature he does not stay with me when I do not need him, but goes to the Feywild until summoned...if he does not know where I am he cannot come when I call."
He huffs. "I do not like the idea of not having any magic."
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Because they were already friends, he felt. Wizards, he was comfortable with the company of Wizards however he did have to ask, a tilt to his head as he decided to out with it and inquire. "You do not know.. a Mystra.. do you?"
He was not comfortable with any possible jealousy issues, though Mystra seemed to like it just fine, seemed to thrive on wizards one upping each other for her favor.
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"Mystra," Caleb says, tasting the name in his mouth as if trying to figure something out. "No I do not know the name of this being. We may have similar spells but I think we may be from different planes of existence."
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That means he would not have to labour on some sort of odds with this wizard. "I suppose you must think that a very wierd question however there is a bit of history that most wizards from my world have with Mystra and it just uncomplicates things a trifle." and then with a chuckle as he offers his hand in a shake. "I look forward to learning about your world, it sounds very interesting."