TDM #9

[vivalamods]

TEST DRIVE #9

The day begins as any other, you’re going about your day, living your life, when, without warning, you feel the world around you shift on its axis. You feel a great tear, welling from the depths of your soul as you are ripped from all you have known. If you’re lucky, you arrive in the wilderness of an unfamiliar world, where the language is foreign and the people are hostile. To make your escape, you must learn some language, flee, and occasionally fight, all to find your way off the floating isles you find yourself on and to the great ocean below, where rebel forces will welcome you.

If you’re unlucky, you materialize within a room full of armed guards and are quickly subdued with charged nets, stripped of your belongings, fitted with strange devices that suppress your powers and pressed into servitude. Your days are unimaginable pain and toil.

Fortunately, even in this world, there is still hope. For the denizens of this world have not given up. And it is for that dream of salvation that the Crimson Corsairs raise their flags and sail - for liberation. Perhaps you are one who has lived their entire life under the oppressive yoke of the Empire. Perhaps you have seen first hand your family and friends cut down by nobles hunting men for sport, or perhaps you have run afoul with the church and barely escaped with your life. No matter your origin, the Corsairs sail for you, for your freedom, for your life. And today, a taste of freedom will be won for all.


ARRIVAL/LIBERATION
The crackdown on the Vindess mines has been severe, but there are still some refugees who manage to escape the lockdown. As word spreads of the Corsairs and the propaganda intensifies, many Imperial citizens have reaffirmed their loyalty but some, realizing either opportunity or waking to the reality of the situation, have begun to seek out the Corsairs, hoping to find a place for themselves.


RETURN OF THE FLEET

With Flotsam returning to its normal form, its inhabitants are eager to reunite. As is typical, there is a lot of drinking, socialization and merriment. While people are wary of the return of the Imperials, the mood is festive as the fleet is once again in order. Flotsam residents should be able to enjoy any number of activities as the fleet defiantly roars, “we’re back!”


CAMOUFLAGE DESIGN

The Vault has been hard at work developing the schematics for Asphodel. One of the major requirements of the settlement is concealing livable buildings within the ruined shells of the city that once laid there. This means developing means to conceal smoke from fireplaces, the homes themselves, and even the farmland they hope to develop. The academy is firing on all cylinders coming up with all kinds of innovations to make the new subterranean and above-ground city work.


REFUGEES UNDER IMPERIAL NOSES

Due to its proximity, Elysium has been mobilized to an unusual degree in order to assist with the resettlement into Asphodel. Which means two things: finding whatever spare scraps of housing items they can take or repurpose for human use, and making sure the Imperials are far too drunk or high to get anywhere close to realizing what’s going on. Whatever your responsibility may be, there is an incredible amount of work that needs to be done, and it must be done, as is always the way of Elysium, with utmost elegance and care.


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OOC
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[stahlritter]

[ Her hand snaps to her sword. Eyes narrowed, Duvalie casts her glances about.

Besides people suddenly giving her wide berth - due to the aforementioned "hand on sword" no doubt - she can't seem to spot anything amiss, nor the source of that voice. ]

Not that I know what this Society is, but it sounds like they're simply sending their best. And who might be addressing me?

[straykitty]

I think you do. You're one of the Steel Maiden's pets, aren't you?

[ Identify herself? Nah. ]

[stahlritter]

[ Oh! Oh this is too suspicious! Not that it... wasn't, before. ]

How do you know of my master? Answer me! And also, come out to face me!

[ ...Yeah, people are definitely giving her space now. ]

[straykitty]

I'm not so foolish as to confront one of her pets without the Empire's enhancements. How can I expect you to honor my understanding with the Society?

[ She giggles a little. This is far, far too easy. ]

[stahlritter]

[ Now, as easy as Duvalie is to rile up - and let's be honest, it is way too easy - she's not dumb, and on top of that, she's spent a fair amount of time with various members of the Society's upper echelon, learning about events, people long gone. Various pieces click into place with that last statement, like a puzzle Duvalie hadn't known she was even meant to be solving until that moment.

Okay, that was a bad metaphor.

But the knowledge of the Stahlritter, of their master, of the Society - and that statement, her having an understanding with the Society - told Duvalie enough. Not enough to know who it was, but enough to get the situation.

Her grip on her sword loosened, and she appeared to calm down some. After a few moments, people were even moving on without running. ]

If you truly have an understanding, you shouldn't be working against their goals.

[straykitty]

The Society's aims are neither interesting nor ultimately beneficial. I could hardly stand to support such a bland agenda when there is more interesting and rewarding work to be done~