phantasmods: (Default)
Phantasmal Rift Mods ([personal profile] phantasmods) wrote in [community profile] phantasmemes2018-07-12 11:56 pm
Entry tags:

TEST DRIVE 005

Hello and welcome to the fifth test drive for Phantasmal Rift!

Test drive threads are assumed to be game canon for accepted characters unless otherwise noted, so don't feel like you'll have to introduce yourself a second time to everyone you meet! As an added bonus, participation in the test drive comes with the chance to earn up to two items of loot for your trouble! Characters who are accepted can earn one item for having a top level, and one for tagging out to someone else's top level! Your SWEET LOOT will be included with your acceptance notice.

Additionally, characters currently in game can earn themselves a piece of bonus loot for the dungeon by tagging people's top-levels on the test drive! Existing characters get their bonus loot along with the rest of their loot at the conclusion of the dungeon.

This time, the Test Drive takes place in Incendia - a less-ruined-than-expected city that has been abandoned for over a century, due to the magical effects of the Fissure (unstable reality region) that have made it impossible to live in. What effects are these, you ask?

Well...

BY DAY

By day, the city is lovely, if oddly empty. The sun shines down, and magical lights along the sidewalk - the equivalent of power lines - flow energy throughout the city. It's possible to think that the little sparks you sometimes see at the corner of your vision are related. After all, there's a great deal of magic in the air...

But in spite of this, the city lies abandoned, for no immediately apparent reason. You might have found yourself in a wide-open shipping yard, where large metal containers levitate about, moving without any help or oversight from human hands. Be careful; these containers changing positions make it easy to get lost for quite a long time, since few of them have much in the way of identifying traits over than color. Didn't you already pass that arrangement of two red ones on top of a blue one before...?

Or perhaps you're in the massive park in the center of town, with its blatantly magical fountain (a half-dome of water just hanging in the air) and the tents of an abandoned festival. Two stages and a long line of street food booths stand empty - surely no one will mind if you use them for something, right?

Or perhaps you're just suddenly on the streets, among stalled-out taxis and cars that go nowhere and lack the familiar smell of gasoline. There's apartments and shops all around, with little gardens spilling out over balconies... Maybe if you go knock on some doors, you'll find people.

Wherever it is you are, surely there's got to be someone around who can tell you what's going on, right...?

BY DUSK

As night falls, rather than dropping the way you might expect, the temperature begins to rise. And then the sparks in the edges of your vision are very much more than simply at the edges of your vision. They catch first on the plants, the papers stuck to the now-lit magical streetlights, the trash cans... And then, increasingly so, on the buildings proper, the shops, the skyscrapers, the cars in the street.

Within half an hour, an inferno is starting to build, and it's clear that there's not going to be anywhere above ground safe from it. But fortunately, there's safety beneath the level of the streets - if you can make your way fast enough to an underground station.

BY NIGHT

In the remains of these subway tunnels, lit mostly by the dim glow of magical energy lines, you're at least safe from the inferno above. Unlike the aboveground parts of the city, however, the tunnels are in an obvious state of disrepair, with broken concrete, rot, and mildew. The stations might have once been clean, but they quite transparently are not now, and the tunnels themselves are as bad or worse.

Thankfully, no trains run anymore, so you're not at risk of being run down on the broken tracks. There's also not any full-on collapses blocking the way, and the tunnels seem well-enough made that there's probably not risk of a cave-in.

Less pleasantly, you aren't the only thing taking shelter in the tunnels from the firestorm above. And the magic of that flame has touched the feral dogs that rove the tunnels, turning them into barking, howling creatures of as much flame as flesh themselves. And then there's the occasional patch of mold, mildew, and slime in the darkest parts of the tunnels, where even the magical circuits have gone out, that moves to douse any light that comes near it...
wantstoexist: art by galactickohipot.tumblr.com (04. Power of will.)

Re: Night

[personal profile] wantstoexist 2018-07-14 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucatiel's eyes widen behind her own mask, as she watches the stranger activate her fetch modus. Some form of sorcery, clearly.

Almost as jarring is Jetshard's appearance. Humanoid, but distinctly different enough to show that she most certainly isn't really human. For many, this would be cause for alarm, but in Lucatiel's case...

Well, she's really in no position to judge such things, being undead herself.
]

...Yes, well, I try to avoid fiery deaths when possible. You say you arrived her of your own accord?

[That's certainly a first. For the most part, shes only met other newcomers to this world.]
Edited 2018-07-14 16:43 (UTC)
dubiouslychthonic: (you did not just say that)

[personal profile] dubiouslychthonic 2018-07-14 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
The city, at least. I'm afraid that on the grander scale I'm still as stranded as anyone.

[A bit of an apologetic smile. Jetshard's less put out about being stuck here than some people, but it's still a bitter pill to swallow.]

We're currently in an area of unstable magical energy called a Fissure. Most of this world is covered in them; they destabilize the local reality and sometimes pull in objects or creatures from other worlds. Or people, over the last few months - the one I came in was the first known case of living people being translocated. About... twenty weeks ago, now. Maybe a bit more.
wantstoexist: art by Christian Blanco (10. Her name up in lights)

[personal profile] wantstoexist 2018-07-15 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
I... see. I think I understand.

[Kind of. She isn't the most metaphysically minded of people, but it doesn't take a genius to understand that something magical is broken and now she's trapped in some far-off realm.

And that's... Well, it's fucking terrible news. The worst news she could have gotten really.
]

This will not do. I need to return.

If this crack - this fissure, as you call it - reaches from this realm into Drangleic, then certainly I can find a way back the way I came in.
dubiouslychthonic: (sorry were you still talking)

[personal profile] dubiouslychthonic 2018-07-15 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[She frowns thoughtfully. She doesn't want to shut down the woman's ambition on this front - getting home again is, after all, one of the more common goals around here - but...]

If you can work out how to reverse the effect that brought you here, there are a number of us already trapped here, including several highly accomplished magic users, who would be very interested in learning how.
wantstoexist: art by Christian Blanco (10. Her name up in lights)

[personal profile] wantstoexist 2018-07-15 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Travel between parallel realms is not unheard of, where I am from. But the fact of the matter is that I haven't a choice.

[With that, she removes the tin mask on her face - revealing a gnarly, green scar-like mark covering her left eye and a large portion of the left side of her face.]

Unless your magic users have a cure for undeath, I must return to Drangleic. I will crawl back on my hands and knees, if necessary.

[She says all that as though it means anything to someone from an entirely different world.

Hopefully, though, the main point gets across: That the only cure for her condition is in the place she came from.
]
Edited 2018-07-15 03:57 (UTC)
dubiouslychthonic: (you did not just say that)

[personal profile] dubiouslychthonic 2018-07-15 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. [The troll's voice and expression are grave, but she doesn't flinch from the sight of the affliction. Yes, that would seem to be a fairly compelling reason to return with all speed, if the woman believes her homeworld has an effective cure, and Jetshard sees no reason to doubt her on that front.] A progressive condition, I assume? How long do you believe you have, if we cannot determine a treatment or return you to your world?
Edited 2018-07-15 06:55 (UTC)