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TDM #1: WELCOME VISITORS

TDM #1

It happens in an instant. A heavy weight in your gut, a trembling of your limbs, the world spins and you barely have time to register that you're falling before you lose consciousness. And when you awaken, it's not where you were last. Dark, unadorned oak walls surround you in a tiny room, the only furniture the bed you are currently resting upon, and the bedside table with a folded piece of parchment resting atop it that simply reads:

“The Tavernkeeper is awaiting your arrival downstairs.”

As you exit you find others like yourself emerging from the surrounding rooms. You are indeed in a tavern, but there is no hustle and bustle one might think to hear in such a place. The only person down on the main floor is a humanoid figure wiping down the bar, who smiles when they see you. They're familiar, but not, and you can't quite place their face. For some reason, however, their presence is comforting and warm.

“Welcome, Visitor. I'm sure you have a lot of questions.”

And you most certainly do.


SIT, STAY A WHILE

The Tavernkeeper offers more than just answers. This is a tavern after all, and what is a tavern without drinks?

"I know just what you need." They say, giving you little time to reply before some manner of drink (alcoholic or not) is set before you.

DRINK MENU
PEOPLE SKILLS: A deceptively simple looking cocktail that when imbibed makes one feel very social. Time to make friends and influence people!

A SPOT OF COURAGE: a tasty concoction so nice on the tongue it loosens it up. You suddenly want to reveal something about yourself!

SKY HIGH: a fizzy blue drink billowing with white smoke and served with a lemon slice as a garnish. It has been known to make the drinker giggly and sometimes even float a few feet off the ground.

CRYING FROG: a swirling bright green drink that makes you want to cry - or is it something else about this place that just makes you want to tear up…

SHARING IS CARING: a large, delicious frozen concoction that comes with two straws. You can't finish it alone! (No, like, you quite literally can't finish it alone.)

52 PICKUP: It's just whiskey. But for some reason it really puts you in the mood for cards, or a game of mahjong, maybe a couple rounds of checkers

QUICKSAND: The thickest chocolate milkshake you've ever had. The flavour is rich and delicious, but it moves like concrete. Sucking it up the straw takes effort. Makes the drinker mellow and lethargic. It's all good, man. Don't worry, be happy.

BEER: Beer? I thought you said bear! (animal transformation)

SEX ON THE BEACH: literally just sex on the beach, but also an aphrodisiac. Have fun! (The rooms upstairs are still open, for the record…)

CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY

As the effects of your drink wear off, the Tavernkeeper speaks once more:

”It is time, my friends, for you to find your new homes.”


You are compelled to walk through the only door leading out of the tavern, finding yourself not outside, but in a deep black, seemingly endless room with five portals arranged in a circle. As the last of you leave and the door closes behind you, gone when you look back again and replaced with nothing but that black void, three of the portals illuminate:

The first portal is surrounded by an almost blinding light, prismatic rainbows shining brightly in the dewy air outside of the tavern. A soft breeze may gently caress you, pulling you toward it. The portal seems to lead to a city in the clouds, airships and winged beings of all sorts soaring through the skies. Of the little bits of visible land, much of it boasts giant waterfalls that look like clouds melting into the land below. The portal calls to those who crave independence and freedom; and especially to anyone that wishes to find the strong bond of a family not forged in blood.

The second portal is encircled by a fairy ring of spotted white capped mushrooms, the faint scent of damp stone and rich earth wafting from within the faint green glow. Peering inside, one can see a sprawling harbor city of gray hewn stone, a melting pot of humanoid beings going about their day, and beyond, rolling green farmland and cottages clustered in small villages. This portal is destined for those who crave stability and solid ground beneath their feet. A simple life, an adventurous one, and everything in between can be found within.

The last portal is adorned with shells and seaweed, the glow of blue around it catching on droplets cascading down the circular opening. Beyond it you see a city housed inside a massive bubble deep under the ocean, spiraling towers encrusted with coral, and a variety of different creatures mingling about the streets. Outside of that bubble, merfolk swim, a massive squid engulfs the view from the portal as it smoothly glides through the water, and schools of fish disperse as it passes. A sanctuary in the sea that calls to those with a hunger for knowledge and a desire to aid those in need. Or perhaps it is the mystery that beckons you - the lure of the unknown in the depths that bids you explore it.

A NEW NORMAL
Upon following the pull of the breeze through the first portal, you are thrust into the beauty of a lively city that goes by the name of Heaven's Bow. Much of this main city feels exactly as you would expect on a city below, but there are clouds surrounding every direction you look. The walls of buildings are made with light-colored limestone, and buildings are generally built up to heights made even more grandiose by their position in the sky.

The Skyfall Docks are the first thing you notice, boasting hundreds of airships sailing in and out across the clouds with shouts that accompany a typical port city. Just outside is a fantastic market with goods not only from the other regions of Caldera, but from what some shopkeepers claim are other worlds--items sold or left behind by Visitors. Almost anything can be found in the markets if one is willing to look hard enough. Transport to other locations throughout the sky and even to the land or sea can be found here.

If the docks are too lively for you, you may instead find yourself roaming the underbelly of Heaven's Bow and finding brothels and gambling parlors filled with the promise of pleasure and fortune. The guild house for the Sylphs can be found here as well, giving out quests and training to prospective adventurers and guards alike--though none of them seem concerned with the illicit activities that surround them. Perhaps the freedom the Sylphs boast of extends to what others may deem an undesirable activity.

But most curious of all, you find a shimmering opal gemstone in your hand. When placed anywhere on the body, it will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.


If it was the second portal that called to you, you will find yourself in the busy city of Grey Ward, with its cobblestone streets and sturdy grey stone buildings. You are in the heart of the city, the Glass Market, so named for the colorful stained glass windows of the surrounding buildings. The scent of cooking food and the sound of barkers fills the air; watchful guards keep an eye out for pickpockets and thieves, and citizens go about their day. From here, one can investigate the rest of the city: the Sundown Docks, where both sea and sky faring skips transport people and goods. The Soot Spire, home of inventors and engineers. The Hearthstill, the main residential area. The Downs, a smaller residential area for those with less means.

Outside the city walls, one can explore acres of farmlands to the east and west, or follow Terra’s Pass to the less settled areas, but take care. Past the Skyward Range, out in the smaller burrows and villages, the influence of the city guard diminishes quickly, and you’ll have to keep your wits about you. Bandits along the road are always a risk, and the wildlife are less controlled by regimented hunting.

In your hand is a gemstone, a brilliantly green emerald that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



If the last portal beckoned you through it, you find yourself within that bubble covered city beneath the sea, the city of Salt Spire. Your ears pop with the change in pressure, and the smell of the salty sea fills your nostrils. All around you buildings made of dark stone encrusted with coral and seagrass tower high above your head, the backdrop outside the dome a deep blue, seemingly endless sea filled with fish and merfolk and all other manner of creature swimming through the water. You stand in the heart of it all, surrounded by people with gils on their necks and scales upon their vibrantly colored skin, all of whom seem intrigued by your arrival. You have many options of where to visit in the city under the sea, but where oh where will you go first?

The Salt Spire Library is right before you, an impossibly large building housing thousands upon thousands of books of all genres. Fiction, non-fiction, romance and mystery and all between. You may even find books from your world and others! Oddly enough though, no Calderan history books are to be found, and if you ask for them, the librarians and locals all choose to ignore your questions.

If scholarly pursuits aren't to your interest currently, perhaps a trip to Bluetide Market would be more your style? The marketplace is host to every manner of shop one might ever need: artisans of all varieties, apothecaries and healers in the Shimmer Quarter, the most in fashion undersea clothing shops, food stalls, and all between can be found in Bluetide. There are also the Tideshore and Fogbottom docks on either end of the city. The former allows transport to the surface via large, magical bubbles for those that cannot hold their breath or make the swim themselves yet. The latter allows people to venture further into the sea. Those without their underwater abilities are offered rebreathers for travel that last for four hours before needing to be replaced.

In your hand is a gemstone, a shining sapphire that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



Visitors in all starter cities are offered a standard home with basic necessities provided (your choice in design, etc.) that can house 1-4 people if they so choose. Home upgrades can be purchased via rewards.


THE QUESTBOARD

Settled in? Good. It's time to make your way to the Questboard located in every city in numerous, easy to access locations. That is, if you want to make any kind of impact on the world or just get some Bones for anything you might wish to purchase. Visitors are given a very small stipend in which to survive every month, but all it does is keep you fed and housed. These quests will assure you greater wealth, and they're the main reason you're here: each finished quest helps the Calderans fix their shattering world.

Quests can be accepted at the questboard via magically signed parchment upon the board. Just sign your name to accept and the paper will be whisked away... somewhere. You're not actually sure. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.

Once quests are completed, earned Bones will be dropped off at the character's residence by Bonita, the mysterious artisan who has supposedly handcrafted every Bone circulating in Caldera. Please do not speak to her, she startles easily.
OOC
Welcome to Caldera's first TDM! All characters awaken in a strange tavern with nothing save the clothes on their backs, all of their powers stripped, and a piece of parchment directing them downstairs to the Tavernkeeper. There is a thread of all questions answered by the Tavernkeeper here, and if you have more, feel free to ask there for what would be offered ICly. For OOC questions, please direct them here.

All locations are available to be explored! Please mind that it is an active work in progress and will hopefully be finalized by June 8th.

We are looking at an opening date of July 1st with reserves opening on June 28th and and applications on opening day.

The TDM is game canon and all completed quests can be carried over once accepted into the game.

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sanguinehunger: (♰ 126)

[personal profile] sanguinehunger 2024-07-11 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Astarion hummed thoughtfully as he leaned to the side and took in the ceiling to floor bookshelves containing, well. Rather a lot of books. Very little room for more, if any at all. "You know, darling," he remarked thoughtfully, shifting to lay his hand gently on the center of her back and nudge her further in, lest she stare in awestruck wonder for any longer. "I'm truly trying to imagine a place more perfectly suited to your tastes than the one we've found ourselves in, and I'm coming up short."
invigorates: all we do is fuckin party. (This is a college)

[personal profile] invigorates 2024-07-11 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
A good thing he did, too, because she absolutely would have continued her awestruck staring for far too long. Instead, she gathered herself and moved forward, so overwhelmed by the volume of tomes before her she was not even sure where to start.

"A seemingly endless library in a city under the sea while accompanied by my beloved? I could not have conjured such a scenario even in my wildest fantasies, surely." She laughed. "I... may be engrossed for some time. Are you certain you wish to make this our first stop?" Like. Really super sure.
sanguinehunger: (♰ 106)

[personal profile] sanguinehunger 2024-07-12 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Precisely that, love," Astarion replied with a playful grin, leaning in to kiss her temple. "I shall be fine, darling. Should I get bored, I will find ways to entertain myself. And I'm sure, somewhere amid all of this hallowed knowledge, there are some salacious volumes I can absorb myself in."
invigorates: and the guy didn’t cut the crusts off the bread, so I firebombed the place. (I went to a sandwich shop)

[personal profile] invigorates 2024-07-14 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Duh. How could she have possibly forgotten the porn option. "Very well. I will still attempt to be swift... and pray they allow me to borrow some tomes to take—" a beat. "We should inquire as to how one obtains a home here, I suppose."
sanguinehunger: (♰ 119)

[personal profile] sanguinehunger 2024-07-15 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm." That was a good question. Astarion tapped his chin thoughtfully as he steered Lioriley to table she could claim for herself. "Surely we're meant to live somewhere. Tell you what, darling, you have your private time with the pile of books I know you're already eying and preparing to assemble, and I'll find someone local to ask." Then he'll find some porn to read.
invigorates: (are those ladies trying to make out)

[personal profile] invigorates 2024-07-15 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He knew her so well because she was eyeing a handful of books already. She smiled up at him, leaned in to kiss him, a hand gently brushing his cheek. "Do not wander far from me, my love. Please." As much as she would insist he could wander... maybe once they were fully settled and sure of their footing.
sanguinehunger: (♰ 138)

[personal profile] sanguinehunger 2024-07-15 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I shan't leave the building, sweetling," Astarion murmured in reply, turning into her touch to kiss the palm of her hand. "I promise. All will be fine." He kissed her forehead, then playfully patted her bottom to urge her on. "Now go on, love. I shall be back in no time."
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[personal profile] invigorates 2024-07-18 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She closed her eyes with the kiss. Sighed. And then squeaked when he patted her butt. Of course. "Very well. I will see you soon."

Soon being several hours from then, once she had books stacked higher than her head and a few open notebooks she had obtained from the kindly librarian once she stopped asking questions they could not answer.
sanguinehunger: (♰ 009)

[personal profile] sanguinehunger 2024-07-23 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Astarion didn't bother her, even when he'd gotten an answer and retrieved a few books of his own (only one of them was dirty, be ever so proud of him for growing and maturing as a person). He gave her some space, posted up in a chair at the same table and propped his feet up in another, flipped through the volumes he'd assembled while she was absorbed.

Until he got bored and had to get up, move behind her and peer over her shoulder at the notes she'd taken. "Found anything, love?"
invigorates: what with you being an incompetent sack of shit. (I didn't think you had it in you.)

[personal profile] invigorates 2024-07-26 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
As always, her notes were beautifully handwritten, fit perfectly to the page with the occasional sketch of something she might need to identify later. Lioriley leaned back to look up at him.

"No written history of this realm." Somehow, she was unsurprised. "But many histories from other worlds." She pulled out a book, some magic tome from Faerun — one, oddly enough, Astarion had gifted her before.
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[personal profile] sanguinehunger 2024-07-26 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He would expect nothing less. Curious and intrigued, Astarion took the familiar volume from her and turned it in his hands, opened it to look it over. "Now isn't that interesting," he remarked, dragging a chair closer so he could sit down closer to her, still toying with the tome. "Do you think they were researching us? Have you found anything here from your own home?"
invigorates: (you're one tough dame.)

[personal profile] invigorates 2024-07-26 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Any excitement she found in this interesting revelation was sullied at the question.

"Unfortunately." She replied with a hint of disgust, sliding a heavy tome toward him and acting like she touched something vile as her hand retracted. The title was: 'A Tale of Griffins and Dragons' written by Song Spinner. An epic story of a battle between two human kingdoms where Song Spinner was the hero who brought the war to an end. "If they are researching us, they are doing so poorly."
sanguinehunger: (♰ 138)

[personal profile] sanguinehunger 2024-07-27 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Initially puzzled--and a little amused--by her grumpy face, Astarion rolled his lips between his teeth caught the book as she slid it across the table, picking it up and reading the title. It took him a moment to comb through his memory, his features smoothing out into realization. "Aaaah, yes. The charlatan. Unsurprising, if I'm honest, darling, history is rife with this type, in every reality I suspect."
invigorates: (this is some modern warfare bullshit)

[personal profile] invigorates 2024-07-28 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Ugh." She replied, disgusted as she plucked the book from his hands like she feared he might get some disease from simply holding it. "You know, love, that tale he writes of was a harrowing war I was a part of. He did nothing."
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[personal profile] sanguinehunger 2024-07-28 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
She was so rarely in anything resembling a foul mood that Astarion was struggling not to laugh at her adorable grumpy face. He leaned in to kiss it instead, a quick press to her lips and then a peck to the tip of her nose. "That's all a bard does, I fear. If you find anything by a man named Volo, just know it's a few grains of truth and an entire silo full of embellishment. If it helps, I will gladly make sure this volume finds itself conveniently lost. In a barrel. Set on fire. Or perhaps we should make some thorough edits."
Edited 2024-07-28 15:08 (UTC)
invigorates: (I can't handle all this pulp.)

[personal profile] invigorates 2024-07-29 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Her frustration was easily assuaged with gentle kisses from her beloved, a sigh exhaled heavily enough to flutter the pages of the book in front of her.

"Edits?" A tempting idea. But Lioriley ended up shaking her head. "No, I fear we would need to rewrite the entirety of it ourselves in that case. Better it burned, for all I will lament the loss of a tome." Less so that one though...
sanguinehunger: (♰ 111)

[personal profile] sanguinehunger 2024-07-30 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you sure?" Astarion held the the book up and gave it a little wiggled, a wicked grin on his lips. "You could regale me with the truth of it, and I could make the necessary edits with some very colorful notations as to what a colossal idiot the original author of this trash is."