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TEST DRIVE #3
TDM #3
Welcome to The Marsh, wayward souls.
It's good to see you again.
The TDM is game canon and will be active MAY—JUL. For further details about the setting, please reference our current setting page. All the information there is fair game for this TDM.
It's good to see you again.
The TDM is game canon and will be active MAY—JUL. For further details about the setting, please reference our current setting page. All the information there is fair game for this TDM.
arrival
— TANGLED BELOW ( NEW CHARACTERS ONLY )
CW: trapped underwater, drowning
Your journey begins as it has for all of those before you: in The River.
The water is lukewarm, and murky with dirt and vegetation. The surface isn't far away— but it might be hard to tell what direction you need to go in to reach it. To make matters worse, you are tangled in the plantlife around you, and will need to break free in order to escape The River's grip. There are others here who may be able to help you... but they'll have to find you first.
It's not possible for you to drown here; you may or may not recognize that you don't need to breathe, even down here. But every moment you spend with your head below the surface, you will spend trapped in the memory of your death, as if by a flashback. Depending on what brought you here, it may exacerbate your panic and confusion: maybe it isn't reeds, holding you back - maybe it's an assailant's hands; maybe it's not water clouding your vision, maybe it's something else, claustrophobic, smothering you. Or, maybe it's the dreamy, floaty peace you were expecting when you closed your eyes.
Regardless, you'll need to push through — to even start your journey, let alone finish it.
— BALANCED ABOVE ( EXISTING CHARACTERS ONLY )
You've traveled a long way to get here. Finally, there is a reprieve from the heat and chaotic energy of the Desert: the environment emerging around you is cooler and calmer, if not quieter. There are quite a few creatures populating the Marsh, both fantastical and not. Frogs croak quietly from the reeds; fireflies float along the surface of the water.
Wading around and through the muddy shallows of The River isn't exactly comfortable, so it may be a relief when the group comes across a wooden walkway rising out of the water and leading deeper into the Marsh. The planks creak under your weight, but they hold firm, and draw something like a path through the dense same-ness of the environment.
That path is anything but straightforward, though. And in the seemingly-perpetual dusk around you, it might be easy to get turned around: whether you have to retrace your steps from a dead-end, or lose track of others in the gloom.
You must be tired. But surely it's only a little bit further... right?
a marsh less traveled by
— THE VILLAGE
However much further it is, eventually you reach it: a small village, mainly comprised of wooden, multifamily homes lifted above the water on stilts. (Be careful which ones you choose to rest in, though — some of them might wander off with you still inside!) As with the shelters in previous locations, the homes are decorated as if by many tenants before you, continuously building on top of what was there before, and you may happen upon small items you recognize from home.
Unlike previous shelters, these don't seem like they've been abandoned for long. The items you find might be in better condition than they would have been elsewhere, and there might be newer or more comfortable amenities. Beds with softer sheets and more numerous pillows; pantries stocked with shelf-stable foods; unbroken toys or even board games with all their pieces.
Given the nature of The River here, this is also the closest The Ferryman has kept their vigil to the group's living quarters so far. While they still remain on the outskirts of the village — seemingly as separated as they can manage while still casting the Lantern's light where it needs to be — it's not as much of a trek out to see them. You might even pass them more than once on your regular goings-on during the day.
If you continue following the walkways, out to the edges of the village, you'll find a small pier with a number of rowboats lashed against it. They're small, and maybe a bit dusty or mossy, but they're sturdy, and large enough to accommodate two people at a time. There's no one else here but you — presumably no one will mind if you take one out deeper into the Marsh?
mist of memories
— AND BEYOND
There's plenty to be found, if you venture out: from the burping firedamp, to curious reflections of familiar places, to the choking mists of the mangroves.
Try not to get lost in those mists. It's a disorienting situation on its own, but certainly exacerbated by the wraiths that will follow you in great numbers, their misty forms often camouflaged within the mist itself. It's stressful. That must be why you might feel like you're seeing other ghosts in the mist as well, figurative or literal. Snatches of familiarity, just at the edges of your vision; maybe a face you never thought you'd see again.
It's not all dark and dreary, though. There are patches of brightly colored wildflowers growing throughout the Marsh as well, hidden among the leggy roots of trees and patches of reeds out on the water. In particular, the same bright orange marigolds that dotted the path you traveled in from the Desert also peek out in places throughout the Marsh, usually in clumps of three or four. They almost seem to follow you as you pass — maybe, even, smile knowingly at you. But surely that's a trick of the light?
Harder to ignore are the rarer, but unmistakable, bioluminescent blue flowers scattered among the others. If you touch one, it may have something to whisper to you — but if it's a voice, it's almost too soft to hear, and even if you could, the words themselves are unfamiliar.
But there's no one else here but you. Right?
Image credits: 1, 2 + stock imagery unless otherwise noted
Your journey begins as it has for all of those before you: in The River.
The water is lukewarm, and murky with dirt and vegetation. The surface isn't far away— but it might be hard to tell what direction you need to go in to reach it. To make matters worse, you are tangled in the plantlife around you, and will need to break free in order to escape The River's grip. There are others here who may be able to help you... but they'll have to find you first.
It's not possible for you to drown here; you may or may not recognize that you don't need to breathe, even down here. But every moment you spend with your head below the surface, you will spend trapped in the memory of your death, as if by a flashback. Depending on what brought you here, it may exacerbate your panic and confusion: maybe it isn't reeds, holding you back - maybe it's an assailant's hands; maybe it's not water clouding your vision, maybe it's something else, claustrophobic, smothering you. Or, maybe it's the dreamy, floaty peace you were expecting when you closed your eyes.
Regardless, you'll need to push through — to even start your journey, let alone finish it.
— BALANCED ABOVE ( EXISTING CHARACTERS ONLY )
You've traveled a long way to get here. Finally, there is a reprieve from the heat and chaotic energy of the Desert: the environment emerging around you is cooler and calmer, if not quieter. There are quite a few creatures populating the Marsh, both fantastical and not. Frogs croak quietly from the reeds; fireflies float along the surface of the water.
Wading around and through the muddy shallows of The River isn't exactly comfortable, so it may be a relief when the group comes across a wooden walkway rising out of the water and leading deeper into the Marsh. The planks creak under your weight, but they hold firm, and draw something like a path through the dense same-ness of the environment.
That path is anything but straightforward, though. And in the seemingly-perpetual dusk around you, it might be easy to get turned around: whether you have to retrace your steps from a dead-end, or lose track of others in the gloom.
You must be tired. But surely it's only a little bit further... right?
a marsh less traveled by
However much further it is, eventually you reach it: a small village, mainly comprised of wooden, multifamily homes lifted above the water on stilts. (Be careful which ones you choose to rest in, though — some of them might wander off with you still inside!) As with the shelters in previous locations, the homes are decorated as if by many tenants before you, continuously building on top of what was there before, and you may happen upon small items you recognize from home.
Unlike previous shelters, these don't seem like they've been abandoned for long. The items you find might be in better condition than they would have been elsewhere, and there might be newer or more comfortable amenities. Beds with softer sheets and more numerous pillows; pantries stocked with shelf-stable foods; unbroken toys or even board games with all their pieces.
Given the nature of The River here, this is also the closest The Ferryman has kept their vigil to the group's living quarters so far. While they still remain on the outskirts of the village — seemingly as separated as they can manage while still casting the Lantern's light where it needs to be — it's not as much of a trek out to see them. You might even pass them more than once on your regular goings-on during the day.
If you continue following the walkways, out to the edges of the village, you'll find a small pier with a number of rowboats lashed against it. They're small, and maybe a bit dusty or mossy, but they're sturdy, and large enough to accommodate two people at a time. There's no one else here but you — presumably no one will mind if you take one out deeper into the Marsh?
mist of memories
There's plenty to be found, if you venture out: from the burping firedamp, to curious reflections of familiar places, to the choking mists of the mangroves.
Try not to get lost in those mists. It's a disorienting situation on its own, but certainly exacerbated by the wraiths that will follow you in great numbers, their misty forms often camouflaged within the mist itself. It's stressful. That must be why you might feel like you're seeing other ghosts in the mist as well, figurative or literal. Snatches of familiarity, just at the edges of your vision; maybe a face you never thought you'd see again.
It's not all dark and dreary, though. There are patches of brightly colored wildflowers growing throughout the Marsh as well, hidden among the leggy roots of trees and patches of reeds out on the water. In particular, the same bright orange marigolds that dotted the path you traveled in from the Desert also peek out in places throughout the Marsh, usually in clumps of three or four. They almost seem to follow you as you pass — maybe, even, smile knowingly at you. But surely that's a trick of the light?
Harder to ignore are the rarer, but unmistakable, bioluminescent blue flowers scattered among the others. If you touch one, it may have something to whisper to you — but if it's a voice, it's almost too soft to hear, and even if you could, the words themselves are unfamiliar.
But there's no one else here but you. Right?
Image credits: 1, 2 + stock imagery unless otherwise noted
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[Can he light both without incident? If he drops the match as the first one comes ablaze, that one will have to suffice, but if he can manage to set both alight, Frieda will be all the better equipped. Be it with one torch or two, she walks towards the white spiders, keeping her steps even and her posture tall and self-assured- she can't let Sunny see that she's anything but sure about this!]
Shoo!
[She swings the torch(es) in the creatures' direction, intent on scaring rather than harming them... and it succeeds! Sensing the heat, she enormous animals start moving backwards, slowly finding purchase with their many limbs. Frieda's torch swings turn more insistent, but the spiders don't exactly hurry up. Even so, the one in the back moves off the walkway and back onto the rotting trunk sticking out of the water! It seems like the plan to drive them off is working.]
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It’s a relief that the spiders back off, even as their long white legs and beady eyes are something Sunny is desperately trying to ignore. He can feel the creeping sensation of fear but… as long as he was with Frieda, he would be ok, right?]
Back… to Village… shouldn’t… follow…?
[That was hopefully the plan, and the sooner they got back, the sooner the spiders could fade from memory.]
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[She knows that Sunny will only be able to carry a limited amount of materials, and the two torches they have will remain lit for a long time - more than enough to escort him back to the village centre, return here with some stronger fellow souls, and transport everything over -, so there's no real urgency, but the sooner they get them installed, the lower the likelihood of the spiders entering their living area.]
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He… could help… should help… while Frieda holds off the spiders.]
…try… [It might have been too shaky for Frieda to hear, but Sunny does make his way back toward the hut. Torch, rags… pitch… it takes him time to find that last one again, because it’s unfamiliar. The teen can’t carry much, even with shoving the rags into his backpack, but he does grab what he can.
Right, time to make his way back to where Frieda is waving those torches!
…Except for the fact that one of the spiders took advantage of their prey dividing, and is now sitting on the top of the hut itself.]
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When she turns back to Sunny, hearing the hut's door fall shut as he exits it, she startles at the sight of the creature lying in wait for him - but having seen how scared he is of the arachnids, she attempts to act normal.]
Good work! Come over here; let's pass them by quickly!
[With the other two now both having vacated the walkway, but lurking uncomfortably close on the air roots, just out of reach of the torches she keeps swinging, they can pass them by - if that third one doesn't make a jump for Sunny!]
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…better ignore that for now and just do what she says!
The teen nods, still somewhat burdened by the unlit torches he carries, and starts to make his way towards her.
Unfortunately, the spider also decides to move, a slow yet articulated weaving from the roof of the hut onto the walkway behind him.
It casts shadows in the water, dark strands of reflection that cause Sunny to freeze. He hasn’t turned around, but the temptation is getting stronger.]
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Keep moving! Come on!
[Again, she has to swing the torches at the foremost of the other two spiders which tried to use her distraction to prod her with one of its long legs.]
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Frieda was safety… even if she had two very large spiders barely being fended off by torches near her.
So Sunny does continue, his steps small and measured until he can hear the creeeak of the wooden boards beneath the spider’s legs. Then he picks up the pace, almost running, as he makes his way towards Frieda.]
…!
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Go, Sunny, go! I'll be right behind you!
[She really means that - after all, there's a possibility of more spiders having moved in between their location and the village centre, so as soon as she's scared these three off sufficiently, she'll follow him to ensure he makes it back there safely.]
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He passes by Frieda, worried that the spider will get her but… she has the fire, right? So she should follow him… right?]
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Hopefully, he's made it back to the village centre without incident!]
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…stamina is not his friend, even when he has giant scary creatures chasing him. (This isn’t Headspace, he would be able to run further, that much was certain.)
That being said, when Frieda comes into view, Sunny’s gaze looks back with no small amount of relief.]
Gone…?
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Yes, they stayed back there. I hope they learned their lesson! Spiders who go after people risk getting hurt.
[She demonstratively raises the torches in her hands. She'd be glad to place them in holders, but for Sunny, she'd fend off as many more threats as she needs to.]
We can walk the rest of the way, I think.
[No more need for running!]
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Kept them… safe…
[Unlit torches, with the rest of the supplies in his backpack. Hopefully this would be enough! And it was the least he could do.]
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[She wouldn't want to accidentally light the unlit torches with the lit ones - it'd be a waste since they'd burn down without the pitch containing the fire at the top. Luckily, the rest of the way isn't long now, and they can walk rather than having to run (not that she feels in the mood for an all-too-leisurely stroll).]
You did really well, though! Good on you that you didn't panic!
We can wrap here or with yours?
Could Sunny accept that?
(Maybe, for this moment, he could. The least he could do was continue to carry the torches back to camp.)
Sunny’s nod was a bit more energetic, the light in his eye present, as he made to follow her back…hopefully without any more of their neighbor arachnids!]
🎀
Frieda keeps praising him for his bravery and coolheadedness, wanting him to feel more sure of himself. If he can keep moving despite feeling deadly afraid, that's half the battle won!]