Uncertain if this is a game for you? Curious to see how your character would act in it?
Testing the waters?
Then take them on this very first Home Tree Test Drive!
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Welcome to the Faerie Feast!
After your have gained your wings, you are met by a feast on the second floor with all that the forest can offer you. Tables and chairs are set up everywhere along the walkway between the houses, allowing the new visitors to meet and greet - or try to hide in the corners and eat berries all by themselves.
Try your new wings to be the first to grab those delicious crumbs of walnut bread? Or say hi to your party lights, courtesy of some excited glow worms and flies that just want to be your best friends.
Explore how your new gem works, try put your leaf clothes or decide to head further into the tree, seeing just what kind of place your have stumbled into. Maybe you will even get a glimpse of those hairy legs on the fourth floor?
[Having thirteen children and spending your days being a meat shield for more squishy adventurers made you a surprisingly patient man, so he's just grinning at Judar as if he's challenging the boy in return.]
Hah! It's a good thing this old fart has both a sturdy head and ass, then!
[Especially since he just smacked into the side of the ledge with a small 'oof'. It took him a moment, but then he's fluttering again - albeit a little farther away from anything solid.]
[Gravity magic isn't working right and heat magic isn't working at all, but it isn't like those are his specialties to begin with. The only drawback is that he can't go too overboard or he'll risk messing up his own wings, but really it's not all that different from the usual care he takes to ensure his hair won't get messed up.]
I'm feeling generous today, though, so maybe I'll give you a choice. Wanna dodge ice or lightning?
[Really, both is an option, but he hasn't tried combining them before.]
Ah, I would not have thought you were the kind to be interested in an old cat's rear!
[He grins widely, apparently not that worried about Judar or his threats. Instead T'or does his best to hover in place, the wings a bit out of sync but it least keeping him aloft.]
Well, let's not set this poor tree ablaze with lightning strikes, that seems unnecessary. If you want to challenge me with magic, I'd have to get my shield!
A shield? You really think that's going to do anything?
[Ice starts to form in the air around him, condensing into chunks and lengthening to form wicked spears. It's funny how Thalg Al-Salos seems almost pedestrian and boring now, but anything more would be overkill and there's nothing fun about utterly obliterating your opponent before you have a chance to gloat. Plus, it's not like this is a real fight, anyway. He's just playing.]
There won't be enough of your ass left for anyone to care about.
Hey, now! What's the fun in it if I can't even defend myself, hmm?
[Kid seemed serious, though, and he'd fought enough black mages in his days to know that it would hurt like a hedgemole under your feet if he was hit with any of that.
Bleeding wasn't really that attractive.
Sigh. This was what he got for being a loudmouthed old bastard, wasn't it? Nhagi would be laughing right now.]
[Judar tips his head to the side and actually makes the effort to consider that. It's definitely a lot more fun if his opponent stands a fighting chance, but, seriously, how many people actually did? Not many and definitely not this guy. Still, he seems to think it's going to do something, so maybe it would be funny to see him find out otherwise.]
How long's it gonna take you to get it? I don't like waiting.
[T'or is already on his way as soon as the boy seems to hesitate. He'd feel even better about this game if he could wear his armor as well, but the damn thing didn't have wing holes and weighed a ton.
Instead, he picks up his shield and is out fluttering again.]
[That's it? That's the shield? Judar has to laugh out loud at that. All it does is give him a target and, frankly, he doesn't usually bother to aim. Oh well, maybe he could try. Breaking the shield might be a fun way to start. He directs the icicles at the shield then releases them, sending them shooting forth at great speed.]
Too bad getting your toy just means I get to break it!
[Honestly T'or probably didn't have a chance, but with his shield it seemed a little less likely he'd end up bleeding profusely.]
You could try!
[Grinning, the old man grasped the shield harder, creating a shimmering shield wall around himself. He didn't quite expect those ice shards to be that damn hard, though, and he's hurled towards the life stream from the force.]
[Judar spins his wand with a grin. So the old coot can make a borg of some sort? Well, that's more interesting than a crappy shield, so he'll aim the next volley at that instead. He can't always break those. Usually, but not always. It could well be a disappointment, but if the guy dies, he dies. It's his own fault for being weak if he does.]
I am a Magi, after all. I could do this in my sleep.
[It's even easier with the wings, actually. Not having to use gravity magic to fly means there's only two spells he has to maintain at at time instead of three. If he was a little less vain about his hair and willing to go without using wind magic to puff it up, it's terrifying to think what he would be capable of.]
[For a second, Judar is too shocked to even be mad about it. He cuts the guy once and he's ready to give up? That's beyond lame. He's gotten so used to opponents that he can unleash spell after spell on and pound into a broken mess who would fight him until there was nothing of them left to fight with. Friendly sparring that ends at first blood isn't something he's familiar with at all. That's something meatheaded warriors who spend all their time training do and it's boring.]
Yes, you're obviously a strong kid with some amazing abilities. I wouldn't stand a chance.
[The old warrior rubs the back of his neck and smiles again.
To him, trying to win against a kid like Judar wasn't the point, and there was nothing to fight for other than his own pride. With his experience, pride only lead to unnecessary death.]
How about we have some of that tasty food and you can tell me how that magic of yours work? It's quite impressive.
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Hah! It's a good thing this old fart has both a sturdy head and ass, then!
[Especially since he just smacked into the side of the ledge with a small 'oof'. It took him a moment, but then he's fluttering again - albeit a little farther away from anything solid.]
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[Gravity magic isn't working right and heat magic isn't working at all, but it isn't like those are his specialties to begin with. The only drawback is that he can't go too overboard or he'll risk messing up his own wings, but really it's not all that different from the usual care he takes to ensure his hair won't get messed up.]
I'm feeling generous today, though, so maybe I'll give you a choice. Wanna dodge ice or lightning?
[Really, both is an option, but he hasn't tried combining them before.]
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[He grins widely, apparently not that worried about Judar or his threats. Instead T'or does his best to hover in place, the wings a bit out of sync but it least keeping him aloft.]
Well, let's not set this poor tree ablaze with lightning strikes, that seems unnecessary. If you want to challenge me with magic, I'd have to get my shield!
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[Ice starts to form in the air around him, condensing into chunks and lengthening to form wicked spears. It's funny how Thalg Al-Salos seems almost pedestrian and boring now, but anything more would be overkill and there's nothing fun about utterly obliterating your opponent before you have a chance to gloat. Plus, it's not like this is a real fight, anyway. He's just playing.]
There won't be enough of your ass left for anyone to care about.
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[Kid seemed serious, though, and he'd fought enough black mages in his days to know that it would hurt like a hedgemole under your feet if he was hit with any of that.
Bleeding wasn't really that attractive.
Sigh. This was what he got for being a loudmouthed old bastard, wasn't it? Nhagi would be laughing right now.]
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How long's it gonna take you to get it? I don't like waiting.
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Instead, he picks up his shield and is out fluttering again.]
There we go!
[...he's going to feel this in the morning.]
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Too bad getting your toy just means I get to break it!
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You could try!
[Grinning, the old man grasped the shield harder, creating a shimmering shield wall around himself. He didn't quite expect those ice shards to be that damn hard, though, and he's hurled towards the life stream from the force.]
That's some power, boy!
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I am a Magi, after all. I could do this in my sleep.
[It's even easier with the wings, actually. Not having to use gravity magic to fly means there's only two spells he has to maintain at at time instead of three. If he was a little less vain about his hair and willing to go without using wind magic to puff it up, it's terrifying to think what he would be capable of.]
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The next volley breaks the shield, pushing him back again and forcing him to dodge the rest. One slices his cheek and he grits his teeth in pain.]
Look at that, first blood.
[He wipes some off, giving Judar a half-smile.]
Alright kid, I give.
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[For a second, Judar is too shocked to even be mad about it. He cuts the guy once and he's ready to give up? That's beyond lame. He's gotten so used to opponents that he can unleash spell after spell on and pound into a broken mess who would fight him until there was nothing of them left to fight with. Friendly sparring that ends at first blood isn't something he's familiar with at all. That's something meatheaded warriors who spend all their time training do and it's boring.]
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[The old warrior rubs the back of his neck and smiles again.
To him, trying to win against a kid like Judar wasn't the point, and there was nothing to fight for other than his own pride. With his experience, pride only lead to unnecessary death.]
How about we have some of that tasty food and you can tell me how that magic of yours work? It's quite impressive.