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letsplayamurder2025-06-09 03:00 am
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LPM Test Drive
Greetings, mortals.
I thank you for accepting my plea. From across universes, I have summoned you to aid me in bringing light back to this land. Here, though, in this small pocket, we are free to relax for the moment. Steel yourself, and meet with me soon.
There is much to discuss.
Welcome to the official test drive for Let's Play A Murder, an experimental murdergame! Characters will work together to unravel an oncoming threat that strikes each week with something new to tear them apart. For now, tag around with potential picks for the upcoming game and get a feel for that sweet sweet murder CR! If you have any questions, please DM
Threads from this TDM (and others if you so choose) will count towards the RP sample of the applications.
Wherever you were, whatever you were doing... you're not there anymore. Instead, you've awoken on an unfamiliar but very soft bed. The room is sparsely decorated, ornate carvings of heroic figures intermingle on the walls with hairline cracks. This place has seen better days, but, possibly, so have you.
There is a nightstand beside your bed, as naked as anything save for an envelope sealed in wax. Inside is a letter written in a careful hand, welcoming you to this place; a safe area, free of those that would cause harm. Your host had to step away briefly, but she will return. In the meanwhile, she expects everyone to obey the rules of this place.
Included in the envelope was a small bronze key - to your room, no doubt. And luck - it unlocks your door. You're free to venture out into a semicircle of these homes you've found yourself in. And you're not alone, either.
Perhaps you should say hello to your new neighbors.
You've all become acquainted with each other, and met with your gracious benefactor. She had to dip out again, but has left you all with a veritable island paradise to explore. In the center pantheon, large profiles of each of you have been cast in the stone walls, details of your life chiseled beneath them in perhaps too much detail. Along with a set of rules cast on a bronze plaque. Seems straightforward enough.
Beyond that, it seems whatever information you'll gain will only be found by your own hand. You have the free time now, and it's a beautiful day outside. There's plenty to explore among the towering obelisks and half-standing temples. Just avoid trying to leave the edge of the island - a golden barrier will very rudely smack you in the face.
Feel free to make up locations for this. The island is anachronistic with all the amnesties of a modern home.
Purple clown? What? None of that here. But once you've found out where to leave those tribute coins you've 'earned' there's a small pile of items waiting outside your door. Some of which you might even recognize from home.
Or perhaps you've been given twenty wooden cut-outs of... who the heck is this guy.
Training exercises! In order to discern your godly nature, what better way to start than a good, very old-fashioned obstacle course.
Balance across the beams, avoid getting beaned in the head by a swinging bat. Swing from a rope. Or, if you're really feeling up to a challenge, pick up a sword and meet someone's steel with steel.
Or you can sit back and prepare medical supplies. Someone's definitely going to get hurt.
The sky darkens. Lightning overtakes the calm summers day. It's not long before the whole area is under attack.
From the very earth itself, monsters crawl from the ground; undead hands clutching rusted swords and shields. Digging themselves from their graves so that they can put you in yours. Somewhere, distantly, your mentor yells to take up arms, and is already lost in her own fray.
It's up to you to defend yourself, or to defend others. There's no honor in running away, but if you need to survive, it's not like anyone would blame you.
Congrats! You've survived the onslaught. But even as the sky clears, an ultimatum has been passed down from on high; if one of your group isn't slain by the end of the week, then the world you belong to will be destroyed.
Surely, nothing would actually be able to accomplish that, but that faint hope doesn't remove the tension from the air.
Seems that someone didn't want to take the chance.
One of your fellows has met with a gruesome end, and if up to you and everyone else to play detective and figure out just who did it. The hourglass is running out. Just try not to trip over any evidence.
Investigation’s done, it’s time for a trial! Perhaps you nailed it and someone's already confessing to their crimes. Perhaps you've been running around in circles, looking for anything that could move the trial forward. Maybe you all just decided to strip down, even if it wasn't necessary. Whatever the case, tensions are still high. Not just because you have to point out a culprit... but you have to lay down punishment for them too.
Majority vote decides, of course. This is a democracy, after all, but you can still waste time dithering on what to do next.
Mordred "Mo" Phontes | Original
[ Well. That all could have gone much worse, she supposes. She isn't exactly super stoked that her plans back home are effectively on pause indefinitely, but she's a patient woman and godhood could have its own perks.
For now she's standing in front of the rules plaque, staring(?) at them intently with a finger to her chin. ]
Hm.
4.
[ Mo's spirits have been fairly high during all of their stay so far, her chipper demeanor never faltering. But at the sight of the training swords, you get the suspicion that you're finally seeing her actually happy. There's a palpable sense of excitement practically radiating off her as she picks one of the swords up and starts examining it. ]
Hmm, not as good as my own darlings but arms are arms.
[ She faces the others, like she's about to issue a challenge-- ]
Now, anyone need any assistance? Tips and tricks?
[ --oh, never mind she's actually just defaulting to teacher mode. Guess that isn't a surprise; she's been very open about being both a knight and a combat instructor. You can take the teacher out of the knight training but not the knight training out of the teacher, it seems. ]
7.
[ Oh. Well, now that's unfortunate, isn't it? Kanan Matsuura is dead.
Mo's quiet for a moment, before moving towards the body. ]
I'll examine her.
[ Her voice is level, devoid of not just her usual cheer but any emotion, period. Flat and monotone enough to almost sound like a completely different person.
She glances at you. ]
It's a lot, so just leave it to me.
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[he came here to read all the carvings. He is less distressed about his life being on display than some: he is a noble. His life is very public as a rule]
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It's the wording - it implies there was once a way to do it. But now whatever those ways were have all dried up. Poof!
It paints a rather dire image, doesn't it? This really is a last chance kind of deal - no pressure, of course~
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Hm... indeed, you have a point. She must have been very desperate.
[he brightens up]
All the more reason for us to do our best and prove our worthiness of being chosen!
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I feel so much more assured already!
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Ha ha! Well, you can always look to Ferdinand von Aegir if you have need for inspiration!
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Yeah! How does Aoi hold a sword?
[Her arm wobbles then falls to the side, clearly sagging under the weight of a sword too big for her tiny body.]
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Well, for starters I think we need to find you one that's a better size for you. That one's giving you a bit of trouble, isn't it?
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Boop boop...it's really heavy. Are all swords like that?
[She stares thoughtfully for a moment at her big-ass sword when something pops into her head.]
Aoi might be more of a dagger-wielding assassin.
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[Calypso gives a sword an experimental twirl, shifting and adjusting the unfamiliar armor before swinging again.]
The sharp part goes into the other guy.
[She may have less of the gist than anticipated.]
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And what part of the other guy?
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[She thinks for a second.]
To kill them, or to hopefully not kill them?