You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready?
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All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit!
 You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.)
The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything...
The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings.
As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself.
Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around.
You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station...
BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair.
Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned?
A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize.
 As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess—
[ He continues for another 15 minutes... ]
Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze!
To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia!
As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples.
Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through.
But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings.
They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction.
Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met.
WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way!
FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up.
Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away...
But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely.
The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision...
A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other.
They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes.
A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon.
This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury.
OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees.
Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts!
Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour.
Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it?
OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer.
The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed.
At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels.
The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do.
You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now.
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Axel grins a bit. Yeah, he knows all too well just how much focus, discipline, and practice magic can take. Don't ask him how many times he burned his eyebrows off, he won't be honest. He gives a bit of a laugh and waves a hand.
"Big guns have their place just as well," he says, seeing the olive branch and raising a few leaves. "Lightning and fire aren't so different, at the end of the day--one begets the other, and so on." He glances up at her again, eyebrows lifted. "So is lightning your element of choice?" he asks. "Or just what the needs of the operation called for in the moment?"
Despite the somewhat rocky start to the conversation, he is genuinely interested in hearing about how magic works on other worlds.
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pun absolutely intended."Aptly put. I suppose you could argue that fire is lightning's gentler sibling, in a way. Tamed." Urbosa muses mostly to herself, taking the initiative to nudge one of the many bedrolls around the fire pit closer to the glow and warmth of the bonfire and settle comfortably on it like a cushion. Judging from the nod to her side, she's even extending the invitation for him to pull up his own makeshift bedroll-turned-cushy-seat if he so desires.
"Lightning is my only affinity. It's very rare for someone to have more, but I wouldn't be terribly surprised if it came up eventually." Considering Link had lightning, wind, fire, and water under his belt - even if those magics were gifted to him by herself and the other Champions. Still counts.
Speaking of which, she'll eye Axel with no little amount of her own curiosity. "Is fire your go-to, or do you have others?"
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Eyyyy, is it hot in here or is it just Axel?"'Tamed'?" he echoes, looking a little indignant. He folds his arms. "I prefer to think of it as 'disciplined', maybe... but... po-tay-to po-tah-to, I guess." He grumbles a bit. No one would dare call a brush fire or a fire tornado tame, he thinks, but... well, mileage may vary, perhaps. Maybe. He won't deny that there's a savage wildness to lightning that fire lacks, but he's a little too proud to admit that aloud to a stranger.
He meets the tall woman's eye for a moment and then pulls up his own rolly-squishy seat, waving a hand at the flames that now curl away from the base of the fire and making them dance in tiny whirls. Glancing at her, he smiles a little.
"Fire's my forté," he says, and then waggles a hand back and forth, as if in uncertainty. "I used to be able to do a few others, but seems the Storm or something got in the way of that," he says. "I mean, fire is the only one I've got a real knack for, but having the others was handy." He clicks his tongue. "Guess it's true you don't appreciate it 'til it's gone," he says with exaggeratedly maudlin disappointment. "But, I mean... I learned it once, I can probably learn it again, right?"
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You could say he's pretty fry for a white guy."Maybe I should reword that. Wolves are wild, but dogs are tame. I suppose fire can be seen the same way in that it's both at once." Calm ur ass down and take the compliment, Axel. Urbosa reclines a little, grabbing a second bedroll and tucking it against the small of her back to give her more real estate to lounge on, watching the tongues of fire twist and wave under his direction.
"That's a good attitude to have. Adapt to your surroundings, and you become stronger in the struggle." She agrees easily enough, blinking lazily as the warmth from the fire pit sinks in. "In the worst case scenario, you can hone your talents with flame even further, right?"
The Gorons would probably have a better idea how to push his flame talents to the point of melting metal, but seeing as Daruk is still in stasis... well. She'll just have to do her best.
"My name is Urbosa, by the way. Sav'saaba."
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He grins a little as she reclines into the second bedroll, but sticks to just the one he's got, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, letting his arms drape between them. He gives a nod then.
"Yeah," he says. "I mean, better I lost the stuff I wasn't so good at, right?" He laughs a little. "If I'd kept those and lost my fire, I'd be in a world of hurt if I had to kick any amount of ass." He offers her a hand then, to return the introduction. "Nice to meet'cha, Urbosa," he says, the pronunciation rolling fairly easily off his tongue, though the accent will take a few tries to really nail. "I'm Axel. What's... sav... sav-sahbah?" he asks then, shaking his head a little, though his expression is curious. He presumes it's a greeting, wherever she's from, but he's always had a knack for words and is always interested in learning some new ones.
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"Likewise." She accepts the handshake, inclining her head politely as she does.
"Sav'saaba." Urbosa corrects him (frankly his accent is almost endearing), enunciating more slowly than she would otherwise for Axel's benefit. The clear curiosity in his tone makes her smile widen a little. "It means 'good evening' in the Gerudo language, although you'd have different greeting phrases depending on the time of day."
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She corrects his pronunciation gently, and he grins a little as she explains.
"Gerudo, huh?" he echoes. "Don't think I've ever heard of that one before. Sav'saaba to you as well, then," he tries again, and gets the pronunciation nearly right this time. "Is Gerudo a city, or its own world?"
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She chuckles to herself, giving him an encouraging nod at the attempt. Not bad for a beginner!
"It's a region, a race, and a town. Here." Urbosa leans forward to grab a thin, lightly charred piece of wood near the edge of the fire pit, and starts drawing a map of Hyrule in the dirt between them as best as she can recall. "Far to the southwest. Things may have changed in the last 100 years, but this is the way it was when I was alive."
Oh. Right. Uh...
Did she mention she died? 'Cause that's a thing.
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"Seems like a good-sized little empire you got th--" He pauses when her words sink in, and gives her a look that teeters somewhere between shock and dismay. "When you were alive?" he asks carefully. He doesn't want to offend her, but... that's a pretty peculiar caveat.
All things considered, he could rather say the same thing himself. He hasn't always been Axel, after all. Lea had to die for Axel to be born, but... somehow he doesn't think Urbosa means anything quite so metaphorical.
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"Ah... that's..." Still a sore spot, honestly? "...it's a long story; I won't bore you with the details." Casual deflection, nbd nbd moving on. YOU GOTTA RAISE YOUR RANK WITH HER FOR TRAGIC BACKSTORY. Insufficient influence etc etc, you know how that RPG stuff goes. "But yes, I died. It's over and done with now, no point dwelling on it."
Urbosa shrugs a little, apparently not terribly upset despite the subject matter, prior to refining her map drawing so it focuses primarily on the Gerudo Desert and the surrounding area. A small square gets put approximately where the Town would be.
"Our territory extends pretty far into the surrounding areas, most of it empty desert. Easy to get lost there if you don't plan outings carefully."
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"Wasn't tryin' to be nosy," he says. "You might say we have a little something in common, there." But we can save this discussion for a time when this social link has been leveled up a bit more.
He barks a laugh then.
"Man, I went to this desert once," he snorted, shaking his head. "I used to travel a lot, for work," he clarifies, and waves a hand, "and there was this desert town my colleagues and I spent some time in. Once I wound up in the wrong area, like... I guess I just got all turned around on my way in, and I was just wandering around in the desert for like an hour, 'cause I knew if I didn't meet my objective I was gonna get in trouble, so I couldn't just go home." He reaches up and tweaks a spike of red hair. "I tell you what, I got so sunburnt," he guffaws, "my face and my hair were literally the same damn color."
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Work, huh. Suuuuuuuure, Axel.
The change in topic does help to chase away any first twinges of doom and gloom. He's an odd duck, isn't he? Still, the gesture is appreciated and noted for later. "Ah. A sure sign of a tourist." Although to judge from his attire, wearing a black coat of all things couldn't have helped the matter. That's practically begging to get heat stroke.
"You might want to consider packing cooling elixirs next time around."
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"Say no more," he says with a watery sort of smile. "I get it." And really, he does. His story would take quite a while to explain, too, and it's not exactly a happy story. He won't deny he's curious, though, and so the offer to maybe hear the story at some point in the future--once they know each other a little better, surely--is appreciated. He'll keep it in mind.
Giving a laugh at her accusation of being a tourist, he shrugs helplessly.
"What can I say?" he snorts. "I already stuck out like a sore thumb, anyway. Everyone there had bronze skin, like yours, and dark hair and eyes." He pulls one sleeve back a little. "I looked like I was from another planet."
Which, well... technically he is, but that's another story for another time.
"Cooling elixirs?" he asks, looking intrigued. "I've heard of regular elixirs, but nothing any more specific than that. Though... I guess if you live in a desert you're gonna fine-tune your restorative items to fit your daily needs." He gives her a curious look then. "Is everybody from Gerudo so... altitudinal?" he asks, lifting a hand and holding it alongside his head, like indicating how tall someone is. "I'm used to being the one to get stuff off the top shelf for people; haven't met too many folks taller'n me, so I'm kinda impressed."
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The many bangles lining her wrists chime softly as she shifts in place, resting an elbow on one knee and her chin on the back of her hand, smiling a little at her new friend's curiosity. Such things were common in Hyrule, but apparently not here. Or whatever it is he came from.
"Brew made to allow temporary heat endurance in wide-ranging travellers, although it certainly doesn't go down easily. There are others to strengthen cold and electrical resistance as well." Not even counting the many, many others to increase speed or toughness.
....altitudinal. Really, Axel? Just look at Urbosa giving you a bemused sidelong glance. She's judging you a little.
"We are, yes. Many vai stand even taller than me. I'm average." SHRUG. "A consequence of history, really, but that's to be expected. You don't have races with different attributes where you're from?"
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