❪ event ❫ khalo? can you hear me?

[natha]

In normal circumstances, this would have been near the time in which you're called upon to greet the newly awakened. Unfortunately, I speak to you to inform that we must postpone that — there is trouble on your horizon. What, I cannot see for sure. We shall continue to monitor the situation, however — we - ... we — [feed cuts off.] OLYMPIAN PRESERVATION     The city of Olympia is preparing the send-off of its most prized artifact: the heart of the ancient dragon, Ysverai. In doing this, they've transformed the palace court into an exhibition detailing the centuries-old war between Wyver and Olympia. Sculptures of Nithor the Exalted and his men and women in clean, white marble, while their armors are polished in perfect gold. Among Nithor are the sculptures of stallions in all shapes and sizes that also aided in the great war. Further in the exhibition, one may also find other artifacts of much older weaponry, rusted by its time in the earth, and items found from a time when humans feared the dragons. The Royal Guard has increased its numbers in wake of such a public event, particularly because the heart will be in display also. The heart is not what one might expect it to be: about the size of an average human, the heart's core is surrounded in stone, a red glow emitting from its still beating core. If that were not unsettling enough, one might also find that lingering around this particular exhibit will have undue affects on one's inhibitions. You'll notice your heart has fallen into sync with the organ, and your more selfish desires will come forth. Things that have long been buried will rise up and place you in a state of unease, encouraging paranoia about your companions intentions. Allow it to fester, and one will carry this feeling with them long after you've left the scene. It's probably a good thing this is leaving Olympia — perhaps it's a source of so much conflict you've endured. It's easy to become mesmerized by all the historical artifacts that are present in Olympia's exhibition. Some even seem mystical or, like Ysverai’s heart, to hold unspeakable powers. Others are just a little eerie. Either way, Olympia prides itself in its generosity and their grand displays, and so refugees are urged to learn more about their artifacts by spending the night in Palace Court. Though, someone should probably mention that there are rumors of strange, almost occult things happening around these relics at night. People speak of armored soldiers casting shadows that have the ability to walk on their own, or gemstones that catch the moonlight in a certain way and show you visions. But those are just silly ghost stories, right? TALL TALES OF KHALO VILLAGE     Because of Khalo's proximity to Wyver, it's no surprise that they would catch wind of the peace talks between Wyver and Olympia. In response, for the first time in centuries, Khalo Village has willingly granted passage to outsiders — but visitors will immediately find out that one cannot just simply walk into the village. Visitors will need to inhale the smoke of a fyrra herb in order to enter the premises without falling into slumber. Khalo is notably different than what refugees are used to. Visitors, specifically refugees, will find that they are exceedingly accommodating. The Khali are very intrigued by the outsiders, thus they're treated with much respect and given instant access to some of the best lounges and fyrra the village has to offer. In exchange, the village is interested in hearing about your journey thus far. Whether it be through a conversation with another individual or the Khali themselves, they'll very likely to have been eavesdropping and recording the tales of their exploits. Why, exactly? Perhaps it will not be immediately clear, but if you happened upon a venasou, a tamed Khali creature, it may have guided you to their Enchanted Library. Upon entering the library, visitors will notice that it is quite the happening place — but not because it's occupied by the Khali, but because there seems to be an assembly of magical quills seemingly writing on their own. The quills are mostly undisturbed by the intrusion and will not stop writing even if parchment is taken from it; it will simply produce another piece of paper and continue its tales. If you happen to read the parchment, you may notice that there is a daunting similarity between your story and the ones being written here. Tales of Thesa birthing new races and sending them from the sky, for example, are very popular in Khalo Village. They mark July 15th as the day in which the Moon Goddess, Thesa, created more people in her image and brought them to El Nysa as saviors. The coincidences don't end there: specifics about your home world might be found in the writings if you search deeply enough — but it's not without its exaggerations. These stories are given all sorts of poetic and literary forms, from short stories to limericks, biographies to something similar to haiku. If asked, the Khali will inform visitors that the enchanted library has access to vague parts of your memories, and thus it is duty-bound to record. The Khali have not seen stories as strange as the ones being made by refugees, which is largely why they are interested in them. NOTE: This is entirely optional! You may make up your own "stories" (fanfiction) and it could be as accurate or inaccurate, or as serious or silly as you'd like. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors of the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works — KING AND KIN. If one is willing to delve deep, they may also find parts of Wyver's past that have been removed from their own archives. These pages will recount the tales of Shanrian and Rasyc. Though a lot of the narrative seems to divide at certain points in the story, it becomes obvious with some quick reading that Rasyc is not only the son of Shanrian, but that he glorifies the Wyver of old, more bloodthirsty and brutal than it is today. Unlike his father, he does not take kindly to Olympia and the threat they will always pose for their people. He has not forgotten Olympia's past sins and he believes that, in his foolish quest for peace, the king has gone soft and no longer possesses the real will to fight. His present voice in affairs of state is not a loud one, as he chooses to speak in whispers and move in the dead of silence. In these quiet murmurings, he boasts of his unwavering belief in the power and dignity of his people. Of how they should all return to what they once were — the kingdom, its citizens, and naturally the father who he had once admired greatly. Though perhaps it can be argued that any estranged son would wish the same. It's difficult to pinpoint what becomes political and what is and always will be more personal for him. But, it hardly matters. It's clear that Rasyc will stop at nothing to achieve his objectives, even if it means never returning to place he calls home. Even if it means turning his back on his own father, Shanrian, King of Wyver... DRAGONFIRE. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors to the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works. In particular, tales of Ysverai, the last of Wyver's great high dragons. Ysverai is most commonly known for being slain by Olympia’s past king and legendary hero, Nithor, but here in Khalo he is depicted in another light. Ysverai is known to the Khali people as a wise being, old as the first inhabitants that walked El Nysa. The creature spoke in the common tongue to the early settlers, guiding them to refuge when his kin began to dominate the land at the cost of its own isolation. It ultimately becomes a tale of sacrifice, for its stand with Nithor became a testament against the Olympian Empire's long reaching influence. At the bottom, there is a quotation: Your hearts will fill with greed and malice the moment my own stops beating. Take care in the Eye of the Storm. Find strength in one another, before it is too late. It seems to end there. Refugees are naturally allowed to question the natives. However, keep in mind that many of their replies will seem more like speculation than fact. But maybe that can be fun too? If you have no interest in the library and the tales they've woven, feel free to explore any of the other areas of interest. Khalo Village is thrilled to be open for you all. THOSE THAT SEEK PEACE, AND THOSE THAT SEEK --     The morning of the 20th is marked by fairly dismal weather. The sky is overcast and a downpour seems imminent. Regardless of the poor forecast, those who signed up to assist in this mission will be required to come early in order to receive their briefing. Members of Group A: ▸ Jon Snow (song_of_ice) ▸ Daenerys Targaryen (dorzalta) ▸ Loras Tyrell (triplerose) ▸ Terra (earthy) ▸ Alisaie Leveilleur (adelphoi) ▸ Solider: 76 (personalwar) ▸ Ardyn Izunia (daemonized) ▸ Mai(maipokerface) ▸ Olivier Armstrong (wallsofbriggs) ▸ Atsushi Nakajima (gekkajuu) Members of Group B: ▸ Kale (kaleorbekaled) ▸ Diana Prince (wondie) ▸ Pheonix Wright (objectionattourney) ▸ Revolver Ocelot (shashka) ▸ Frederick (pebblestone) ▸ John Sheppard (impavid ▸ Ianto Jones (torchwoodteaboy) ▸ Lena Oxton (quevarly) ▸ Allura (quintessent) Due to the rain, members of Group A will have to immediately stop by the checkpoint at the East Watchtower. Additionally, the Royal Guard and Knightryders are well-prepared with extra cloaks for those who may require it. They also will provide basic refreshments such as water and bread. People are encouraged to take what they need prior to their departure on this mission. The checkpoints are a bit far between, after all. Members of the envoy will also be encouraged to utilize this time to become familiar with one another. Maybe some introductions are in order? You never know who will end up having your back... For both groups, the paths will be relatively straightforward with evenly spaced checkpoints along the way. The only issue seems to be the downpour, really. The rain is unforgiving and the roads easily become unstable and increasingly difficult for the carriage to be drawn through. Hence, there may be more than one occasion where you will be expected to lend a hand in prying out its wheels from a particularly pesky (and muddy) pothole. Or perhaps you will be called upon by a fellow guard to assist in getting a particularly stubborn creature out of the path ahead of you. Seems like it may be a longer journey than you expected. Dirtier, too. While weathering the conditions may have been a bit tiring, this journey isn't too bad, right? Well, maybe not. GROUP A. Once the carriage gets through the worst of the terrain and finally manages to depart from the watchtower, it won't be long until the group is met with a physical roadblock. A large tree trunk will be set down the center of the road, acting as a blockade. But, before the group can react or begin crafting a plan around this obstruction, the carriage will be attacked without warning. At first, it's unclear where the attack comes from or from whom, but you don't have the leisure to deliberate this. You hear one of your fellow guards mention something about bandits frequenting these parts, but maybe there's more to it? Either way, your task is clear: protect the artifact, Nithor's skull, and fight the bandits off. You'll be encouraged to try and capture them so that they may later be turned and questioned by the authorities. GROUP B. With clear motives to restock and collect a few more materials for the carriage, it's evident that the envoy will appear restless to arrive at the second checkpoint. However, despite their unspoken delight at seeing the South Outpost from a distance, it's clear something has gone awry. There will be several hooded figures awaiting them right where the mud path meets the cobblestone of the Outpost's road. Soon, several more of these figures will come to flank them from both sides. While they seem like bandits, at least from their physical appearance, there is something far more polished in their movements. They will be attacking the envoy in concise, practiced formations. For those who are more perceptive, it becomes obvious that they are moving around and acting as decoy to one central figure. This member is likely the "leader" of their group, but no matter how one may try to close the distance between themselves and this mysterious leader, someone will constantly get in the way of that. The fighting also seems to act as a distraction since by the time everything is cleared up... only two things are missing. The leader of this group of bandits and more importantly — Ysverai's heart. NOTE: Those RNG'd to thread out the capture and questioning of the bandits will have starters below. For everyone else that signed up, you will still have the opportunity to capture the assailants even though they were not selected to thread the interrogation; you are free to make up your NPCs with the same basic guideline: they will not reveal their motive or their organization. You may turn them in to authorities (Wyver or Olympia or otherwise) or find creative ways to get rid of them. FINAL OOC NOTE     To reiterate: you may use this log as a general mingle for everything from the May Outline, including all Khalo Village activities. In other words, your top-levels don't necessarily have to be related to the prompts written here. An AC-eligible thread in which your character participates in anything mentioned in the May Outline and/or Khalo Village location page may be submitted for 2 REP POINT FOR EITHER OLYMPIA OR WYVER. SUBMIT THE THREAD FOR OLYMPIA OR WYVER HERE OR HERE RESPECTIVELY BY June 10th 11:59 PM EST. For those who participated in this month's plot-related portion, to receive IC recognition for it, a summary of the thread must be submitted HERE by June 8th 11:59 PM EST. Please direct all queries to the question thread below. Thank you, and have fun! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs ● bestiary taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp ● quest bulletin calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[jesus_is_gundam]

[It might be able to, but going up presents an entirely different question.]

Do you trust the Natha?

[Because he is more than a little unsure on them.]

[willrevile]

[ He laughs as they topple over, and stays smiling as they work on getting undressed - bit by bit, with Jim allowing himself to be distracted now and again. Though he does nip at Alexander's fingers once. Omnom piranha.

Another application of teeth: determining just how tightly pebbled he can get the other man's nipples, if he likes the sharp feeling of biting gently there. He's touchy and wholly comfortable with everything he's doing, peeling away clothes, kissing every newly exposed area of skin.

Jim's own skin is remarkably clear for someone who leads a life in an active military field, but medical science is a hell of a thing. There are old, faded scars, some of them oddlooking, partially nearly-vanished. A few patches of almost-sunburn, thanks to the beach. Space pale boys have a rough time. ]

[beatupgrass]

Nothing I'm that interested in hiding, but it's the principle of the thing, man. [He picks himself up off the table and scowls, chin resting on one hand as he just watches the quill carry on.]

I didn't sign anything. I feel like I should have had to give written permission for this.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket considers that silently, and then responds with a noncommittal shrug. In the end, it was a name appreciated by only one loser and that loser is dead. And now he's going to be immortalized as a jackass per Rocket's amazing dictation skills.

He's about to go back when he gets distracted again.] Please tell me he shot lasers out of his face. Don't let me be disappointed again, man.

[colorature]

_{[There is something weirdly normal about this, invading Mikazuki's space and just...relaxing by him. Diva can't remember the last time she's felt so mellow.]}

I never thought of it that way...but I guess you're right. I do have a lot of time.

_{[Which in itself can be a curse when boredom strikes.]}

[inaurare]

The home you came from?

[Linneus understands, in a way. He's found several times that his home was not what he thought]

Might I ask how, if you're willing to say...?

(([cough] I... forgot about this one, maybe. Oops.]

[colorature]

<sub>[No Vane, you didn't mishear anything.

She leans toward his hand silently, without paying it much thought, realizing instinctively what he seems to be reaching for. She probably does have a few interesting things stuck in her hair after the climb she'd just done to reach him.]</sub>

Catch a cold? _{[Aw...he's so sweet and caring.]} I'll be okay! You don't have to worry. _{[But no, keep worrying it's cute.]}

You want to ride one of those things?

[chickenhearted]

[ BECAUSE FURRIES ARE ALWAYS TRYING TO RUIN HIM??? like pls. why are they so evil?

He sighs in frustration, glaring at Keaton as he invades Waver's face space even more. ]

I guess I'm done bathing now thanks to you! So put me down on the ground then!

[notwagging]

Okay.

[ carefully, he gets down on one knee so that he could safely get Waver to a position where he could just roll out of his arms and without any problems. ]

... oh, do you need a towel? Or clothes? I could give you my shirt, if you'd like.

[chickenhearted]

[ And roll out of Keaton's arms he does, quickly getting to his feet afterward and still covering the family jewels with his hands. ]

No... my clothes should be just over there. There's no need for you to take your shirt off.

[ Why does this wolfman want to take his shirt off so bad?? ]

[versianvirtue]

Well...

[She considers. It might be fun to try, even if her projection's way off the mark. Besides, it can't be any more embarrassing than the situation she found Diana in, so she can bear a little bit of embarrassment for the sake of sating some curiosity. At the very worst, it will be an amusing diversion, and it might be nice to make Diana laugh.]

I don't see why I can't at least try it out. Tell me about your friend, and don't hesitate to be as descriptive as you can.

[notwagging]

[ it takes him a second to realize why Waver was placing his hands like that, and it immediately makes Keaton's ears lower and his tail twitch. ]

I'll turn around, if it makes you more comfortable.

[ he's already trying to keep his eyes off of Waver. ]

[versianvirtue]

[Even paying attention proves to be a Sisyphean task in her state... She begins to doze off, but jolts awake midway through.]

Fyrra...

[she murmurs dimly, spreading across his palm with her arm outstretched, reaching for something. She pats the surface of his hand a couple of times before succumbing to the crash of another wave of sleep, nestling against him in comfortable defeat.

When she shifts this way, a tiny object becomes visible. Her pipe has been behind her this entire time! Earth to Asseylum!]

[chickenhearted]

[ Jeez, finally he gets it! ]

It's fine. I'll just...go over here.

[ he side steps toward his clothes, looking sheepish. ]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Yeah.

[Chuuya looks angrier than Linneus has probably ever seen him...]

I found out that the Boss I worked for sacrificed the lives of a bunch of kids and a good man to further his own goals.

[objectionattorney]

Well just because I enjoy art doesn't mean I don't enjoy good drinks with good friends as well.

[Phoenix couldn't help but chuckle as he looked over towards Venom, feeling himself loosen up a little with his lover's playful tone. He most certainly wasn't used to seeing the younger man act in such a way and, truthfully, it was quite a pleasant change from how things usually were.]

I used to focus my studies in art and theater before I decided to switch over to law. So I suppose attending events like these fills me with a little bit of nostalgia.

But a date huh?

[He turned to face the heart once more, it's radiant glow filling him with a soft and comfortable warmth. Despite the context of what it was, there was something soothing about being around it.]

We did say we'd start doing things like that, didn't we?

[notwagging]

[ though he doesn't turn his head, Keaton's ears do swivel a little in Waver's direction. ]

... you know, even though you're a little excitable, you're a nice human.

[ his tail flicks. ]

I bet you get told that a lot!

[objectionattorney]

"I don't know the whole story since most of Olympias resources are biased towards their side. But from one encounter I've had some time ago, I believe it was something Olympia attempted to do but didn't succeed in, that caused Wyver to feel this way."

Phoenix was hesitant to come closer. He was slightly nervous to approach the captured Wyvern rebel in case she happened to wake up once more. In the end, he was just a normal guy, with no special fighting skill or special abilities. If anything this whole ordeal only reminded him of how out of his element he was.

"A few hundreds of years ago, around the time of Nithor the Exalted it seemed Olympia attempted to launch some sort of campaign to shatter all borders within El Nysa. To unite all countries into one in hopes of bringing peace. Of course, Wyver didn't take too kindly to some other country coming into theirs, attempting to tell them that they didn't want their way of life to exist anymore."

[terrantrash]

_{[He is alone, what an apt observation. It's a strange thing to point out, or would be if he didn't know that Setsuna knew things about him he didn't want anyone to know. He's alone and he doesn't want to be, but he doesn't really have to vocalize that, especially to a guy who saw all the ugly and embarrassing memories he has.]}

I'm looking for someone - Princess Asseylum. _{[He shouldn't have to describe her, not with how many times she showed up in those cursed flashbacks.]} We were separated.

[inaurare]

Oh.

[his mouth pulls into a frown at that. He has known dubious people, with dubious methods, and is able to overlook a lot - had to, because his personal feelings could never come into his work. But the involvement of children - children, who should be protected - is sickening to him in the first place, never mind the idea of their lives being put at stake.]

And you weren't aware until now?

[ettersberg]

( he likes it a lot, really. there's no use in - and no attempt to - hiding it. there's no attempt to swallow the moan that spills out when jim's fingers curl into thomas' hair, loosely for now. the moan is pressed to the junction of jim's hip and leg, so close to where he wants to be, where jim wants him, probably. )

[poolhall_killer]

[Venom feels like he should resist, but the warmth wraps him up like a lover's arms, and the heart continues to beat alongside his own.]

We did. And I was going to suggest a confirmed date soon before I was distracted by this exhibit. At least I was able to get in touch with you in person.

[So much for keeping his distance. Venom walks towards his lover, letting the heart gain access to his desires: the attorney before him. All to himself.]

We could do something here. That is, if you're up to it.

[He sounds like he's in control, but there's a fire raging beneath.]

[willrevile]

Yeah? [ In response to that moan. Jim flexes his fingers in his hair, rubs a soothing circle with his thumb as he gets his other hand on Thomas's shoulder, eager to keep points of contact. Rewarding him for that enthusiasm and desire. Jim strokes over his cheek for a moment, then shifts his grip in his hair and tugs him forward, mouth towards his cock. ]

[inaurare]

It would be interesting to know how they feel about it - beyond enjoying their flowers being picked.

[a little hum, wandering aloud as he strokes the creature-]

Do they consider them a nuisance at all, their growing...?

[ettersberg]

Mhmh. ( it's not a word, just a muffled noise in response to the flexing of jim's fingers, the hand on his cheek. when jim's grip tightens and he tugs him forward, thomas falls silent, too busy mouthing at jim's cock to make a noise, too busy fitting his lips over the head of it, licking at it before taking him deeper.

god, but he loves this. )