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❪ event ❫ khalo? can you hear me?

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!

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i) THESA - LIGHTS OUT

[The sudden break in the broadcast puts his heart in a bind. He sits and replays it twice, dread mounting. Paces. Snatches himself a small flask, still swishing with scotch, and the knife Steve got him for Christmas. Too small to stick much anything but a rat, but better than nothing. The idea of walking around with a chef knife, poised like he's Norman Bates in his mother's nightgown, doesn't sit too well with him.

Besides, any blade would be a moot point if his fears are realized now.

He teleports to the station immediately. Lights are flickering. The speakers keep iterating the same shit on repeat. "We shall continue to monitor the situation, however —" He takes a deep breath and beelines for Stasis.

Oh sweet Lordy, if there is a God let His wonders be known now, and keep everything sleeping.]

ii) OLYMPIA

a) Be Still My Beating Heart

[The exhibit is something to behold. Richie takes his time at each stand, moving in silence. The heart itself, fabled and glowing as if with pride in its own power, holds his gaze like a flickering flame. He stands, stupefied. The fine hairs at the back of his neck rise. There's that eerie sensation of being watched.

He catches your eye, startled and uncharacteristically wordless.]

b) Night at the Museum

[The locals were all so gung ho about their old trinkets and curios. And Richie, who was trying his best to learn and adapt as best as an old fart could, wanted to know more about this world he was cursed to live in. So in spite of feeling like he was playing at being fourteen and all too green again, he opts to spend the night at the exhibit.

Ignorance isn't bliss, but buddy, knowledge don't let nobody sleep at night. Case in point: here he is, jolting awake from his sleep by an unearthly whisper. Something something...the words were gone. But he'd heard it. Richie turns to the sleeping bag next to his.]

Hey — did you hear that?

iii) KHALO VILLAGE

a) Honey I Shrunk the DJ

[Expecting a smooth trek in when he'd already had to blow a joint just to pass the borders was, as he feared, an exercise in futility. As if the mushrooms at Murkwell Hollow weren't bad enough, he takes a wrong step and squishes some blooming purple offshoot underfoot. One minute he's regular, jiving at five foot nine.

The next he's squeaked down to an inch high and tumbling off that soggy violet fungal mess, landing in the grasses with the world's tiniest yelp.]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

b-i) Tall Tall Tales

[He'd been a little skinchy with the details of his time here. Not much of it was pleasant, after all, but he'd been affable as possible when getting grilled by a fairy person. (His initial balking had toned down some, he just had to remember Gamora and Rocket and Koltira — he had met stranger folk and everything would be a-okay.)

But getting to the library had him thinking it was all for naught. The moving quills held his attention hostage for a good ten minutes. Then he'd wandered a bit. Cosmic coincidences could never cease, for a tome he pulls out on a whim (freshly printed, too) spills open to a page with a ballad running along one side and a grim wood-cut illustration on the other. Seven children with their backs to the viewer stand dwarfed at the bottom, the silhouettes of thatched houses and trees (wrong details, wrong era, just like how the kids are dressed like Olympian tykes), all of which are engulfed in the shadow of the wicked djinn above. The face is painted in all the wrong ways, and the costume is jester-like with diamonds painting the sleeves and a jingle-belled cap sitting atop its head. But the smile is the same, shark-toothed and bright even rendered in ink.

Richie blanches at the sight. Starts murmuring the words.]

Beneath a town in the Valley of Maine
There lives a daemon, called by no name.
The folks above never have to think twice
With the gift of a year long sacrifice...

b-ii) Sing Me the Song of Your People

[Or perhaps the story he picks up is your own. Maybe you catch him reading a limerick from over his shoulder, or he could be holding up the book and comparing the illustration against the real thing from across the room.]

Oh — is this one you? Snoopy little fuckers, aren't they?

c) Smoke Gets in Your Eyes (Gen OTA + Possible NSFW for previous CR age 29+ only)

[He'd really gone done a terrible rabbit hole, picking up smoking again. First came the smokes, which was right before the apocalypse. Then came the weed after. Then there came the pills and the lines after the resurrection, though Richie has stayed his hand there soon after. Sorted himself mostly out, settled back into his usual discomfort instead of seeking absolute oblivion.

The stuff they offer here is kinder. It goes down sweetly, plumes out in pleasing clouds. He takes a puff before offering a round to the chum next to him, grin already going lazy as he sinks into the plush pillows.]

Feels a bit like Morocco. I've missed shishah, it's been ages since I've done the lounge stint like this.

iv) WILDCARD

((If there's anything else you'd like, hit me with a surprise prompt or pm me to discuss things!))

[You know who the worst person to catch you when you're an inch tall is?

The current shortest guy in El Nysa.

Rocket has keen eyes and better hearing, and has lived in the area long enough not to tussle with the plantlife too much, so while he keeps a wide berth, he still hears that sound and immediately stops, not quite realizing the source.]

Oh no, I remember this shit from week one. Not today, shithole planet. Not today.

[He could have used some of those keen senses ten seconds ago. Why was fate always so cruel?

He recognizes that voice straight away. It's a booming bray now to his tiny ears. Richie rolls over in the grass and hits a pebble that would reach his waist if he stood up straight.

He can't comprehend this, even now. Looking up at the trees has turned the canopy into a dizzying Escher nightmare. Leaves and branches press into infinity.

Cold fear grips him tight. He hollers. What was its name? Oh fuck him, what was it?]

FOCKET! No — shit, ROCKET!! ROCKET CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Richie Tozier | Khalo/Olympia/Thesa | OTA

iii- a i can't believe we tagged each other at the same time

Obv we are meant to be

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thesa

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b-ii

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i. we're not talking about our shared clown trauma

ಠ_ಠ can't we do sexy smoking instead

ii-a.

hot damn a wild bijou!!

B-ii now with more aspic (not really)

if you work aspic in here i swear to god

anyway... iii a

hey i hate you, did you know

~iiic

ヽ/❀o ل͜ o\ﾉ

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THESA

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iii. a - i hope you're still taking tag-ins!

night at the museum..... sorry kabby ... dont be die