❪ 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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[steponme]

[Well, he's not going to take it away from Chuuya of all people, but--]

Actually, it's writing them about you.

[--and he's not lying, because the story being written is starring Chuuya and his sexual exploits with Shell just the other night... except it's being told from Chuuya's point of view. And includes some rather salacious thoughts about what he wants to do with Shell and how much he's enjoying it all and even comparing him to previous exploits...]

[Whether any of that is actually accurate is hard to say, but uh. It sure exists. And the quill just keeps on writing.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[WELL LOOK WHO JUST WENT FROM SMUG AND TEASING TO BLUSHING AND SPUTTERING IN RECORD TIME.]

What the fuck??

[He trues crumpling up the paper, and yet the quill just sets to writing on another conjured piece. It’s probably capable of summoning infinite papers...

Chuuya looks incredibly flustered now, crossing his arms with a huff.]

Why the hell would it write this??

[steponme]

I don't know! That's why I was trying to get it to stop!

[He didn't really want to broadcast to the world that he slept with Chuuya?? He's a private pervert, okay.]

[But oh, it's getting to a juicy part now. Which has Shell blushing even more, much as he knows he probably shouldn't be reading anymore.]

I guess these quills have been getting ideas from our memories? Or at least, that's all I can think of.

[thetaintedsorrow]

...maybe.

[Chuuya just stares, dumbfounded, as the quill writes out every last detail of Chuuya’s thoughts during their bang session. Why...why is he so cursed??]

I wonder if burning it would stop it.

[Though that may very well set the entire library ablaze...]

Well, I’m sure Reign would love to read it, at least.

[steponme]

[Hey, at least Shell doesn't think it's all true! Not that it'd be terribly unbelievable, but he'd rather think they were magically spying rather than magically reading their minds.]

I don't think they'll like it if you try and burn down their-- n-no way! Reign's the last person I would want to be seeing this!!

[thetaintedsorrow]

Relax. He’s not here, is he?

[God help Shell if he was.]

Speaking of, I’m sure he’ll find out what happened eventually. Is that gonna make things awkward between you two?

[steponme]

I don't... really know. He already knew about One from home, but that must have happened past what I can remember, so I don't know how he handled that either.

[WELL aside from the fact that he knows Reign hates him. But he can't really see that happening with Chuuya.]

And I guess we did... sorta... k-kiss a little at Flona Cove a couple of weeks ago. But we haven't really talked about it at all since.

[thetaintedsorrow]

If anything he seems to be rooting for us to bang.

[Vampire fanboy number one.

Look at Chuuya’s shit-eating grin as Shell confesses to smooching Reign.]

Kissed, huh? That’s cute. And on the beach, too. That’s romantic as hell.

[I’m sorry he’s like this.]

[steponme]

I never claimed to know how his mind works.

[He expected more jealousy, honestly. It's almost jarring to not see any... or maybe, deep down, he's a little disappointed about it.]

[ALSO LOOK AT THIS HUFFINESS]

That's-- [SIGH] I mean, I guess it was... it's not really the first time it's happened, but-- last time was because of one of those new perfumes he was still testing. So that didn't count.

[#denial tbh.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Don't be tsun, Shell.]

If you say so.

[It totally counts.]

Don’t worry, I’m not gonna start trying to get you two together or anything.

[Chuuya glances back down at the quill and immediately blushes again, this time snatching up the paper to try and keep Shell from seeing it. In vain, of course, because it just conjures up more paper to write on.

The thing has gone from writing about their night together to weaving a completely original fan fiction-esque tale featuring Chuuya as a foul-mouthed dom in...heels...]

This stupid thing...

[steponme]

As if that would even work...

[Does he sound disappointed?? Of course not, shush.]

[But thankfully, his attention is going to be drawn away by... the new story...uh.]



[And now Shell's blushing for an entirely new set of reasons.]

W-Wow... it spent almost a whole page just describing what you were wearing.

[thetaintedsorrow]

It sure did.

[Chuuya in leather and heels would admittedly be a hell of a sight.]

Now it’s writing about you.

[Apparently Shell is wearing nothing but a collar and leash in the story.]

Kinky. You’d look nice in a collar.

[He says oh so casually.]

1/2

[steponme]

[Oh. Oh it sure is, writing about the look on Shell's face as he kneels on all fours, begging his "master" to punish him for being such a naughty little vampire...]






[Maybe he shouldn't be reading this, it's gonna give him ideas.]

Y-You think... so?

[steponme]

...wait, can it really be that kinky when you're always wearing a collar? I thought you said you just wore it because you liked it.

[Callin' u out, Chuu.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

That’s different. It’s an accessory that just happens to be used for kinky stuff sometimes.

[It’s totally different.]

Besides, it’s only super kinky when leashes and pet names are involved.

[The quill seems to be writing about Chuuya stepping on Shell in those heels and calling him filthy. At least Chuuya is the one on top...

Oh, it just got even kinkier.]

Huh. You like being whipped?

[steponme]

I'd say the ownership aspect of a collar is pretty kinky on it's own.

[HE'S NOT DROPPING THIS]

[Oh wait, yes he is, because now he's being whipped by Chuuya and obviously loving every minute of it. Goddamnit it magic quill!! Why does it know him so well!?]

Th-That's... well... m-maybe a little?

[Maybe more than a little, because the story is gonna go ahead and write out some of Shell's thoughts on being whipped -- and it just so happens to mention scars on his back from his first session of being whipped by his "previous human master" -- as the story likes to put it.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Now that’s kinky.

[Heh. The little quill sure is set on embarrassing Shell by spilling all his little secrets. Chuuya does pause at the mention of the scars, though. That sounds kind of brutal, honestly, but whatever floats your boat.]

What about knives?

[Chuuya please keep your weird kinks to yourself.]

[steponme]

Knives?

[Chuuya don't give Shell ideas?? His kinks are already pretty borderline dangerous, give how much he loves being choked out.]

I've... never thought about them? But that sounds kinda... p-painful...

[But he's not saying it like it's a bad thing.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Depends on how skilled the person using them is. It can be just a light trace or deep cuts over non-vital areas.

[Having both given and received some quality knifeplay, Chuuya prides himself on being rather skilled with a blade.

Oh look, now the quill is writing out a nice scene of Chuuya showing off his knife skills by sliding cold steel along heated flesh.]

It just does what it wants. I wonder if it’ll keep going after we leave, or if it’ll pick on someone else that gets close.

[steponme]

[Sorry, you'll have to excuse Shell, his imagination is currently exploring knife kink and remembering that One totally held a knife to his throat the last time he saw him, before he realized it was Shell standing there... and now imagining One holding it to his throat, just the threat of a sharp blade against his skin, as he pounds him against the wall--]

[But he hears Chuuya talking, just enough to give a distracted sort of response.]

Ah... hmm, maybe... but should we really just leave what it's written so far here for anyone to find?

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Excuse u Shell, spacing out while Chuuya is educating you on knifeplay is rude. Though he’s pretty sure he knows what you’re thinking.]

It keeps writing regardless. Maybe if we tell it our names are something else it’ll change them.

[Worth a shot, right?]

Yo, quill, you got my name wrong. It’s not Chuuya, it’s Faust.

[HA.]

[steponme]

[The quill pauses.]

[But then quickly floats up to Chuuya's face and draws an x over his mouth in thick black ink.]

[And then just quietly resumes writing its kinky Shell/Chuuya fanfic.]

[Pfffft]

I don't think it liked that.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[RUDE. Chuuya tries wiping the ink off, but it’s staining his face pretty bad. God damn it.]

Whatever.

[He wonders what would happen if he just grabbed the quill and snapped it in two...

Just then the quill starts writing something else, an AU with vampire Chuuya...]

Heh. I bet I’d look good with fangs.

[steponme]

[Gonna just reach into his pocket and offer Chuuya a handkerchief... it looks like some bizarre mustache by now.]

[But yes, here we go, Vampire Chuuya AU... except Shell isn't in this AU.]

[Nope. Instead he's gonna get an eyeful of Vampire Chuuya dominating a blue-eyed human named Eric.]



[Shell's face tho--]

...I don't like this one.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya manages to wipe away a good bit of the ink with the handkerchief Shell hands him, still grumbling about the mess when he notices the look on Shell’s face.]

What?

[Chuuya glances back down at the story.]

Who’s Eric?

[Nobody Chuuya knows.]