❪ 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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[seagoing]

Now that's something I can hardly imagine to be true. There's got to be someone out there who's got your attention or at least caught your eye out there. The being a spirit of the Fade might be a little weird to be sure but I think there's far stranger things out there, don't you think? [She thinks of the...robots she's come across, and the animal people she'd met and seen on the network. Stranger things indeed.] Besides, you're far more pleasant than say, Aveline and she managed to find a man at least twice. Twice! If a grumpy stick in the mud captain like her can find love I'm sure the same will come to you, so don't worry so much.

[Not that she's ever really seen the appeal for it herself, but she offers him the best advice she can for matters of the heart. Love was far from her field of expertise, but he was someone who deserved it if he wanted it with how good he'd been to her after the kidnapping and dealing with the aftermath of it all. So if he was interested in such things she's all for it, ready with the usual teasing fare once he does get tied down with someone.

Sex however...sex she does know, and the interest lights up her eyes as she takes in more of the smoke of the Fyrra. Part of her is surprised from how blunt he mentions it, but underneath all that she's interested...curious as to what in particular he'd want to know about. She laughs then, an easy chuckle as she reaches up a hand (her left, and it feels so good to use it again-) to ruffle his hair with a grin.]

Oh Justice, now you're speaking my language. I might not be the best source of knowledge to go to for love, but sex is definitely something I know plenty about. It's fun, enjoyable, and doesn't always need the strings that come with a relationship to make things too complicated beyond just enjoying yourself. And I don't know if you recall my saying so but you are a very good looking man here, so I'm sure you'd have little problem with finding someone interested. [Another laugh leaves her lips then, along with some of the smoke she'd inhaled.] What would you like to know about it then? Sex, that is.

[whatisright]

[Justice still has his doubts--he does not know if he's even capable of mortal love, and if he is, he doesn't know if he would even recognize it--but that's not something Isabela can help him with. He's prefer to focus on what she's clearly more confident in.

When she ruffles his hair, the corners of his eyes soften in what passes as his version of a smile.] I suppose I am curious about participating in the experience in general. I have engaged in such a finite amount of physical affection that I find myself at a loss for what in particular I would like to do.

[He has to think for a moment, taking another drag of the fyrra.] I suppose performing oral sex would be a good place to start. [Then he can spend the experience focusing on the other person rather than jump immediately into engaging with the physical sensations of a body that still doesn't quite feel like his.]

[seagoing]

[...oh.

There's much she expected from him given the topic and his more almost innocent take on the way humans behave, like 'what's the point of it beside reproduction?', 'how does one approach someone for it', or 'why do it at all?'. The direct and almost blunt way of stating it gives her pause, and underneath it all a pleasant surprise at where his curiosity has lead him. The smoke she holds in her lungs, exhales into air around them gives her a heady feeling, relaxed but daring and she looks at him with a teasing grin on her lips. If she's honest with herself being so close to Justice is nice, and she wouldn't mind getting even closer if he wanted her to.]

It is an excellent place to start dear, why can't there be more men around like you eager for such things? [She laughs while carding her fingers through his hair, unconsciously enjoying the simple feeling of touch as she lets her fingertips trail down the side of his neck. The fyrra has her warm, comfortable, and maybe more than just a little personally interested in the direction of this conversation.] I'll tell you now that giving and receiving are equally as important, and most men you'll come across are far more interested in what they can get out of it than what they can do for who they're with. I know the amount of men I've bothered to do it for that offered to do the same is a painfully small number. But an eagerness to learn is good, very good. I've experience with both, so I'd be more than honored to answer anything you've been dying to know about it.

[whatisright]

Likely because I am not a man. Nor a woman.

[Justice relaxes under her touch. Her fingertips are somehow more intense than her hand would be, tickling the edges of his nerves and giving him just a taste of the intensity of her presence in her skin.

He takes another drag of the fyrra, holding it in his lungs before exhaling through his nose and then setting it aside. There's a warmth in his gut at her touch, a pull urging him to come closer, so he does. He pushes himself closer, laying his arm around her hips and nuzzling her neck just at her pulse point. Under the smell of smoke and silk, he just smells her.]

May I practice on you?

[He doesn't think just talking about it would help much, and he surprises himself by how much he wants to. He likes Isabela. He feels safe with her.]

[seagoing]

[Isabela pauses on answering the question, instead taking another pull of the fyrra herself and savoring the feel of how close Justice is against her. He's warm, and the way he nuzzles her makes her shiver as she thinks it over. She breathes the smoke out slow in a sweet exhale as she decides that it isn't too bad of an idea while trailing her fingers down his back, down over his spine with a devious smile.]

Well thank whoever I need to for that then, because most are too selfish to want to. But if you want to try it out with me, well.

[She moves in just a little closer then, close to him as she can manage to be, semi public location be damned. The hand tracing his spine then comes up to rest under his chin with the intent of tipping his face upwards to her own.]

I certainly won't say no to being your guide. Of course all good things start with a kiss, and I'm not ashamed to say I'm wanting for your mouth right about now in as many places as I can have it.

[Who would have thought she'd end up showing the ropes to s spirit? But then weirder thanks have happened to her, and at least Justice is incredibly attractive and saying all the right things to hold her attention. Hard to turn down someone willing to kill for you after all, and she likes having him around in her company anyway. Did she mention he's incredibly attractive?]

[whatisright]

[Her fingers on his back spark against his nerves, waking them up and allowing gooseflesh to rise on his skin. When she tilts his ear up and asks for a kiss, he doesn’t hesitate. He leans in, pressing together and immediately swiping his tongue along her lip. He learned from kissing Anders, and he deploys the lessons here, though there is still a note of curiosity in the way he tastes her and focuses on what she does and what she seems to like.

His hands don’t stay idle during the kiss. Heat and curiosity mix as he draws them up her abdomen, momentarily catching on the hem of her shirt and fondling her bare skin before deciding he likes the kiss too much to break it and take her shirt off, and then his hands drag up her front until he cups her breasts, fondling them through her clothes and pulling down the neck of her shirt to touch the bare skin.

He wants to know how it feels to touch her everywhere, all the mysteries of the human form, but he pays careful attention to the feelings that he can taste on her lips and feel in her skin. What does she like? What does she want?]

[seagoing]

[There's a lot to find exciting, thrilling even about kissing Justice far beyond the influence of the Fyrra making her feel curious and content with the flow of things. A big part of it is that he wants to kiss her at all, that a spirit of all beings is very much interested in her, wants to learn something like this with her of all people. She half expected it to be Anders he went to given how close they were, but the shiver she feels in the intensity of his kiss makes her not mind being on the undoubtedly short list of people he'd go to for something like this in the slightest.

A pleased sigh leaves her then; at his inquisitive pass of his tongue she opens up to give as good as she gets with her tongue meeting and dancing with his while she presses her lips against his more fully. His hands she arches into with a delighted gasp as he runs his hands over her stomach, upward toward her breasts. Likely he's discovered what often lays hidden beneath even her most revealing outfits, the solid feeling of metal that pierces through very interested and hardening nipples that only the fabric of her shirt keeps at bay but doesn't hide when it matters.

She actually moans when he gets bolder, pressing her breasts further into his hands for more of feeling of his eager hands getting a hold of whatever he can touch. He can ruin the neckline for all she cares, as long as he doesn't stop anything he's doing so far.]

Oooh, been wanting to do that have you? [She laughs breathlessly when pulling back from the kiss for air, only to moan at the feel of his hands and the warmth of his body against hers.] I didn't know you were so fond of them, but if you can make me feel this good just by touching them have at it all you like.