❪ 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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[willrevile]

Let's find out, [ Jim says against his mouth, pressing a wet kiss against it after. He nips his lower lip, licks across it, bumps their noses together.

Thomas said he wasn't bothered about the order, but for sake of hygiene, blowjob should probably be first. Maybe if it wasn't there first time together and Jim was certain of the facilities. (Maybe there'll be a next time. That'd be nice.) He pushes up on his hands and knees, and noses down Thomas's throat to his shoulderblades, just kissing and touching him for a moment. Brushing their erections together. ] I'm curious, [ is heated, teasing, ] just how much you like having your mouth fucked.

[ettersberg]

Mh. ( thomas mumbles into the kiss, assent and consent, warm and anticipatory—

and then jim says having your mouth fucked and thomas' cock twitches and he has to close his eyes for a moment before he can remember how to breathe, before he can fight down the surge of want enough to be if not coherent, then at least aware of his own actions again. )

Let me- ( he says, voice rough, licking his lips, somewhere between a question, a plea and an order, hands going for jim's hips, pulling and shifting. moving down. )

[willrevile]

[ He likes it quite a bit, apparently.

Jim allows Thomas to arrange them, amiable, though he keeps one hand on the older man's shoulder, a steady weight as they shift. Once they're in a position he's happiest with, that hand slips up to his hair, fingers threading gently for a moment before Jim gets a loose grip, just to see how he likes it. ]

You're so hot, [ Jim murmurs, which is not a smooth line, actually kind of a tacky line, but look, he's not a poet. His skin is flushed, his cock is hard, and the closest thing he can offer to a love sonnet is porn dialogue. But he's sincere, anyway. ]

[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. )

[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. ]

[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. )

[willrevile]

[ Jim's breath hitches and he tenses for a moment, the brightgood feeling of it sharp enough to almost overwhelm him for those first seconds. But he relaxes, lets Thomas have his way with it a bit first - keeping his hand in his hair but not pushing or pulling, seeing how much he can take, and how much he wants to. Just feeling the heat of his mouth. Thomas is so into it, and it's such a turn-on. ]

Look at you, [ he murmurs, very appreciative. ] Fuck.

[ After a while Jim tightens his grip in the older man's hair again, experimentally moves his head. ] That okay?

[ettersberg]

Mhmm. ( it's not really a word, but it is a response. it's mostly just an enthusiastic noise, breathless and low and utterly turned on. thomas is hyperaware of jim's hand in his hair, jim's cock on his tongue and then little else other than the haze of lust and want that eclipses everything, even the ache of his own cock hanging heavy and untouched between his legs. )

[willrevile]

[ A half-muffled groan slips from his mouth, and Jim breathes deep for a moment - balancing on some edge of steely self-control and something else. He's so used to always managing his sexual encounters and making sure his partner comes first, it's not immediately easy to just sink into this, no matter how good it feels. (And it feels fucking incredible.)

But Thomas is so eager, and so obviously enjoying himself. Alright, he thinks. And then not much else.

Jim had said he wanted to see how much Nightingale liked having his mouth fucked, so that's just what he does. Letting his hips twitch, keeping a tight grip on his hair, sometimes pulling him back and holding him where he'd like, murmuring affectionate filth like Your mouth feels so fucking good. ]

[ettersberg]

( thomas is quite obviously enjoying himself — and enjoying it when jim lets go of the control he'd still held onto, when he gives in to the urge to just roll his hips, fucking thomas' mouth. thomas relaxes into it, leans into it even, moaning softly now and again. when jim pulls him back and holds him, in response to the words, not really processing them properly but responding to tone and intention.

this is a way for him to let go that he doesn't usually allow himself. that, before the end of the world, he hadn't thought to allow himself for decades. )

[willrevile]

[ They're both letting go, then, in ways they haven't in so long - it's certainly more significant to Thomas, but it's not exactly meaningless for Jim. Funny that it's over a blowjob. That people can mean things to each other and that intimacy can be so poignant between virtual strangers and a sex act.

Humans are great, sometimes.

Jim fucks into his mouth and whispers praises until his brain is too far gone to let him form words, his hand staying in Thomas's hair, the other on his shoulder, petting him encouragingly or holding on, touching his cheek and feeling his cock there or stroking along his neck.

The way he moves changes, he feels tense and freefalling at once - ]

I'm gonna come, [ he warns in a gasp, still holding on but not restricting his movement if Thomas wants to pull away. Jim hardly cares either way, coming on his face will be as hot as in his mouth. ]

[ettersberg]

( thomas loses himself in it. in the weight of jim's cock, the way jim is fucking his mouth and petting him and whispering praise, the noises he lets out and how obviously he's enjoying himself. it's a concert of things that, taken individually and out of context, would be ridiculous but on the whole add up to something utterly intoxicating.

he makes an encouraging noise and then jim's spilling hot down his throat and thomas swallows around him until he can't anymore, until he has to draw back and wrap his hand around jim's (wet, hot) cock, jerk him through the last of his orgasm. )

[willrevile]

[ Jim can't believe how hard he comes, a little spark of conscious wonder and appreciation in the back of his mind as the rest of it is enveloped in thoughtless feeling. It's not like he hasn't been getting laid with regularity, since he has-- must be the combination of the drugs, the particular act, or maybe just letting go allows him to be swept up by orgasm all the more. ]

Oh, [ is a gut-punch of an exhale, prying his eyes open to watch Thomas swallow and jerk him. ] That's fucking perfect--

[ Mindless but sincere in how good it feels. ]

[ettersberg]

( thomas stares at jim -- first at his cock, then upward, gaze wandering over his chest to his face, taking in the flush on jim's cheeks, all the signs of a good orgasm. thomas probably looks much the same despite the fact that he hasn't come, despite the fact that his cock is curved insistently toward his stomach, achingly heavy. there's still heat in his cheeks, his eyes glassy and his lips swollen. )

Quite. ( he says after a moment and it comes out rough and low. fucking perfect, indeed.

and, movements slow on account of the aches of middle age and sensualness both, he moves up jim's body again, leaning in to kiss him though not quite connecting, hovering there with a silent, mindful question. some men don't like tasting themselves, after all. not even on someone else's tongue. )

[willrevile]

[ Jim keeps his hand in Thomas's hair, though it's gentler now, fingers rubbing uncoordinated, appreciative patterns against his scalp. Even as he moves, Jim's bright blue eyes just slim rings of color around wide pupils. For a second he looks puzzled - you don't want to kiss me? - but his brain sparks back online.

That hand tightens once again and Jim pulls him down, kisses him, wet and open and messy, tongue in his mouth. He groans low and satisfied and eager, his other hand winding around Thomas's side and pulling him against his body, rocking up against his erection.

Loopy and goofily handsy in the afterglow. Give him a minute. ]

[ettersberg]

[ thomas sighs into it, moans when jim rocks up against his erection. one of the advantages of old age is more patience in this, so there's no hurry, no franticness, but oh, how he wants jim. he's so ready to be touched, to touch some more, and he pours it into the kiss, letting more and more of his weight rest against jim until they're touching everywhere. ]

[willrevile]

[ Jim is more than happy to keep him pressed closed, all that skin together, the feeling of the other man's hard cock exciting him even in his own spent state; he wasn't kidding about being able to go again soon. He likes the over-stimulated feeling of them rubbing together, the way the raw feeling of it blocks out everything else in his head.

His hands wander, over Thomas's back, his hips, down to his ass, tugging him to rock against him harder before he squeezes at him. He makes a low, pleased noise as he gropes his ass and pulls his cheeks apart, a bit lewd, a bit teasing.

After a bit of that Jim rolls them over, his oversharp mind clearing enough for more focus, and his focus is on Thomas. ]

[ettersberg]

[ thomas is feeling a little over-stimulated despite the fact that he hasn't come yet —but the drug in his system heightens every sensation, from jjim's hand spreading his ass cheeks to jim's cock rubbing up against his own. he shifts to get a better angle, moans against jim's lips again before moving to mouth at jim's jaw, scrape teeth mindlessly against the tendons of jim's neck.

and then jim rolls them over and thomas goes easily, all too willingly, legs coming up to wrap around jim's hips to pull the other man down on him. ]

[willrevile]

God, you want it so bad, don't you, [ Jim says in between messy kisses. ] Your mouth is so good, and you're still so desperate to get fucked. [ Jim kisses down his throat and sucks at his adam's apple, then at the center of his clavicle, feeling his pulse. ] Gorgeous.

[ He's not getting hard again yet, but his cock twitches with interest, unable to help himself. Part of him will always be something of a degenerate about sex, no matter how deep he buries different parts of himself. Jim shuffles lower, kissing as he goes, and gets one hand around Thomas's leg that's coiled around him. He palms up and down the back of his thigh and hitches one leg forward, though he doesn't press too hard - not wanting to strain anything. Not everybody is used to being manhandled like Jim'll do if he's given an inch, so he's minding his manners.

For a second, anyway. He ducks his head and swipes his tongue over the tip of his straining cock. ]

[ettersberg]

[ thomas tips his head back to give jim better access, moaning in lieu of an answer. really, it is an answer in and of itself: it's assent and confirmation of jim's words, it's needy and far removed from thomas' usual reserve. he doesn't know how to be reserved in this, now, when everything feels so much and jim's so close, kissing and touching, shifting one of his legs up —

and then jim's licking along the length of thomas' cock and thomas arches off the bed, a half-swallowed curse on his lips and his hands going for jim's head. to keep him there, to pull him closer, to ask for more. all of the above. ]

[1701]

[ Jim lets him have that moment, lets him push up into his mouth and takes it with the kind of ease that can only come from, let's face it, practice. He only chokes a little, but doesn't cough. Mm. He likes that particular soreness.

But it's not all he's angling for, so he grabs Thomas's hips and pushes him down before pulling off of his cock. He drags in a breath and leans in to lick and kiss along his shaft and lower, only deviating to bite into the soft skin just at the inside of his thigh. ]

Do you mind this sort of thing? [ Jim's mouth on him, as he's reaching over to find.. something. Oil, magic fairy lube, who knows. ]

[ettersberg]

What sort of thing?

[ thomas asks after a moment. he needs that moment to focus enough to get the words out at all, but he can't quite make sense of what jim's asking, a little too high-strung on sensation and pleasure and need to figure out the question. ]

[1701]

[ Jim just makes a little self-satisfied noise and decides to show him instead of explain. He presses a wet kiss to the space beneath his balls, then lower, pressing his tongue against that opening and licking. The angle isn't the best in the world-- but he can always push Thomas's knees back if he likes it. ]

[ettersberg]

[ it's - unexpected. unexpected, but not unwelcome and thomas makes a soft noise, a little wondering but no less pleased for it, holding himself still.

it's not something he's done or had done to him very often. or ever, really. he's open to the experience, though, now more than ever with the drug in his system making him a little more mellow and the sensations a lot more intense. ]

[1701]

[ He may not be into anything with serious hardware, but Jim's still a guy who'll happily do just about anything, sexually. And put his mouth anywhere. It's all just sex.

The angle isn't the best for anything prolonged, though, and after a while he raises up and perches his chin on the man's hipbone, watching him. Fingers stroking his anus meanwhile, not pressing in, just rubbing over it and the space of skin above. Catching his breath a bit. ]