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[natha]

TO THERE AND BACK     It has been a month of chills uncharacteristic of what you might remember as summer — cold days and even colder nights. The days are short and the nights feel eternal. With the recent disruption of the network and no sign of a resolution for the world outside of Nadril, one has to wonder what the future holds for El Nysa. What of Olympia, Wyver, and their residents? The animals you cared for - are they destined to remain as frozen as wretched Ysverai forever? What will become of the sleeping ones in Thesa when there is nowhere else to go but this icy city? Yet not all hope is lost just yet. The woman that appeared at the start of the network errors finally shows up again in another network post. Greetings to you all. I apologize for my abrupt appearance and departure before… My name is Nurray, and I am the closest thing to a monarch that you will find here in Nadril. Magda is... indisposed, so I am here to speak to you in his place. First and foremost, you will notice that your network devices are fully functional once more. Should you experience any further issues, please report them to me immediately so that it can be taken care of. Secondly… Investigating the strange frequency interference we've been experiencing has brought some troubling data to light. The passage of time outside of this colony has been halted, of course, but the hold seems... unstable. Whatever it is that Darma has done to contain the calamity, I doubt that it will last for long. Time is an unpredictable force, and attempting to control it can only have adverse effects on the world. You could stay here if you so chose, outside the reach of that magic... but to do that would be to abandon the rest of this planet to an unenviable fate. ...ah, but there is no need to take my word for it. You can see the effects for yourselves, if you wish — merely look outside. "Seeing is believing"... isn’t that the phrase? Nurray has a point: refugees have not been given a chance to see the outside. The frequent snowstorm barrier of Nadril has made it impossible to see what it's like beyond the colony. Soon after the network post, as though the snow has been "turned off," clouds will clear. With the barrier created by the snow gone, the red sun shines brightly upon the dreary city with its warmth. You can see a purple haze on the south horizon, a indication that Yservai wasn’t all just a dream. He's still there, so far away, yet so close anyway. Near the entrance, a mound of snow melts, revealing steps leading towards the underground. It seems to be a part of the subway station you might have found earlier during your exploration of the colony — this time, the station has been powered on. Two trains lie in wait — their destinations read: Olympia and Wyver. — El Nysa is waiting. FREEZE FRAME     The technology found in the subway station of Nadril is truly out of this world. The combined efforts of Natha technology and alien minds have truly created state-of-the-art transportation never before seen by the typical Nysan. It takes no longer than one hour for the intercoms to announce their arrival to the outskirts of the Dranbu Kingdom — though, even with the platform available, the train never stops; it instead continues for another half hour for it to reach the North Gate of the Olympian Empire, where it sits until it's time to return to the tundra. All in all, it takes a mere hour and a half for this high-speed subway travel from Nadril to Olympia. The second train does make a quick stop at the Olympian Station, but it will be another painless hour and a half until it reaches the jungle of the Wyver Kingdom. Because Wyver is its own island, connected only by a bridge, you might notice that a small part of the travel was underwater. The trip takes only a total of three hours, but there's plenty of time for sightseeing. After all, isn't that the whole point of this trip? BE STILL MY HEART. Leaving the train, you are immediately hit with the still, warm air of the underground. It's hot, much different from the winter of the north, but perhaps a welcome change. The station is old, but it still has a fairly new smell to it, and not just because it's been unused for so long. It feels out of place compared to the rest of this world, and this is especially true when you reach the surface. The entrance was hidden under the earth right near the North Gate. Upon leaving the station, you're immediately hit with the familiar wretched smell and atmosphere of the undead. Even if you're new, you won’tt be able to miss Ysverai, the risen Great Dragon. You see this massive creature on the horizon, mouth wide and ready to blast El Nysa into nothing. Yet he remains still — as are all the terrified residents of Olympia. You've only seen this on the monitors of Thesa Station, and now you're able to experience first-hand how utterly quiet and still the world is now. The native Olympians are all over — you see most of them running away from the Great Dragon. Others equipped their armors and rode their steeds straight toward the danger in hopes of protecting their Empire. And the civilians, having lost all hope, are huddled together — at least they would have been able to spend their final moments with loved ones. Up on Thesa Station, you felt dread when you'd observed Ysverai for too long — this remains true here. That dread reaches your heart and clutches it. You feel his pain and suffering, and for those too in tune with emotions, it may be too much for you to be near him. Best to steer clear from him, or perhaps return to the underground. There is much more to be seen, after all. PRAYING WITH FIRE. Another hour and a half south on the subway, and you'll reach the Wyver Station. It's far warmer here in the station this further south, but Ysverai's dread doesn't reach here. On the surface, you are instead immediately hit with the overwhelming humidity of the jungle. With summer in full swing, the layers you've brought with you from Nadril become a burden. In Wyver, the mood is far different. The Great Dragon Yservai was once a being that was respected and worshipped by the Wyver people — not to mention that the one responsible is none other than Prince Raysc — thus his revival is met with somber resilience. Most of Wyver natives, instead of running away, had gathered around fires in prayer. Trained dragons that were unaffected by Ysverai's influence bow by their master's sides in acceptance of what they feel in their heart is to come with the Great Dragon's final blow. You may even spot your own dragon, eyes beamed up toward Thesa, like it knows you were up there at the moment time stood still. It's hard to imagine where one can go from here. You might start thinking about clean-up efforts, how to achieve proper burials for the fallen ones... but with time frozen, you will find that you cannot actually move anything or anyone. It will be dusk, as Thesa's shines across the skies, when storm cloud gather before Thesa's light. And from the clouds is a familiar figure — Once again, she has descended. TIME & TIME AGAIN     Darma is glowing as bright as the naked eye can perceive. Her massive, true form floats before the world she's built from dust. Is this world salvageable in your eyes, Refugee? We held time in hopes that we fould find a way to dissolve this Ysverai back to the ashes from which he was reanimated. Unfortunately, we continue to be unseeing, thus uncertain of the future... after all, our powers are near depleted. Nurray was correct, Refugee, in that I cannot hold time for much longer. There is... another way, however. It is not ideal by any means, but we shall do what we must to keep Ysverai frozen. As for us... we have expended far too much of our energy — Refugee, I am too aware of the misfortunes you've experienced in your time here. I have failed in my promise to provide better living... perhaps, with more time, I may yet see a better future. Until then, I leave Thesa, our hearts, in your hands. Farewell, Refugee. Her brightness dims as she says her final words — at the same time, raises her arms, palms wide, then closes her hands into a fist. In that instant, time is resumed. It's slow at first, as though time is trying to catch up with reality. It takes a several moments until the slow-motion picture before them reaches normalcy. Darma turns her attention to Yservai, whose motion is also returning, but not for long. In her true form, they are comparable in size; Darma's glow continues to dim as she draws closer to the Great Dragon, and then she coils herself around him, holding him still before assimilating into the wretched creature. By the end of it, time has completely returned to normal, and all residents were able to witness the Natha holding time still for Ysverai — The process turns the Great Dragon, as well as Darma, into stone. HIT PLAY TO REPLAY     Darma has resumed time, and Ysverai is no longer a threat. However, it comes with a hefty price for the Natha. The massive, stone statue of Darma embracing Ysverai looms in the valley between the cities of Olympia and Wyver. It's no doubt an intimidating addition to the world, but there is some peace in knowing it's all over. When civilians finally come to, they can't help but look upon the statue in awe — and their respective cities. It's much to take in all at once. Much destruction has been wrought— buildings lay in ruin, and of the citizens still alive, many look to be in poor physical condition. 1. I. The Sanctuary has sustained much damage, and with the high demand of medical care, cannot serve as the central healing place for those in need. Instead, it is up to individual citizens to find resources and establish places of care. Those with a medical inclination or healing powers may set up medical tents, or work out of their homes. Not everything has been destroyed, and it is still possible to obtain supplies from the market or request them from The Sanctuary. There is also, unfortunately, the tragic task of transporting corpses to graveyards and giving fallen citizens a proper burial. The Temples thank you for your service. II. In order to have a functioning city again, buildings and facilities must be repaired and rebuilt. It's possible your own home was demolished in the battle. With so many important buildings needing to be repaired, city officials are too overwhelmed with the coordination of such tasks to double-check that buildings are restored to their original form. What's more, they seem to encourage design innovation, believing that a new, fresh look to the city will revitalize people's morale. Now is the time to put your own unique flair on the interior or exterior of Olympia's infrastructure. Even parts of the Palace need repair. Time has resumed, yes, but the magic that Darma employs isn't flawless. As powerful of an entity as she may be, to tamper with time is difficult. Some would say it defies the laws of nature. Nature seems to agree, and in the next few weeks, El Nysa will be facing a few hiccups as it finds its equilibrium once more and citizens try to return to normalcy. Strangely enough, El Nysa natives are not disturbed by the occurrence of these events. III. Characters may find that they occasionally (or frequently) suffer from lapses in memory. These difficulties with memory may range from light to severe, although they are thankfully not permanent. Within the span of a few minutes to a few hours, difficulties in remembering people and events are resolved. That isn't to say a similar problem won’t happen again tomorrow… IV. Is it just you, or is your housemate looking a bit old lately? No, it isn't just stress making some citizens appear older. For a short amount of time, some characters may find themselves advancing or regressing in age, both physically and mentally. This particular kind of time hiccup is rare and may be particularly disturbing to the affected person’s friends. Thankfully, there have been no cases of this effect lasting more than an hour. V. At times, it seems as though objects and people in El Nysa will feel a bit out of place. These are beings and things that belong to what some may call "alternate universes." Their presence is transient, and some will only appear for a few instances before returning to their rightful existence. The ones that linger a bit longer, however, may make your day more interesting. Before you stands a pet just like yours, except it talks...? Perhaps you'll meet another version of yourself, a more bloodthirsty version of yourself. Or maybe you'll run into a version of your friend that really enjoys your company. The possibilities are truly endless, and potentially mortifying. VI. Towards the end of the month, the frequency of the aforementioned disturbances will decrease. Following this will be an increase in a different sort of disturbance: one that will either make literal seconds seem like an eternity, or force you to move and talk at a speed you never thought possible. It's as though some higher entity is pressing the fast forward or slow down button on life, and considering your mind works at the same pace as normal, the phenomenon is as frustrating as it sounds. Hope you weren't planning to be on time for anything, because it might be awhile before the universe allows you to take that next step. But these phenomena does draw to a close — and with it, you may wonder what will happen now to those sleeping ones in Thesa now that Darma has turned to stone. After all, it will be near the time of which more refugees should wake... Repairs to Thesa Station should remain ongoing so long as parts can be salvaged from Nadril, at least. And with speed travel via subway possible, it should make travel far easier than ever before. Even with Darma gone, you will have to move forward. There is still much to be done. FINAL OOC NOTES     You may acquire REP for Nadril, and either Olympia or Wyver in this log. An AC-eligible thread for ONE (1) NADRIL REP POINT may be submitted HERE BY AUGUST 26TH, 11:59 PM EST. A second AC-eligible thread for 1 REP for either Olympia OR Wyver may be submitted HERE OR HERE BY AUGUST 26TH, 11:59 PM EST. Please direct questions to the questions thread below! Thank you! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[reek]

[ He glances up at the sound of her whimper, but there’s no real concern in his eyes. The real Theon might show a touch of it by this point, simply because he knows and cares for Ammy. This Theon isn’t so weak. He is iron and salt, as any ironborn should be, and he doesn’t allow his expression to betray him.

Not until something utterly baffling happens, at least. He can’t say what leads him to turn his gaze toward the wound, and he can’t say what it is that leads him to rub the blood away, but nothing can mask his surprise when he finds no cut there in the skin. His eyebrows knit together, and he swears softly beneath his breath. ]

By the Drowned God…

[ He slides the knife into his belt and turns a somewhat suspicious gaze to the wolf, though it would be ridiculous to pin the blame on her, surely. No animal is capable of such things...but it is strange. ]

You seem proud of yourself. Find a way to speak the common tongue and then you'll truly have something to be proud of.

[illuminating]

[For this, he receives a huff, then groan. Incredulity. She almost looks like she's pouting. She would be, had she the correct face for it. To slip herself out of the sensation of his doubting she sinks into a long stretch—of course, a man would doubt her miracles simply because she can't speak—and when she's upright once more, she throws her irritation off with the tossing of her coat.

Her gaze lingers on his thumb, and she wonders if he intends to only take from pockets, but if he's in no need of her, and being different from the Theon she too cares for, not knowing her the same, it may be a waste of time to visit for curiosity's sake alone. She isn't even certain this is the Theon before the one she's grown to know. Soft natured as she is there's something deliberate and piercing in the gaze she pins on his, a god daring a mortal to reflect for the truth. She can't force faith, but the growing lack of it is tiresome. Many times she's done things right before a person, and they clung to their refusal to believe anything. It doesn't cause distaste, but she's allowed to be irritable, children covering their ears or eyes. Moreover, it hurts, and she never makes a big show of this, to have her existence and essence denied.

Like that, she turns away, any other animal with its own agenda, coming and going as she pleases. The unsettled urgency in the woods pulls her, she steps in her loping over sprawled limbs to bodies, wild and alive, white fire moving in contrast to the sight around them. But her curiosity does cause her to pause, to glance back to him once more.]

[reek]

[ Theon has a certain amount of cleverness about him, but he’s nothing compared to his sister. She would slap her younger brother for being so dismissive of Ammy, but this Theon is just that: he’s young. He’s not as worldly or travelled as Asha and despite having a good crew that respects him, he hasn’t sailed half the distance or raided half the shores that she has.

Still, he’s not stupid. He knows there’s something different about this creature. He’s heard from his uncles that the Northmen in Westeros have strange gods, gods without names that dwell in rocks and streams and, yes, within beasts as well. He halfway wonders if Ammy isn’t one of them. Even if that’s the case, he doesn’t mind if he’s offended her. The northern gods don’t dwell on the Iron Islands, but he’s curious. Pocketing a few choice treasures, he moves to follow her, stepping lighting over the bodies. ]

You can understand me, then.

[ But can’t respond vocally. Interesting. ]

Are you actually a wolf?

[illuminating]

[She double-takes. For some reason, she hadn't expected him to follow, but with sidelong gaze, she slows her pace so he can fall more easily into step with her. It's the most she can do to convey she accepts his company, and his conversation.

Answering his question comes more difficult, of course. If she could speak, she'd tell him: As of right now, I'm actually a wolf. Humans often deny parts of themselves. She never denies anything about who or what she is. This is her first corporeal form. She isn't a spirit possessing a wolf, she painfully took this shape when she fell, when she pulled that demon to earth with her. Maybe back then, when her memory wasn't splintered, she might've known why. She can't recall if she chose it, or if it happened by coincidence. She supposes she could've formed into the shape of any living thing. And while she's never had a body or seen one of herself otherwise, even when all the gods that came from her have joined her again, it still isn't her truest form, what her appearance would be from the core of herself.

Spirits who can only see the deepest truths don't see her this way, they see a maiden, but she's only known herself as light, flickering, or as the wolf. She wonders if people would take her more or less seriously if she looked like a person. It's not upsetting, per se. It doesn't discourage her. She knows it's to test and practice faith.

By now, she's been steadily looking on at him as they walk, and she's good on her paws, as most wolves are, not missing a step, not planting pads and claws anywhere she doesn't want. It's with the eyes that she tries to reach people the most, though a gaze can have many meanings. The current one could be saying: "Now, you're wondering?" or, "If you're patient enough, I'll find a way to show you." or, "You're much different, like this. I don't think it's bad. Though I love the you I've come to know very much. I wonder if that you would ever tell me about this you."

If he is, in fact, patient enough, with a little walking she heads into trees. This part of the wood is scorched, the trees are charred, there's ash rather than grass. Not a sound of any other animal near by, but he might guess at their not too distant presence by the roving of her ears. Quietly herself, she's surveying, and after a moment, she turns her face round to look at him, her ears turning to him as well. Right now, she'd say, she's a wolf, presently, but a little different from other wolves. Again, if he hasn't enough faith for it, he won't witness her painting from that astral place, still reachable though she stands before him, but with ease, and grace, and an enthusiasm for life, at her paws, shoots up one blade of grass after the other, and then stems, and then buds, flowers unfurling more rapidly than they ought to, encouraged by her love, drawing them out, giving them new life.

It's a green pool dotted with pale pinks and white spreading away from her, and she stays steady, she tilts her head vaguely as if to ask him if he understands. Then, she's walking through the damage, the life following her, climbing up those blackened trees to leave healthy bark, moss, foliage. There's more to be done, but she passes through trees, behind them to make sure she's reaching everywhere she can, and she comes around one to find him again, slow blinking, wondering at his reaction.]

[reek]

[ He is much different like this, because it’s a life he never got to lead. He’s the young man he might have been, if he had grown up on the Iron Islands, free from the self-doubt and identity crises that the real Theon experiences on a daily basis. He’s more confident this way, less burdened, and he knows who he is.

One thing he does share with his counterpart, however, is a certain amount of faith. The real Theon has only recently come into it, but this Theon was born into it. There’s the Drowned God and the Storm God, and the mainlanders hold their own strange gods. That’s simply how it is and how it has always been. So his faith is intact, and he does see what wonders she creates, his eyes widening with each blossom that blooms. There are more rocks than there is foliage on the Iron Islands, so to see this is even more staggering than it would ordinarily be. He’s tongue-tied, genuinely taken aback, but he thinks he understands. With a soft, incredulous laugh, he manages to speak: ]

The answer is no, then.