❪ introlog: #2 ❫ THE CALM. -- the overflow.

[natha]

ORIGINAL POST

You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you’ve made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren’t expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you’d help the planet thrive. Are you ready? Submit any AC eligible thread of participating in this log's prompts for Two (2) Olympia REP points HERE. TRAVEL LIGHT     You're really lucky, new refugee. Because of the efforts of those that came before you, your own descent into El Nysa will be quick and relatively painless. You get to reap the benefits of others' experience. Those that came before you are all well-versed in the art of teleportation now, and descending into El Nysa is simply a concentrated thought away. A teleporter has been placed in the common areas to help the new refugees descend, but for this first time, you're going to need a little guidance. You're going to need to take the hand of someone who has been on El Nysa for a while now and learn the ropes. Hold on tight, Refugee, and don't be afraid when the blinding light hits you. The actual journey will feel like a sudden whiplash— painless, but sudden, and maybe a little nauseating. Keeping your balance may be difficult, and it’s possible you might end up toppling onto your poor partner. Hopefully you’re at least thankful. You have landed in a back alley in the Residential District of Olympia. HOME SWEET HOME     Immediately, you notice that everything you've been told about El Nysa is true. There are people of all races here, and although no one bats an eye at your appearance as you enter the district, a member of the Royal Guard asks for your passport. They have a keen eye, and can tell that although you may be a new refugee to their city, they've never seen you before. Certain rumors of an outside force making preparations to do some major damage has them particularly on edge. It's a good thing the Orbiters made sure you have an Olympian passport ready to go. You present it, and with a small nod, the Guard says nothing more and slaps a patch on your chest; to your surprise, it reads: Hello! My name is ________________! I am in House #___! Are you my housemate? ... No matter how much you try, there's no removing this sticker. "It'll come off tomorrow," says the guardkeep. "Lots of refugees here, limited housing. It's an easy way to get to know the people you're living with. Though, if you ask me, why are we accepting so many foreigners when so many want to watch this city burn? Well, I don’t give the orders." If someone greets you, the message on the patch will magically change: Secretly, I _____, _____, and _____! What are yours? There's no telling how they'd known these things, but it likely has to do with Zasere. AGAIN. It may be a good idea to get situated in your new home and set down some ground rules with your roommates. There is also, of course, much of Olympia to explore. FLONA COVE     Word around the city is that one very cute and enthusiastic Olympian, You Watanabe, has been asking around earnestly for the nearest place to find some coastal fun. It didn't take long before a few locals pointed her in the direction of Flona Cove. Maybe it’s a good idea to check out the area. There are only a few more days left of summer, after all. Even if you're not the beach type, exploring a new area certainly can't hurt your understanding of El Nysa. Flona Cove is just a quick train ride away. BEACH PARTY: Chances are, you've heard about the beach party being organized by You Watanabe, whether it be from her directly or someone who knows her. A lot of careful planning has gone into it, and it looks like a great time, so why not check it out? Full speed ahead towards a great time! There's plenty of food for everyone, and plenty of watermelons that need splitting! 1. Various food vendors from around Flona Cove have agreed to offer free food for the new refugees, and they line the shoreline near the harbor, enthusiastically offering goodies such as seafood kabobs, ice cream, fresh fruit (including whole watermelons!), and hot dogs. You Watanabe herself has a grill where she’s cheerfully serving up her trademark "Niceoodles" yakisoba as well as other Japanese food like takoyaki and rice. What makes her noodles so nice? It’s obviously the cheerful smiley-face sun drawn on the omelette. In exchange, the chefs and vendors only ask that you spread the word, though most of them have buckets for donations if you want to help chip back in. After the party is all done, however, there seem to be plenty of dishes that need doing, all in a big pile. You herself is working on getting through the mountain of dishes, but maybe you could lend a hand? 2. It's just not a beach party without the traditional watermelon splitting! For those of you who don't come from modern Japan on Earth, it might be perplexing at first seeing the literal mountain of watermelons grown with the help of Keyleth, another recent Olympian. If the bat-like sticks and blindfolds next to them don’t explain the purpose, though, you might just sit back and watch as a brave competitor sets a watermelon on the sand, ties a blindfold around their eyes, and has people start yelling at them which way to go. They consider the shouts of the crowd, take a swing... and strike nothing but sand. Perhaps you can do better? There are beach activities galore. Now's the time to build the sandcastle of your dreams or play a game of beach volleyball. Maybe you're brave enough to surf the waves, or you’d just like to enjoy a swim. Mom friends who just want to lounge in the sun and read a book while working on their tan are welcome too, of course. BENEATH THE SURFACE: 1. Diving beneath the waters in Flona Cove yield a whole new world on its own. Rent a scuba suit and take a trip to explore the corals, and you may even be lucky enough to run into a playful school of dolphins. Be careful-- they tend to get carried away and will happily drag swimmers for a wild ride. 2. You might want a boat for this scuba adventure, unless you're a strong swimmer. Venture deeper into the ocean, farther away from the coast, and adventurers will find some interesting stuff. Two miles southwest of the harbor, deep, deep into the watery abyss, lies a shipwreck. Exploring through the various rooms of the ship yields a few knick-knacks here and there-- rusted spare parts, cracked tea sets... a surprisingly well-preserved pin-up painting of Koralle? The real treasure awaits for those who have the courage to swim beneath the ship's hull. Here, covered in algae and debris, lies the skeletal corpse of a winged, fanged, clawed beast. This is only a distant memory of its former glory, as nothing but bones are left, but something— something brilliant, catches your eye. Those hundreds of teeth are not bone, but a material so lustrous and pure, it nearly blinds. It will take some work, but with persistence and strength, it is possible to extract a tooth. Those that work in Simwe Institute or The Sanctuary may find it beneficial to take an extra for their boss— this is definitely something that is of interest to study. 3. Olympians love their luxury. There's nothing more luxurious than a secluded lagoon, the water at just the perfect temperature and pristine. This is one of the most sought-after spots for the natives, but when you come across it, it is completely peaceful and empty. For the tourists? Well, this place simply gets overlooked due to its distance from the main beaches. It's also relatively hidden. Soon you start feeling oddly friendly? Cupid’s Pool is also described by the people of Olympia as the touchy-feely pool. It has an inherent property that makes those who soak in it crave physical affection. Chances are you probably wanted to know this before you decided to take a dip, huh? (Please warn for threads appropriately) EARN SOME SILVER     1. While many of the locals came together to offer their hands to provide a bit of entertainment for the surge in tourism, that isn’t to state that they’re fully staffed. Have a few hours to spare? They're willing to pay for your help. Maybe you’re just the cooking champ they needed? The lifeguard who showed up just in time? Or the star salesman at their humble accessory shop so desired? 2. The man who approaches you is even offering more than most of the vendors down the street. Sure, the guy and his entourage look kind of shady, but money is money, isn't it? If you accept, he’ll shove a strange swimsuit or two your way and lead you to the dressing room. What kind of job is this? Modeling, he says. Hopefully you aren’t camera shy! Hey there, hot stuff. I like your look. Or maybe it's your... aura? Either way, I like what you're working with. How about you flaunt what you've got for some fat silver stacks? He also wants to be able to test your charm, and is willing to pay a whopping 400 silver in exchange. He may even ask you to go "talk" (did you hear him say "hit on"?) to a couple of people, and “sell” yourself. Whatever that means... Incidentally, he says he’ll give you a signal once you get a pass. Feels like forever, doesn’t it? 3. Once night begins to fall and the people gradually begin to clear out, you’ll notice something... odd. There are some shady looking people around, and maybe you’ve been hearing whispers all day about a certain "fight club." Initially, no one will tell you a time or location, but if you are persistent, your efforts will pay off. Perhaps in light of helping a vendor clear out their stall or assisting that one Olympian native in distress, they’re willing to tell you a few things about this exclusive club. They explain to you that it’s been a long-standing tradition of Olympia. Secret fight clubs. A place for people to stretch their wings and their fists. Moreover, the pay off seems to be pretty good! Though, they warn you that there are some aggressive competitors out there this time around. Things have been tough politically for a while now, and there is much unrest among the people. What better way to blow off some steam than to beat someone up and make a bit of bank! Fights are not to the death, simply until a knock out, but accidents (and "accidents") do happen. Finding the crowd of people will take some searching, even with directions. They meet along the northern coast of Flona, by following a path leading underground, well away from any civilization. Once you’re there, why not participate? You may find yourself facing off against a fellow refugee. OOC     An AC-eligible thread for 2 OLYMPIAN REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE by OCTOBER 15 11:59 PM EST. In the event of CAPTCHA, we will be providing an overflow. In the event of a second CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. 1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● world ● map ● reputation ● npcs taken ● reserves ● application calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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Wrathion | Warcraft

[deathstiny]

[Top levels here! Open to new threads!]

Merlin

[deathstiny]

[continued from here]

[Of course, he notices. He catches them, and compares them in size to the bunch he has grabbed already. He can't begin to imagine what Merlin is playing at -- but he supposes he can have them.]

Hm. I do not think these are mine. I suppose that means they belong to you.

[He's so nice.]

[politrick]

[He's not playing at anything; he's just a helpful young man doing a helpful favor. Totally. Just that.]

Oh, no, I couldn't. That would be stealing.

[Gaze.....]

Anyway, you'd like something a bit larger, then?

[deathstiny]

[How very clever. Wrathion's smile is slightly hollow.]

Stealing from whom, praytell? I did just tell you that these were not mine.

[He unfurls his fingers, juggling the smaller pieces between them. So yes, he does want something bigger.]

I'm certain I do not know what you mean.

Jae-Ha

[deathstiny]

[continued from here]

[Oh, that's cute. Wrathion can't help the small chuckle that comes out of him. He cannot imagine any Azerothians would say the same about his kind.

Or any of the other flights, for that matter. Their relationship with their planet's denizens was not always so amicable.]

That is a lot of words for "dragon", wouldn't you agree?

[razzledazzles]

You—

[Honestly, he's so shocked that it gets a pause out of him. He glances this way and that, to make sure that no one else is looking at them, and it seems everyone else here is focused on the actual fighting going on, so he leans in.]

That's certainly a leap in logic. [He's not going to admit it, at least not yet.] Who are you?

[deathstiny]

You might say that I am familiar.

[Don't worry, Jae-Ha -- he isn't quite so reckless, and knows the value of keeping a secret. He doesn't need him to admit it; the reaction was more than enough.]

I am the Black Prince.

[Since they're trading fancy titles.]

And I have chosen the name Wrathion.

Asha Greyjoy

[deathstiny]

[Continued from here.]

[He is honestly impressed by her haul. He's seen great feats from many adventurers on Azeroth, but he doesn't sense any magic on her -- and she was underwater for quite a long time, seemingly without assistance.

Yes. He likes this one.]

Have you done this before?

[laveers]

[ She lays it all out, the jewels blinking in the sunlight. ]

Aye. It is not always this simple. The sea around my home is rough and murky.

[ Merchant ships rarely come to Pyke, but there are a few shipwrecks around. Swimming there is dangerous and suicidal except for the very brave or the very skilled. ]

[deathstiny]

[Wrathion follows her out of the water, shaking himself down as a dog might do to rid it's coat of water. It's not quite as effective -- more of a reflex than anything else. A soft sigh escapes his nose when he spots how heavy his trousers have become with water, most of it spilling out in large quantities into the shore.

Right. No more water.]

Not unlike the shores of Tirisfal, I imagine. Tell me more of it.

[He sits by the pile of gems, picking through them unless Asha makes attempts to halt him. He does appear genuinely interested to hear more of Pyke.]

Maes Hughs

[deathstiny]

I could.

[But as he understood, there are a few hovering around who might not take kindly to the information. He isn't exactly shy about his heritage, but he also knows the value of keeping secrets.

He has a lot of secrets.]

But why ruin the mystery?

[fathographer]

[He grins despite himself, lacing his fingers behind his head as he looks back at the ring. A guy with glowing eyes probably gets a lot of questions. Maybe where he's from people know what it means, or maybe not. Maes doesn't have enough information to go by yet.]

Fair enough, fair enough. Never underestimate the value of a good mystery. Is there anything you would want to tell me? We could trade names. Mine's Maes. And then you can tell me if you have any kids, because I do.

[deathstiny]

Wrathion--

[Did he just ask him about kids? He chuckles in spite of himself.]

Children? No. Titans, no -- there were far more pressing matters at hand, on Azeroth.

Rhys

[deathstiny]

[continued from here]

[rhygret]

[ Rhys's arm and the teleporter are completely unrelated to one another alright, his arm was removed voluntarily by choice when he wanted a super-sweet promotion. After he screwed over a whole town to do it. Okay?? Totally different and not at all caused by teleporting, which did not actually exist back home because that's silly.

They digitally deconstructed, uploaded, and reconstructed themselves with machines like normal people. ]

My name's Rhys, not "human."

[ But...yeah. That sure is a big, sharp gauntlet and Rhys isn't exactly sure he wants to touch that. So even if common handshaking protocol would dictate you grabbing back with the same hand offered, Rhys instead mirrors to grab Wrathion's awkwardly and bends his arm a little to accomplish it. ]

Try not to scratch the finish okay? I just had this detailed.

Soldier: 76

[deathstiny]

[continued from here]

[Wrathion's head tilts to the side in an almost avian manner -- even with his keen eyes, he hadn't noticed how much older this human actually was, in comparison to the others. The line of his shoulders, the swiftness with which he moved; not even the most skilled warriors he'd known would be in such shape at that age.

Well, not human anyway.]

Have you been doing this long? The fighting pits, that is.

[personalwar]

[ It's true that 76 is in surprisingly good shape for his age, and that none of his fifty-plus years had shown when he was throwing punches and kicks and tackling people in the ring. Working out all of that frustration against more than just a punching bag has done a pretty good job of easing some of the ever-present tension out of him.

This stranger seems curious in the detached way of someone who wants to observe without ever participating himself. It's 76's relatively good mood that allows him to reply. ]

Went about five rounds. I figured it was time to give someone else a turn.

Reaper

[deathstiny]

[continued from here]

[Wow, quest rejected. How rude. Wrathion actually sniffs and finds a safe surface to perch on in the lake.

He won't be reduced to begging over a couple of gems, especially since they didn't seem to possess any power at all. At least, not that he could tell.]

If you will not, others will.

[He could have been much nastier -- or maybe he could have been if a certain group of celestial beings hadn't stolen his wings from him. There are enough bleeding hearts in the world that would take pity on him, even if Reaper would not.]

Morrigan

[deathstiny]

[continued from here]

[He's used to Morrigan's tone from many other Azerothians. Wrathion knows what he is -- there were few creatures more disliked than a black dragon. If he spent time to take it personally, he would never get anything done.

So he keeps smiling, and turns to swim a bit closer in spite of her suspicion. He can smell the magic upon her -- caution might not be unwise, but he imagines this to be a fellow refugee.

There were few greater allies than a powerful mage. In this case, he will correct his misstep.]

Have I misspoken? You must forgive me -- I'm afraid I am still adjusting to the various...shortcomings this life is offering.

[He doesn't even mention the favor. There are better treasures to be found -- like information on this woman in front of him.]

Alisaie Leveilleur

[deathstiny]

[continued from here]

[Oh. An elf. How did he not notice the ears before? He's almost surprised she has decided to acknowledge him, after that affront --

But she clearly wasn't any species of elf that he recognized. Maybe she was mortal. Who could say? Either way:]

I'm afraid the water and I have not been agreeing, and I've misplaced some gems at the bottom of the cove.

[Normally, this might be where he'd gesture to the collar of his leathers and red gems but -- well, he isn't wearing them.]

[adelphoi]

[ god wrathion you can't just ask people if they're mortal

she glances down at the surface of the water, though, squinting against the flashing light. well, you certainly came to the right elf for help, she's practically part fish. ]

What sorts of gems?

[ and what was he doing bringing them in the water anyway?? ]

Dylas

[deathstiny]

[continued from here]

[Oh. How curious.

It isn't as if he hasn't seen animal-people before. The tauren were one such case -- but never an amalgamation of human and animal. That was different. He'd think they were simply bits of decoration, if not for the fact that they were moving.

A question perhaps for another time. But he's welcome for the mortality crisis.]

I am afraid I am more of a sky-dweller over the sea -- I was hoping you might assist me in retrieving my lost treasure down below.

[Yes. His.]

[sullenstallion]

Sky-dweller?

[Well, the proposition is interesting enough. A chance to swim is never unwelcome, after all, and helping someone with something they...dropped? doesn't seem like a bad way to spend his time. He might be rough around the edges, but helping out a citizen in need is something he's trying to do more of.

Even if this person just made him question life and death for a second. Look, he's never once thought about whether or not being part-Monster-Guardian-Horse thing has affected his lifespan. And he won't do that now. Instead, he walks closer.]

What'd you lose? I might be able to help.

[There's some emphasis on the word 'might' because Dylas is, well. Rough around the edges.]

Fight club prompt!

[unpreparer]

[It was probably a little bit unfair that he had decided to indulge these mortals and their little competition, however he had an incredibly bad day thus far, and hitting people was sounding pretty damn good. It also would serve to gauge the strength of those here. For reasons.

The dragon had not escaped his notice, there were few thing familiar from Azeroth so he stuck out a bit. He had chosen to disregard him for the time being, he wasn't certain he was up for the headache dealing with a member of the black flight... however the young one seemed to have other plans.]

Child's play. [He scoffs.]I was hoping to find a real challenge.

[There's a brief moment of consideration as he looks at the dragon, but then he thinks better of it. This place was far too small for the firefight that would be.]

CLAPS

[deathstiny]

[Of course he had been following Illidan around -- given the recent events on Azeroth, he would have been foolish to ignore his presence here. He has no intention of a quarrel, of course, though some part of him had to wonder how Illidan would fair without the Legion to hunt.

He waits until Illidan moved closer to properly address him.]

I am pleased to count you among our number, Master Stormrage. There are so precious few Azerothians left, it seems.