❪ 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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[deathstiny]

[Luckily, starry eyed is exactly what this dragon likes. Merlin's focus on the fire coaxes a pleased grin out of him, and Wrathion relaxes a little more. He could talk about himself all day -- so long as certain topics were avoided.]

That depends on what you wish to know. I too was born with it -- as all of my kind are.

[politrick]

[He's starry-eyed, alright. Maybe because he keeps staring at magic fire.]

Anything—tell me anything. You're not just a sorcerer, are you?

[deathstiny]

Oh Titans no. I am a dragon.

[Not...that he can prove it now. It smarts a little, enough that his smile flickers off his face briefly.]

I find that mortals prefer to interact with this form. The short form of the story is that our sires, the five Dragon Aspects, were charged with the nurturing and defense of our home planet -- to that end, they were blessed with great power by the Titans themselves. Thus, we are capable of spells beyond most practiced arcane knowledge.

[He knows a lot, but not the ins and outs of how it works. Merlin will have to find a blue dragon if he wants that information.]

[politrick]

[There are so many words there that he doesn't know the story behind but it honestly doesn't matter, apparently, given the way his face lights up when Wrathion says he's a dragon. A dragon! That's his second dragon today! And Wrathion seems more than just a leg, which was a little strange, anyway—]

What kind of idiot prefers to see another person when they could speak with a dragon? [Merlin doesn't prefer this form... It's an alright form, but dragon.] Of course you can do magic beyond sorcery— it's the same in Camelot.

[For all... two dragons left, one of which is an infant, never mind. So, uh. He's impressed, anyway.]

[deathstiny]

[This--he is not used to this.

Sure, he thinks he is the best thing since sliced bread, and almost everyone could acknowledge his great power. But genuine admiration?

He isn't quite sure how to respond. And he is more than a little suspicious.]

It's--complicated, I suppose.

[Oh dear, now he doesn't want to ruin it by telling the truth -- that all black dragons, save for him, were positively insane. That the black Dragon Aspect had gone mad, abandoned his charge, and sundered the world using his terrible power.

This is nicer.]

Even our youngest can be as large as most full grown species.

[politrick]

[He just loves dragons, okay!! It's literally in his blood, but he loved dragons before he knew about that particular inclination - that's what he gets for befriending the last adult dragon in the world.]

Right. Well— they wouldn't have to take the train? [Ha... jokes. He shifts to hug his still-damp legs up against his chest, looking at Wrathion with even more of that genuine admiration. He can't help it...]

One of my closest friends is a dragon. Everything I've learned about dragons came from him, and it's all so different in other places...

[deathstiny]

[Right. Merlin's got jokes. Wrathion chooses not to point out that he would not allow just any mortal on his back.

But then he looks down at that starry eyed stare again, and the line of his shoulders relaxes a hair.]

How many other dragons have you met, exactly?

[He thinks of Anduin, briefly, and of some of Azeroth's great champions that had come to him for aid. He supposes it is not that difficult to imagine another dragon befriending a mortal in earnest.]

[politrick]

Two. One of them was just a baby—I saw her hatch.

[Is he technically a dragon dad, since he helped with that? Dragon stepdad? He's not sure. Skipping that.

Now he considers, looking down at the ground and sticking his fingers in the sand to have something to fiddle with while he debates. Well...] They're the only two true dragons left.

[deathstiny]

[Rest assured, Merlin, dragons do not imprint. At least, not on Azeroth.]

Just two...red? Bronze?

[He might have been the last Black Dragon, but it had taken considerable work to get there. The blues might have been nearly extinct at one point, but that was no longer the case.

Imagining a world with only two dragons is...somewhat daunting. Then again, he supposed that...he may very well be the last dragon from Azeroth, if none of the others rise from the pods.

Hm.]

...only two altogether?

[politrick]

[Merlin frowns; apparently the color matters in other worlds, and maybe it did once back home—before Uther ruined everything for everyone across the board. So.]

Just two. The little one is white, the old one—Kilgharrah, my friend—is... greyish? Bluish? Darker, certainly. I didn't know that made a difference.

[deathstiny]

[White? That doesn't entirely surprise him. Perhaps they were ill, if they were the last.

He isn't going to go in depth about flight politics, particularly since he was a a black dragon and Opinions exist about him because of it.]

It is part of our charge, as I mentioned earlier. Our dominion is determined by the color of our scales -- blue dragons hold dominion over magic, lore, and the leylines, for example. Bronze watch over the timelines, and so forth. Not that any of it matters much now.

[He doesn't really believe that. But they're circling territory he doesn't quite wish to broach yet, not with a stranger.]

[politrick]

[More sweet Dragon Facts to file away... nice.]

Kilgharrah could do all of that himself, I think. Used to give speeches about destiny and the future all the time.

[So. That's different, he supposes. He shrugs again.]

[deathstiny]

[Wrathion isn't completely certain of the extent to which is powers have been suppressed, but the talk has begun to irritate him, and so he goes silent for a long moment while the molten rock shifts in his palm between them. In the mean time, he stuffs the gems in his pockets. He did all that work -- he wasn't just going to leave them.]

Frankly, I am surprised you got close to an egg at all, especially if it was the last.

[ Is he bitter that his clutchmother had been so far gone that she didn't protect him from the Reds, despite the fact that she had no real defense?

Absolutely.]

[politrick]

[Hmm, yes, this is a little awkward. Merlin just plays with some sand, that's a good thing to do. Ahem.]

It was hidden. I found her— I took her away from people who'd treat her cruelly, and Kilgharrah helped with the rest. [The hatching part. He went through a deadly obstacle course for that egg, it was kind of a weird time.]

[deathstiny]

[Wrathion has a lot of feelings about "helping" and eggnapping, but given that he has only just met Merlin, he takes the time to fake a smile and nod in understanding.]

Well, assuming our hosts did their job correctly, there should be hundreds of dragons still sleeping. Perhaps you will meet more. You will have to introduce me to your friend, should he decide to join us.

[With the gems pocketed, Wrathion crushes the molten rock in his hand to extinguish it, and waves one hand to force the sand off of his clothing. The one true perk to being able to move the earth.]

But I should be getting back. I have a frightful need to rid myself of saltwater.

[politrick]

Oh- sure. Definitely. He'd probably find you first, considering.

[Considering he's a dragon. And Kilgharrah is huge—Merlin has no idea if he can shift his form into a man, but knowing his attitude, he probably wouldn't.]

Well, it— it was nice meeting you.

[deathstiny]

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

[He gives a half-hearted little bow, and turns to wander off.]

And I, you.