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THE END TO THE EPIDEMIC

On the morning of November 3, there is a palpable buzz on the streets as both the natives of Wyver and Olympian refugees share the same sentiment: excitement. Word will quickly spread that a cure to VIOLET2710 has finally been developed and is ready for mass dissemination.

Throughout the city, the cure can be found at any of the numerous small temples and outposts of the Altar of Volkkra. The shamans of Volkkra will happily distribute the cure to any of the ill in need of it, without restraint. A joint venture between both Olympia and Wyver, citizens of both are granted equal access. As the lines form, the shamans will ask that able-bodied persons administer the cure to themselves and to others. Don't let the needles scare you! It'll only hurt a little.

At each of these outposts, signs will be posted giving credit to those who aided in the creation and manufacture of the cure:

Claire Fraser
Amaterasu
Pike Trickfoot
Charles Xavier
Alan Foster (Bruce Wayne)
Keyleth
Rosalind Lutece
Shinjiro Aragaki
Mipha
Wrathion
Dorian Pavus
Merlin
Morrigan

Clarke Griffin
Rose Lalonde
Peter Parker
Linnaeus
Zelda
John Watson
You Watanabe
Jean Grey
Mikleo
Daenerys Targaryen
Dylas
Frankenstein
Waver Velvet

As they distribute the cure, the shamans will note that those receiving the cure should give thanks to those named. Without their contributions, it may have taken much longer for the cure to be found and created in large enough quantities to save everyone.

SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO?

With Olympia and Wyver's fragile alliance still in effect and a cure to VIOLET2710 distributed, Olympia finally opens its gates once again to Refugees if they feel a little homesick. High-speed transportation will be available at record low costs as politicians, merchants, and other business owners desperately hurry home to salvage whatever they can from the terrorist attacks.

Refugees are advised to remain in Wyver until food rations can be recovered and the water can be decontaminated. However, those more personally attached to Olympia may discover that the city is preparing a mass call for volunteers that will go out in the near future. In the meantime, and understandably, you should do what you can to help the Wyver people. The Dragon city has started posting quests, not only for you to do your part, but for the Wyver people to gauge your worth as visitors to their sacred land.

Thesa also has an interest in the unfolding events. Refugees have now been exposed to both lands, and certainly some will find themselves more invested in one side than the other. Darma finally wakes from slumber to observe, and while she is thankful that Refugees are immersed in her world, there is something foreboding on the horizons. On the night of the 3rd, Darma will appear in your dreams for a conversation.

It has been some time, Refugee... ah, no, certainly not for me. I am Darma. It is my hope that Sael as served you well in my place. The Natha do not feel, but I must express gratefulness that I am able to return to you.

My greeting extends to both old and new faces. As we watch you, we see that this world and its people have begun to influence your hearts. In time, your loyalty to either of these lands, to Olympia or to Wyver, shall affect how you are seen by the other side. As observers, we are unable to provide either region a winning edge. Thus, once you pledge loyalty to one, you cannot use Thesa to teleport to the other.

Choose wisely, or choose none at all. There is no war for those who do not wish to see it. For those who do... if I may be prudent— this alliance will not last. Keep your friends close, Refugee, for they may not remain so if your allegiances conflict.

You will wake before you get a chance to reply.

THE UNDERLYING PROBLEM IN THE UNDERGROWTH

The locals often speak of a cursed place deep within Wyver territory, confounded by the spirits of dragons who passed long ago: those who still wish for vengeance on the people of Olympia for their untimely deaths. Though these stories began as nothing more than urban legends among the raiders and shamans, over time the idea has become mainstream. So much that the rumors have started causing unrest between the people of Wyver and their guests. More than a few people within Wyver have used these rumors as justification for opposing the current alliance with Olympia.

Many Wyver locals see these rumors as a sign that their ancestors disapprove of the alliance. As a result, those in charge have decided that it would be prudent to mitigate some of the anxiety from either side. Those who are willing to look into these rumors further will find themselves lead towards the darkest parts of Wyver, deep within the Undergrowth in a region devoid of light. The faint of heart will be advised against delving further.

Common among these rumors are accounts of people being attacked by an unseen enemy, or talk of possession and out-of-body experiences. Those who press on will find that the culprit is none other than a new, undocumented beast.

This creature is able to camouflage itself perfectly to its environment. This, paired with darkness of the deep Undergrowth, makes this beast nearly impossible to detect with the naked eye. The creature also release a noxious gas that can spark a range of emotional responses: some may grow hysterical, while others may be consumed by despair. The effects only last for minutes, though some may linger in the back of one's mind for hours after. While the creature does not actually attack people directly, the other beasts of the Undergrowth may take advantage of its victims.

Fortunately, Wyver is not looking for the creature's capture. They respect the delicate balance of the jungle as they see themselves as its protectors. For now, they only desire more information about this creature in order to assuage the people. Good luck and do your best to keep your wits!

ALRIA'S FULL MOON

While Olympians worship the ever-present light of Thesa, the people of Wyver are captivated by the smaller, yet ever-changing Alria. Alria cycles in and out of the night sky much like what denizens of Earth would remember as lunar phases, and those who are familiar with that may notice it is very similar to their own. And likewise, the creatures, men and women of Wyver are affected when Alria transitions into its full moon phase.

DRAGONS & LUNATICS —
The dragons are restless. Perhaps because this particular full moon is accompanied by far more human scent than they are typically used to, but there's no doubt that they are eyeing humans as they do fresh prey. That is exactly why humans or human-like refugees will be tasked to tame a particularly rowdy dragon stable.

The dragon mounts at Lhongha Stables have broken free from their homes, roaming aimlessly in the deep undergrowth. You and another will be advised to strip down to your undergarments (it's hot, relax a little, human!) and lure the dragons back to the stables with your bodies. Rowdy dragons do love their human flesh! "Just a hunch," says the owner of the stables, "But I bet they'll come running faster if they smell your human blood."

He laughs as he hands over a pocket knife if he sees you're not carrying a weapon. The owner assures you that the dragons have been trained not to attack unless told to, but who knows how serious he is about that?

JUNGLE HEAT (NSFW) —
The full moon affects Wyver in other ways as well. While Olympia has a district blessed by Thesa's light all year long, Wyver only feels it at a certain time of the month. "The Heat" lasts for a full week starting on a full moon. You'll see it everywhere. Olympia has its lust confined in a single district, but in Wyver, during the phase of the full moon, the lust is everywhere. The people of Wyver will be friendlier then, offering you ale and meat. They sing songs of destroying their enemies up north, but even the native Olympians won't be able to will themselves to be angry when Alria shines upon them.

Perhaps you'll be find yourself affected, too, by Alria's light. And it's okay to get touchy; it isn't like the locals care about public displays of affection when they most certainly are getting handsy themselves.

THE PACT OF VOLKKRA —
Shamans, too, participate in celebrations of Alria's full moon. During the event, the shamans will give pairs each a couple of blessed dragon teeth necklaces. Wyver tradition states that if a shaman approves you as a pair, then you are granted a chance to form a Volkkran Pact. This pact, the shaman will explain, will bond a pair as an unstoppable team, granting one another a small influence on each others' powers.

"King Shanrian and his Pact, Counsel Shenya benefit from this. Shenya was granted physical strength, and our King his Counsel's perception. It has made quite a difference."

THE VOLKKRAN PACT AT NAMARAK SUMMIT

Despite being mistaken for a pair, there is no need to take the shaman's advice. The necklace will disappear if the Pact isn't completed in a week's time. However, if the Pact's benefits might be something of interest to you and your partner, then you'll be advised to travel further south, until you reach Namarak Mountain. At the summit, you'll find an altar, where you and your partner are expected to return the necklaces and make a vow to support one another.

The shaman there isn't particularly interested in what you do to complete the Pact. In fact, many people who attempt the Pact tend to... go a bit further than is necessary, when it can be achieved through a simple kiss between the partners.

The Volkkran Pact's effects are immediate upon physical contact. Each Pact can be broken through a special process with the head Shaman, but there needs to be at least a month's time before one can sever it. The pairs may be fake and still receive the benefit of the Pact, though they may find that sharing power with someone they are not truly committed to is a mistake.

NOTE: Players may be creative about what powers can be shared. The recipients of the such powers can never be granted its full strength, but it may be strengthened with Wyver REP rewards. Please note that PCs does not need to pledge allegiance to Wyver in order to keep the Volkkran Pact; they will only need 10 Wyver REP in order to strengthen it. Refer to the questions thread below if you have any questions.

BUILD-A-BLADE WORKSHOP

Sirod, the weapon's head shopkeeper, is interested in procuring a few materials for his clients. While these clients have already collected the claws of larger beasts and various other parts needed to create their new weapons, they are still missing some rare, necessary items. In particular, they are still missing the following:

High Prisms — These tiny crystals attach themselves to the branches of older trees. They tend to hang near the tops of them, hiding in the shadows of the leaves. Unfortunately, retrieving them requires one… to climb. Hopefully you got a lot of tree climbing practice as a kid. Who knew that skill would ever come in handy?

Crystal Drop — These are normally found near bodies of water. Especially water that has been enchanted, past or present. The drops tend to cling to the floors of these mystical streams and lagoons. Those seeking them will also have to be careful not to be affected by the water’s properties. Perhaps that's part of the trick of gathering them.

Frozen Mylan Root — Mylans are a type of live vegetation that grows on Namarak Mountain. Constantly roaming in the warm seasons, they root themselves into fertile earth during the winter where they sleep until spring, making the snowy mountain ideal to acquire the roots. Plucking them from the ground takes strength, and slicing them will prove equally difficult... and of course, there is a blood-curdling scream when you wake it from its slumber. Well, it wouldn't be a real test of strength and emotional fortitude otherwise.

Those who retrieve any of these items will be rewarded 100 Silver.

FINAL OOC NOTE

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[—and nearly chokes on it.

Only the fact that he said "it shouldn't go to waste" keeps her from spitting it out; she forces herself to swallow it, then gives the mug an odd look.]

What is that?! It's more bitter than I thought it would be!

Not at all. [ Branch over branch, he starts to hit a rhythm as he navigates up through the sturdier branches and tufts of leaves, shaking a few loose as the wood stretches, cracks, and groans. ] It was what I was used to at home though.

[ A contradictory statement from someone who seemed keen on his independence, even as an act of defiance. ]

Okay.

[ A fair point he won't argue. Countering the independence of someone's decision isn't really a strong suit of his in most circumstances, and plus... the mobile suit catwalks had been just as high and had twice as many dangerous things floating around. It's justification enough as he steps back and gazes upward at the twinkling through the branches, refractive and golden. ]

What do you think they are?

[ the way he recoils a bit in, you know, abject fear, brings a smile to her face. or a grin, really, you know the type, the grinch grin.

.. but he doesn't need to worry, really, she's not about to attack him without first imparting some knowledge. it's a lesson after all, not a massacre, but she needs the sword to work with. alisaie laughs lightly and steps toward him, resting her aetheric blade against a tree and taking his hands to move them, to show him how and where to grasp the rapier, which is the easier part. the focus is a bit more tricky. ]

Now, the rapier is for physical damage, naturally. It is used in close combat. But this - [ touching the focus ] - is a crystal focus, what I use to channel and amplify my mana. Unlike white and black mages, who draw ambient aether from the world around them, red mages draw upon it from themselves, your own energy.

[ it.. isn't easy to explain, and alisaie would not consider herself a good teacher. even when she had learned red magic she had had a strong understanding of aetheric principles and the arcane, casting magic with grimoires from more or less the moment she was able to speak. but prompto is at square one here, hasn't so much as lit a candle with magic let alone anything else.

but she's hoping that the part of her within him will help him to learn, to feel what he must do, naturally. ]

It is something you feel within yourself, the life force within you, within everything. [ it surrounds us and penetrates us; it binds the galaxy together, luke!! ] You must find and hold onto it, and allow it to flow into the crystals.

[ and, taking the focus from his hands, she holds it in her own for a moment, but rather than sit in her palm it rises to hover above it, cushioned by the invisible influence of her aether. ]

Like so.

[ handing it back - now you try!! ]

Imagine your aether as.. a breath, as wind. As you would blow the seeds of a dandelion to make them float, so to you will breathe into the focus.

[ He's wise to the fact that there was a high probability it'd end up on his shoes. So maybe he's a little impressed when Yona ends up forcing it down. ]

— oh. [ BLAND ASS THAT HE IS ] Really? [ He looks into the mug curiously. ] It smelled like apples to me.

[ Well, one good turn, and all that. He brings it up to take a drink too, not quite reconciling the fruity smell with the immediate tang it has in his mouth. Suddenly it gets a whole lot more pungent. His reaction isn't as obvious, but he does let his nose crinkle a little.

It smells like Orga when he got white girl wasted. ]

I guess it's... ale?

[There'll be time enough for him to fuck her mouth; for the moment, Rosalind is enjoying setting the pace. She takes her time with it: not teasing nor drawing back, no, but easing into it. She bobs her head slowly, taking just a little more of him in at each pass, wet heat and tight suction inching lower and lower on his prick, until at last he's bumping against the back of her throat.

And that-- that's going to take some working up to. She has no desire to force him down her throat for ages, but it'd be nice to do it just once, just to see what it might do to him. The sound of that moan had been incredibly satisfying, and god, but she wants to see him lose control, she really does. She wants to see what Bigby looks like when he's not trying to be careful; she of all people is built to endure and enjoy that, immortal thing that she is.

But that's for later. Not much later, admittedly, but for now, this is enough. Her free hand braces on his leg, fingers sliding over his thigh, her nails digging in each time she takes him deep in her mouth. For a moment she spares a thought on how she must look: still dressed, and yet already her hair is mussed, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen as she wraps them tight around his cock. A delicious picture of poise debauched and debased, and he ought to savor that picture, because he's the first here to get to see her in such a state.

Bit of a pity she'd never allow herself to be photographed in such a way, huh?

She sets a rhythm, slow but all the better for each pass, her mouth wet from saliva and precome both. Again and again and again, and when she pulls back, it's only to lick at him instead, hot tongue darting against what bits of him she can't manage to swallow.]

[...somehow, something about that wording bothers him. But he can't quite put his finger on it. His only response is a soft hum as Rin continues.]

Well, you're certainly not wrong about that. The diversity here is far more than I expected, even among the native population.

[Not that he's met any demons yet, but--]

Ah, but in any case, Jae-ha is something of an exception. Most of the people I've met here don't even know me by the same name -- let alone the fact that I'm a demon. Likewise, he's the only one who'll know much of anything about how we know each other.

...it smells a little like it, so I thought it was apple juice...

[A weird... dragon apple juice. There are weirder things on this planet.

She watches his face as he takes a drink, and she can't help but feel a little defeated when all he does is wrinkle his nose. He's definitely shown her up... no, she can't let it stand like that!

So she goes for a second drink once he's one with his sip, fully intending to be completely pokerfaced.

To her credit, she's mostly successful...]

[until she swallows and the aftertaste hits her full force

she grimaces. it's not cute.]

It's not any better the second time!

[ His eyes narrow a bit, but not out of anything malicious. He's studying him, for a long moment, before choosing to respond.

Unfortunately, without any information about just how much metal he's carrying around with him. ]

I don't plan to let them get that far.

[ Besides, isn't that a good thing... well, considering it's on the back of his neck, it certainly wouldn't help Gaelio out that much anyway. ]

Rumors... [ A word he has to let roll through his mouth as he ducks through the darkness. ] I don't know.

[ Thinking about spirits translates strangely for him, when he's only ever dealt with physical things. Even holding a funeral once didn't push the concept all the way through. But maybe there was something to it. Maybe it's like the voice he heard before arriving here, or the restlessness he feels when others die before him. It makes his tone of voice hush even further, uncolored by anger or distress or sadness. ]

But somehow, I guess I understand how it feels.

[ To want vengeance. ]

[ It's because his snack du jour is so gross that it's numbed him to palate trauma.

~~unless you put seafood in front of him~~ ]

[ For maybe the first time since he's set foot in Wyver Mikazuki cracks a smile at her uncute reaction, pushing a breath though his nose that's not unlike a snort. ]

If it's that bad, I can finish it.

[Unfortunately, Yona is stubborn as hell, so she shakes her head.]

Nuh-uh! You told me to help, so I'm going to help. Even if it tastes gross.

[If he can handle half, then she can handle half, too. It would be embarrassing to be defeated by just a few sips of a gross drink... so she takes a breath and takes another long swig.

She is going to regret this in about .02 seconds, but, eh.]

Anyone would want a hot meal rather than rations.

[ Days where Atra would show up with deliveries were always the noisiest, because the entire compound knew it was going to get a fresh, warm meal instead of cold rations thrown onto a tray. So Mikazuki will concede that much, the warm smell of spice and char in the air not unpleasant. Mostly because it's not in his mouth.

Still, he's content with the amount of work he's done here earning his way to food he likes to eat, so passing up the free stuff to someone more receptive to it isn't a big deal. ]

I only tried the real thing back home. I didn't like it.

_{[He can't imagine she could do anything that'd make her not worthy, but he appreciates the sentiment all the same. The fingers in his hair are a new sensation he's never experienced before, but the effect on him is immediate and noticeable. The tenseness he'd been holding in his muscles seems to dissipate, eyelids drooping. Who would've thought something so simple would feel so incredible?]}

I promise too...

[ He has sense, he's just laughing at you now... ]

You simply must?

[ He's still... not helping... though he is coming closer, crouching down next to her and leaning his elbows on his thighs as he watches. She's determined, he'll give her that; determination is important, so it's not like he's making fun of that or anything, at least.

Ah... but giving it another minute or two and then he's reaching out with a hand to her. ]

Now that you've loosened it, let me do the rest.

[...good, that's working.

Yona smiles faintly and kisses his forehead again, continuing to stroke his hair lightly as he finally, finally starts to relax. If he can get some rest - a good night's sleep - then she'll have succeeded, here.

Getting to sleep beside him is a bonus.]

Thank you for that. Rest now, okay...?

[they can panic over the mark he left in the morning]

Well, I thought you were going to like it. Like the food.

[ ...he's saying even over her impressive glugging. ]

Your face is turning red.

[Ale is not to Yona's tastes, apparently. She's grimacing the whole time that she drinks, but finally, there's only about half left in the mug - and that's close enough. She'll just let him handle the rest as she wipes at her mouth with the back of one hand.]

My face is not red.

[It absolutely is, actually, but she's in denial.]

Hey, you should drink your half too.

[ Ah... an over-achiever. He likes her already. He can't say his reason was any different from hers, even.

But now he's holding out a white, gloved hand to her, in a hand-shake. He's learned that many people here do not actually know what that is, and yet he keeps doing it, just in case. ]

I'm Gaelio Bauduin.

_{[It's working wonders, really. Who would've thought the night would've taken so many twists and turns the way it had? He seems to settle, eyes finally closing as his breathing evens out. There's a soft mutter in reply to her request but that's all she gets from him.

He's finally fallen asleep.]}

Yeah, I know.

[ Really, he was prepared to drink more than that, but someone had to get ambitious. Bringing the cup closer to himself again, he tips it back and just downs the rest, expression only twinging a little at the feeling of the bubbles invading his sense of smell. Emptying the mug has him clearing his throat of the taste, and maybe a little memory too. Better times where he hadn't been drinking, but maybe he ought to have. ]

There... [ He goes to set it down somewhere safe. ] Thanks for helping out.

[As gratifying as the sounds he was making before were, there's something even more gratifying about hearing his breathing even out and watching him drift off to sleep.

It means he's relaxed, finally. Relaxing doesn't seem to be something that comes easily to him, so if he can do that here when he's with her - well, she'll just have to make a point of asking him to spend the night more often.

Yona drifts off to sleep not too long after he does, keeping close.

He'll likely be the one to wake first; when he does, he'll find the two of them cuddled up together, Yona's arms wrapped tightly around him and her face just inches away from his own. She's shifted a little in her sleep, but that's... normal. No violent tossing and turning, anyway.

Of course, her head's moved enough that her hair isn't covering the mark on her neck, so he'll get an eyeful of that right away, too.]

Mm! You're welcome!

[See, she can be useful (?) too. She watches as he sets the mug down, and though she wonders if that's really okay... well, enough people are milling about that somebody is bound to pick it up if it needs to go somewhere else.

Which means, now that their hands are empty...]

This means we can keep exploring now, right?

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