❪ october plot conclusion; wyver takes ❫

[natha]

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     An AC-eligible thread for 2 WYVER REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE by DEC 10th 11:59 PM EST. We will no longer be providing overflow posts. In an event where the post hits CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals or create their own catch-all post. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. 1 SILVER = 1 US DOLLAR. 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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[gekkajuu]

But it feels goooood~

[He paid money to get here. Why wouldn't he enjoy it?! Whatever crystals are there to be found aren't going anywhere.

Which is to say: he for sure isn't going looking for those anytime soon. Too bad.]

You should come in, too!

[beatupgrass]

I do all the hard work by climbin' up and gettin' the d'ast things, you carry the bags around, and we split the profits say... 70/30.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket shoves the stupid plant back in the ground, looking mildly traumatized because, to be fair, he hadn't actually thought about that part, and it was a kneejerk reaction to having his eardrums broken.

Having an adopted child who is a plant has possibly made him a bit squeamish.]

I, uh... I didn't think that part through. That dude is gonna use 'em to make swords and shit though, right?

[eusford]

Uh...

[ He's only ever made one post and he's making it seem as if there's a thousand others. ]

Oh, I think I know which one you're talking about. What about it? [ He brings an arm back, elbow resting against the chair as he leans back. The more relaxed and poised he becomes, all while looking Juvia straight in the face, the more... less desirable the air is. And her. Though to say she was a single object in the shockingly short list of desires he had in the first place would ultimately be a lie; it was just an effect from the Heat after all.

And no one was surprised. ]

You're about a month late to be making any complaints.

[gekkajuu]

[The wait isn't long, thankfully. Half-running the few steps forward, not quite daring to push himself through even now, he catches up - and freezes in place. That simple outstretched hand might as well be a gift from the gods, almost certainly too much kindness, but with (and that is the real shock, here) no sense of guilt or unworthiness over receiving it.

If only for this moment, that hand is intended for him.

Atsushi takes it after that split second's hesitation, squeezing tightly (but not crushingly) - and his heart skips a beat. Mikazuki's hand is so warm and real, everything else pales by comparison.

Both the food and his plan to sit down somewhere are all but forgotten just now.]

[gekkajuu]

[He's had his moments of worrying about Daifuku's lack of growth, for sure, but in the end, what can he do? The cub eats well, and it has developed wonderfully except for its size. Atsushi can't exactly force it to get bigger.

... Besides, he never did work out how he was supposed to earn enough money to feed a full-grown tiger. This is definitely more affordable.]

Me, too. Back on the ship, I felt truly stolen from where I belonged, but here... it's a new home - and a wonderful one.

[He looks around awkwardly, and half-whispers:] Though I still prefer Olympia.

[competing]

[ look he could call you a whole lot of other things for even thinking about taking his not-really-child from him...! ]

I do so have a choice! I have all the choices in the world!

[ he takes another step back, still continuing to shield the egg from dylas. ]

Don't you try anything...! Junior's other dad has knives!!

[ also, like. he has a rifle but. details. ]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket stares for a moment... and then he bursts out laughing.]

Oh maaan. You are one crazy broad. [It definitely sounds like a compliment.]

[competing]

Ah, yeah... sometimes it can be kind of an acquired taste. But, hey, at least now you can say you tried!

[competing]

Yep!

[ he takes it from her and runs it through his hair a couple of times, so that by the time he starts patting the other parts of him dry, his hair's sticking up in all kinds of odd angles. ]

How was Junior? Not too much trouble, I hope. [ heh. ]

[personalwar]

[ If this kid wants some sort of memento of the time that he almost broke some bones getting stuck in a tree, 76 has to assume that he's not the sort who would learn his lesson. He seems to think this is all fun and games, at least to some extent. Sure, he acknowledges that 76 saved his life (he probably would have just broken a few bones, but that's besides the point), but his attitude is casual and carefree, to say the least.

Now he wants a fist bump. 76 eyes the outstretched fist for a few seconds before he shakes his head. ]

No photos. [ And no fist bumps, apparently. ] Just keep in mind there might not be someone around to bail you out next time.

[beatupgrass]

Hey, I'm not worried, I'm just- Aw shit. [He's safely in the trees, so he's not in danger, but contrary to his protests of not being worried, he still leaps deftly through the trees until he's found himself keeping pace with her. His chest and limbs are burning a little from a month of no exercise, but nothing like a good race to increase your stamina.]

As I was- oof- [He almost misses a branch and has to correct himself quickly, barely managing to keep himself from hitting the ground. A few moments later, he catches up again.] I just don't want you to die stupid is all.

[daemonized]

[wow]

My, and what might that imply?

[He can see that scrutinizing look! She isn't even trying to hide it.]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket's tail swishes back and forth as he crouches on his branch. He's studying him right back. It's a grand old study session.] Heh. Confident about that, are you? Have you seen the size of those bastards?

[unweave]

[ STOP USING JESUS AS A CATALYST FOR BAD CHOICES. sipp, you're the worst. ]

You won't be as long as you stay close.

[ Was that possessive twist of her voice? ]

Right, there's a guy all about smelling too, gonna tell me he's overcompensating? Whatever, not my rodeo. Just so long as you don't get us killed.

[competing]

[ now lance cannot help but laugh, and that grin turns a little more embarrassed. ]

Honestly? There's not much to tell! I heard about it from one of my bosses and, I dunno, I thought — hey, why not? I mean, Keith and I are already kinda raising this egg-baby together [ oops, did he forget to mention that too? ] and we're already like, super committed to each other so, I dunno, it just kinda seemed like a romantic thing to do? I brought it up to him, and he was all for it, and so we just. We went, and we did it. And — that's that, I guess.

Though I guess in the end it wasn't really that romantic... heh.

[ except for the part where they pretty much pledged to be committed to each other for the rest of their lives, but whatever. ]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket smells her coming before he sees her arrive- even in a muddle of weird human musk and other smells, he's found himself comforted by Ammy's wilder scent, so when he pinpoints it, his ears flick, and he looks down to see her there, grinning at both her... and the food.

His stomach growls in appreciation- after over a month of his body rejecting nourishment, he feels like he could eat everything, and greedily he snatches up some of the bread to gobble it down before he's even properly greeted her.]

That's amazing. I never thought I'd miss all those Olympian broads cookin' to repay me for my work, but I kinda do. [He finishes the bread and looks like he's reaching down for more, but he places a hand on her head, instead.] Hey, Ammy. What's shakin'?

[eusford]

[ He's beginning to lose proper composure and train of thought as every second passed. His brain, his chest, every ounce of him begins to shift and alter, completely unbeknownst to the emotionless vampire as he remains unmoving despite Keith's protests. Because who he sees isn't the annoying ass kid he's thrown like three times already, it's the young man who stood beside him in their fight for the Holy Land, who claimed Crowley as a hero when he had left the Crusades in a cowardly attempt to run from his demons, the last of his most precious memories as a human. ]

Jose.

[ There's something in his chest that feels heavy. All of a sudden the guilt of a cross, the sudden detachment from God and all of his beliefs, come reeling back; abandoning everything he once was after he had turned and losing every ounce of sympathy and desire to bring those brighter days back. It all dying over the centuries and miles he crossed from battlefield to battlefield.

He didn't even cry when he had last saw him. ] You're here. You're awake. [ There's a possibility he's in some fuckin' pod that Ferid has in canon so?? Anyway. He's grabbing Keith by the face, but it's done with the same sort of tender fondness a father would do to their own child. ] You're alive.

[ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I HATE THAT CROWLEY IS LOSING HIS SHIT ]

[eusford]

I wasn't trying to make it seem attractive. [ A shrug. ] It won't be out of nowhere~ I know of two or three who'd kindly help me if I asked.

[ Or really just picked up the phone and tell them to come over but whatever ya get me.

But what's done is done. Crowley only hums lightly, instinctively catching the scent of the man's blood and noticing that there is something odd about it. ] Ah, I get it... but you better pray that dragon gets here soon. [ why?????? ] Just from the smell alone, I want to drink from you. And it's been a good day or so since I last drank.

[regives]

[ Wow what a boring egg. But after Leanne is finished satisfying her curiosity she goes back to holding the egg like it were a baby. What's more boring is that she has to sit here and really consider learning how to swim. ]

Welcome back. [ First and foremost. ] Glad you didn't—... what?

[ ?????? LANCE???????? ]

No!? Did you!? What did you even pull them off of?

[lahaine]

[ Being the butt of the joke was far from Jeanne's strong suit.

As Avenger continues to protest (more like whine) about Rin's terrible attempt at humor, Rin had already coated herself in her own bodily fluids. Leading to the unmistakable stench of blood starting to permeate the air. Avenger did not have to be an animal to be able to smell it, which meant that it would only be a matter of time before dragons were upon the duo.

Dropping the subject with a soft "tch" she would draw La Pucelle from her hip. ] Fine. You can be the bait. [...but I am not letting you die for something so stupid, would have been the addition to that if she wasn't such a tsundere. ]

I don't give a damn about anyones convenience, so I am handling these stupid things my way. [ With that she would take her place next to Rin, ready to apprehend the drakes as they were lured near. ]

[cacoethical]

[John doesn't sound sure. John doesn't sound sure, but on the other hand, Dirk... well, Dirk trusts him as well as he trusts anybody, in any case. He chews worriedly at his lower lip.]

I feel reassured.

[That too could have been said with more certainty.]

Excellent job as not my assistant.

[He pats John's arm in a reassuring sort of gesture of his own as they shuffle along, moving slowly but fairly steadily towards the front of the queue. And it's true, it actually is true that he feels slightly better about the whole thing -- at very least, he doesn't feel any of the visceral sort of wrongness that would normally incline him to believe that something is about to imminently go wrong in some previously unforeseeable and generally awful way, like something's going to catch fire or someone's going to be sucked into an alternate world occupied by Norse gods or no matter what shop he goes to, nobody is ever going to sell his favourite sandwiches anymore. That -- the not having the awful feeling -- is enough to be getting on with, isn't it?

It seems to be, at least, until they get closer and Dirk can start to parse some of the words being said, enough to catch the sort of gist of what's happening here. It's sort of lovely, actually. All these people must be terribly good friends. The prospect fills his chest with warmth, and he eyes John askance.]

Well, that's awfully nice, actually. It would, I feel, be excessively bold of me to say that you're my best friend, but you're certainly one of the best.

[competing]

[ don't worry, lance meets him halfway, quite eagerly. their noses bump a little, but it takes only a fraction of a second for them to reassess and shift into a better position. somehow, it's only when their lips touch that lance realizes — like, truly realizes — what they'd just done. it hits him like a tidal wave, knocking the breath out of him but leaving him feeling warm, full. he shifts forward until he's the one now leaning over keith, nearly bending him backward over that altar (which he's just pressed him up against now, oops), dropping kiss after kiss in his giddiness. sorry keith, you're getting ravished... ]

[inaurare]

Very well.

[a gentle gesture toward the tree - yes, Linneus will start first, but it's an invitation to step closer.

He... has never taught anyone before, but he will do his best]

For now it might be best to stay as close to the trunk as possible? The boughs are strongest there; less likely to bend or buckle. But it it also good to use the trunk itself, any whorls or nobs it has as footholds.

[explaining now as he moves, getting his first holds and climbing his way up. Not too far, but enough to give Waver room to follow, room to fall safely]

Keep your weight close, don't be tempted to hang. And take care to get your hold, spot your next, and then move.

[adelphoi]

[ don't you threaten her with tether!! pouting intensifies ]

There shall be no need for any of that, thank you.