❪ 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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[cutefaced]

So if you had a brother or sister that could see them, you'd...?

[...uuh.

Her hair feels like it's moving. She can tell, because a few strands of it brush against the back of her neck as it moves upward. But Mephisto is right there in front of her, so it can't be him -

She turns her head, and her hair falls.

...wait, it totally could have been him.]

Are you doing magic on my hair again, Faust?

[cutefaced]

[See, that's the kind of unruly hair that's endearing! Yona's a little jealous that he can pull it off, even as she giggles at the sight of it.]

He was very well-behaved!

[Wait. Wait, she's got this.]

...you might even say he was on egg-celent behavior.

[i'm sorry]

[cutefaced]

They might... the big ones had to be babies at some point, and they're probably having babies of their own.

[But where are they kept?

Yona really wants to meet a tiny dragon. One of these days...!]

Do you think the man from the stables might know?

[courageunforgotten]

[Apples don't seem heavy but they really add up when you start carrying more than three hundred.]

And here I was worrying that I was the only one who ever got injured. [There really is so much he's missing, isn't there? She'd apologized for reminding him of that a moment ago but he almost feels like he's the one who owes her that apology for forgetting those times together.] I'll do my best to make it in one trip this time.

[cutefaced]

[immediately, she sulks]

...I've been resting for almost a month though... I'm tired of resting.

[frombetrayal]

...strange?

[Come to think of it, she does feel a little strange.

The question is just enough to get her to think past the haze of despair that's settled over her - she can't quite shake it, but she can recognize that it's not how she would normally feel. Just thinking back to what she's said and done ten minutes prior...]

It... did. Something doesn't feel right, but I don't know how to describe it.

[puffing]

[ even if his body is demanding that he doesn't just sit back and let Rosalind do as she sees fit, his mind insists that he try and enjoy every minute of this. Bigby can't remember how long it may have been since he's found a woman willing to go down on him like this, let alone seeming to enjoy it half as much as Rosalind appears to be. the fabric of her couch is heard being scratched against as he rakes his nails down into it, figuring it was more deserving of possible tear marks than her head. if she needs validation, she's getting it in the form of body language.

whether or not she is able to make his cock completely disappear between her lips or not, she was doing just fine. toes curl and Bigby's head rolls back to look up at the ceiling briefly, blinding himself to simply enjoy the warmth of her mouth and envelope him. every stroke of her tongue against his shaft and tip can be felt, every vibration from her throat as she moans onto him like she was the one being pleasured. she's showing some true colors, alright. ]

Fuck. You're... planning on making this last a while, aren't you.

[ can he even talk shit to her right now? be snarky or provoke her? no. Bigby's going to have to give props to her where it counts, because she sure did know how to get right to business when she wants something. sooner or later (100% sooner), he caves into pressure and finds himself grabbing the back of her head. she can only imagine how much he struggles to continue giving her the reins, in a sense, every twitch of his fingers showing how hard he tries to not pull her by the hair and force her to bob up and down at a faster rate. he instead scratches through her red strands, being surprisingly gentle when considering his current state. ]

That's... nice. Mmf. Real fucking nice.

[ who's honestly surprised he is vulgar when it comes to sex. ]

[ayes]

[Easy for you to say. She's not confident in her ability to fight pretty much anything that they've come across. Running, maybe.] It's so weird that there's a place where they're real. Sometimes it doesn't seem like real life! --say, do you know how to use a knife? I can cook, but that's pretty much it.

[frombetrayal]

[dio, why are you like this]

Ear plugs? [mmmmmm... she checks her pockets, just in case, but unfortunately, only comes up with a bit of lint and some string.] ...unfortunately, I do not.

[bye, eardrums]

But, if you'd like some help harvesting the roots... perhaps between the two of us we can silence any others quickly enough not to need them.

[shikomizue]

[It's almost impossible to feel the heat of Cain's body, despite their proximity, through the sweltering humidity of the jungle. Takasugi's hand slips away, leaving the man to stand on his own - but not without the lifeline of a sturdy back within arm's reach.

And up his hand raises, fingers smearing heavy brown hair away from Cain's forehead to press into it. There's a sense of severity to these effects, the disorientation and the glassy stare could be indicative of anything from mild confusion to head trauma.

Whether hot or clammy, Takasugi doesn't maintain the touch, dropping his hand to snake under Cain's shoulder and offer more solid support.] Aa, still curious?

Want to go find it again?

[He takes a step, testing their coordination rather than making good on that 'playful' idea.

The lack of information on the creature - its sentience, its relationship with the forest, the full scope of its abilities - is exactly why they're being sent out here. But such an endeavor is better suited to someone else. All Takasugi would ever offer is a chunk of flesh should he get a clear shot at the thing - he doesn't mind leaving this mission unfulfilled.]

[fisherwife]

[She goes quiet for a long moment, thinking.] I... Well, if it comes to it, if it's true we cannot save our worlds from the Storm... There are worse places to set up a new life. I rather like this second chance.

[Even if their worlds were restored, she's not sure what she'd do with herself. Would it be so easy to just slip back into her old life like nothing had happened?

There's a smile t Atsushi's 'confession' though and a small giggle.] Truthfully, I do too. Wyver has its charms, but it's a bit more... wild...? I suppose you could say?

[ayes]

[You doesn't know many boys, period. The few she does know were all in her sleepy little seaside town, and since Uranohoshi is an all-girls' school, she hasn't really made any close male friends her age. Honestly, she's never really thought about dating a guy much; she's much too busy with her swimming and diving and most recently Aqours. (Plus, all of her close relationships are with other girls, so there's that too).

But she's read the manga and the stories. Walking around a semi-festival holding hands with a boy is what you're supposed to do with like... your boyfriend. And he's not her boyfriend.

Oh sure, Atsushi is her friend. And a boy. And he's nice. He's really nice! This just seems so different than how she'd expected. A part of her wonders if maybe this is a little sudden.

She ignores that part. She ignores the little murmurs of uncertainty because even with the glove, his hand is warm. Her cheeks are pink. She smiles.] Yeah! Let's, uh... we were going to find some drinks, right?

[razzledazzles]

What makes you think I'm not?

[Punish him! Punish him!]

Ah, but don't get too flustered. That curl of yours seems to lift even higher, and you're tall enough as it is. [WHY IS THAT A REASON]

[originallutece]

[Her eyes dart up as his fingers run through her hair, and for a moment she tenses, expecting precisely what he's trying to resist doing. It isn't a tension of resistance; she'd quite enjoy that. But it would be a little overwhelming, and she'd certainly have to brace herself for it.

But no. He's oddly sweet about it, his fingers sweeping through her hair, pushing it back and gripping it lightly. She takes him in her mouth again, darting down to take him deep, her head bobbing in shallow thrusts so the tip of his cock keeps bumping against the back of her throat, again and again.

And oh, those sounds . . . oral fixation or not, that's what really drives her on. He makes no secret of his enjoyment of this, and Rosalind savors every signal, every groan and minute jerk of his hips and twitch of his cock, god, but it's satisfying. Gratifying, on a selfish and petty level, because he'd been the one to go on and on about how wet she'd been that last time, how eager she was for something he wasn't going to give her . . . and now here he is, just as hungry for her as she is for him.

This is fun. And it would be even more fun, wouldn't it, if the stakes were raised . . . Rosalind moans again, her blue eyes sharp as she trains them on his face. And when she's certain he's glancing down at her, hazy-eyed and hungry, she braces her legs wider. Knees slipping over the carpet, her back arching as she slips her free hand down from his leg to settle between her own. Slipping beneath her panties, sliding against herself in a gesture that's absolutely meant to be as much a tease for him as it is for her.

Let him watch that.]

[razzledazzles]

It's not a word she'd use lightly at all, nor is it one I'm intending to. I'm just saying what I see.

[He pauses, tilting his head a little bit where he leans.] But there are many types of love. Or did you already have one in mind?

[ayes]

Oh jeez... [Maybe she shouldn't have signed up for this!

She happily hands the dagger over, though. Holding a weapon makes her feel uneasy.] Yeah, let's hope that's enough.

Um, I should probably... do some exercises or something? To get the blood pumping.

[meinwaifu]

--it does not!!

[It totally does.]

[Also THROWING A PILLOW... this is his actual level of maturity on display right now.]

[...]

[Of course, it does carry just a bit more of a punch when he's the one throwing it, so try not to fall over there Jae-ha.]

[razzledazzles]

You already know I'm flexible.

[He says it with this lewd expression on his face, showing how much he loves it. Really... This is so out in the open. So exposed... He's being violated. He's getting lost in his own thoughts as much as he is in Mephisto's touch. He moans, without holding back, gripping tighter around Mephisto's shoulders.]

But I'm surprised you've let me face you, this time. Did you want to see my beautiful expressions?

[razzledazzles]

...Sometimes, honesty can hurt others.

[That's all he can manage to say, turning slightly as he rests a hand over his chest. He's going to die from this stress.] But nevermind that. Let's have a drink, okay?

[Maybe then... she'll fall asleep and he can be free.]

[lifespanned]

[ Ass???????? She looks a little confused, but just giggles a little as he explains, finding his reaction more funny than anything else. ]

I'd say you're a little too young to be drinking so much, but I've heard all the laws and stuff are different here. So Misa won't tell! [ When in Rome, right? Her voice comes out as a bright chirp, taking a moment to take in just how intoxicated he was. She's been around her fair share of drunk people. ] At least you knew when to stop.

You're not feeling sick or anything, are you?

[terrantrash]

No...I haven't any in mind.

_{[Namely because even daring to hope or entertain the thought of love would hurt more than its worth.]}

[bruxisms]

Aye, but some fools seem to have a type of unexplainable luck. Usually, is not always.

[ a sad fact. ]

An well-deserved meal, at that. [ although... ] Were he awake, I worry that my elder brother would think a thing would be a worthy challenge.

[ is he saying his elder brother is an idiot? not outright, but the implication is there. ]

[frombetrayal]

["There is a supply closet further in the temple. We should have a box there..."

"Should" isn't a definite, and Haru's lips purse slightly at that, but at least the shaman is willing to check for them. She keeps her eyes resolutely on the path ahead of them, because looking to either side puts some of the touchy-feely people in her field of vision and that makes her feel a little bit embarrassed.]

Well... thank you for your help.

["It's no trouble. Why don't you two tell me about yourselves, while we walk?"

ew, smalltalk]

[sparsity]

It's not that. [ As willing as he is to meander along with the conversation at hand, he's quick to correct that, no matter how much his own home had proven itself to not be his, right up until the end. ] My arm didn't work.

[ Both of them haul him up to next branch, and a knee bends beneath him for stability — ]

My leg too. And I couldn't see out of one eye.

[ He doesn't draw the comparison himself, he doesn't need to when he looks up, the gleaming growing brighter. ]

It was impossible for me to run on my own.

[razzledazzles]

He's terribly stubborn, isn't he?

[Jae-Ha agrees, of course, and he smiles fondly as he watches Yona think. She really cares for him. Even now, it's obvious. Even if it hasn't developed past this early stage just yet... He can see the bud of love there.

How romantic.]

In that case, why don't I show you a beautiful kick you can deliver to him?