❪ 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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[regives]

[ Honestly it doesn't sound like a bad plan, and objectively speaking Leanne obviously isn't in any position to pull the roots out herself so... ]

Sure? [ She shrugs her shoulders. Turning away briefly to go gather up a basket that they can place their findings inside. ] I'm having a hard time pulling them out, anyway, so that actually works out pretty perfectly.

[ Oh. ]

And my name's Leanne, by the way. [ She doesn't want him calling her something like... root cutter or something. ]

[personalwar]

[ At this point 76 figures that most of his fellow refugees won't hold what happened against him. A public statement has been made with an explanation, and while he hadn't been the one to give it, it also applies to him.

He isn't expecting any fancy magic, or for Thomas to even catch the prisms. Mainly he just wants to make sure that someone down there is keeping watch, so that no one else comes along and grabs the prisms when he's not looking.

All the same, he tosses them down and Thomas does something to make them easier to catch. Not so ordinary after all, huh?

At the question, 76 shrugs from his perch and starts to climb to a higher branch. ] I've been worse. You?

[priorly]

More Bette Davis, but I have my Marilyn days. And you could, but you'd have had to have borne the disappointment on my pretty face.

[The seat Prior takes happens to be a sidelong straddle over the bench, so he can sit facing the other man rather than huddle next to him. It's far more sociable that way, and he's feeling remarkably sociable.

He leans in, and trails a fingertip pathway through the sparkles on the table.]

Now would you have wanted that?

[daemonized]

[He does idly wonder who she might change into, but at the same time it doesn’t startle him when he sees the result. Robert, then, just as he had briefly viewed him asleep in his pod. Except here he stood, before him. Looking quite like Rosalind beyond the obvious differences, and it’s even easier to know that they are indeed the same person when he has the luxury of viewing “him” like this.

He notices her startle at the voice being different, as well. He huffs out an amused noise.]

Very much so. And as long as you can control it your new power — keep it settled and blanketed across your skin — then it’ll last for as long as you see fit. No one beyond yourself will be able to know the difference.

[Except Ardyn, who will feel that familiar hum of daemonic magic being used. But he’d never spoil her fun.]

Assuming your acting skills aren't terribly lacking.

[competing]

Oh, uh. Thanks!

[ he blushes a little; despite being the one to bring it up, he feels a little embarrassed for it now, as it had really been the only thing he could think of saying. ]

But — I mean I see him do stuff with knives all the time so... [ he makes a vague gesture with his hands. ] Can't be too hard, right?

[natha]

There are no strict requirements for what exactly is required as long as there is some physical demonstration of intimacy, so feel free to do whatever works for you.

[toten_sie]

[ He nods along, giving her an almost shy sort of smile as they hold hands before he turns and looks around.

Leading is... not his forte. He'll wait for her to pick a direction for them and then he'll go as fast as he can.

A moment's consideration has him reaching down with one hand to pick up his pack and his jacket. He wouldn't want to lose those, after all. But then he nods. ]

[regives]

I-I THINK SO?

[ She's only presuming that Cain's asking that based off of what little she's able to catch, her voice equally startled as it is trying to overwhelm the sheer volume of the the root. Which of course doesn't happen; with it's struggling the root begins to wiggles its way out of Leanne's grasp. Instinctively she holds onto tighter with both hands.

She doesn't even say anything when she turns her face towards Cain. It's all evident in her face: she needs help and he kinda needs to do... something!? ]

[competing]

[ it's a solid point... it had taken them a while to get there even when they were in olympia, where it's supposedly closer. plus, who even knows if they'd be able to find their way back there...

fortunately, a thought strikes him, causing his lips to widen into a proud grin. ]

I got it.

[ he squeezes keith's hand, beginning to tug on it as his pace quickens. ] C'mon, let's hurry and put this little guy to bed!

[ onwards...! ]

[competing]

Oh.

[ honestly? lance isn't even thinking to question it at this point. why not, man. why not. ]

...Maybe we should go looking for something else.

[ if neither of them wanna do this......... ]

[regives]

[ Of course she's getting ready on her feet by the time Lance comes close. ]

O... kay, go grab your— [ clothes.

But then this bitch starts creeping out of the water and suddenly none of that matters anymore. Hell even the crystals don't matter, just herself, Lance, and the egg. ]

Is that what you were talking about!?

[regives]

You're telling me. But we hardly had any trees back where I'm from so I guess it's not that bad. [ From her perspective, of course. ] All the ones you could find were artificial, and typically the wealthy wouldn't have them made big unless it was for a special occasion.

[ And then she realizes that she's rambling, humming to herself and tucking away the desire to speak any more of a world that has long since been lost to the storm. Instead she allows her eyes to glance elsewhere, looking around the area on the off-chance that a stray branch with crystals decorating it may appear. ]

I think I see another one, though, so hopefully it won't take that long!

[juniberries]

[She's strong enough where this sudden shift in weight doesn't knock her back too much, but her position shifts to compensate for the weight of a whole person desperately leaning his full self into her. There's a reactive exhale, she sits further back onto her heels, and Dylas's head rests hard against her chest.

Her hands move to pull him close into what she can manage as a hug. It's awkward. She's always been good at giving inspiring speeches, reaching out to groups of people to inspire them to fight back and have hope (or at least, she hopes she's good at that...) but one-on-one sorts of things, like this, have often been a struggle.

Because so often she looks towards the broader picture.]

You do not have to do it again, Dylas. [She still doesn't know what he means by 'again,' only remembering bits and pieces from what the mice told her from his diary. Something about someone named Ventuswill. Something about wanting to help those and his frustration with what he perceived as his own incompetence.

She pulls him closer, protectively almost, and she rests her head atop his, looking out into the darkness to still keep an eye out for any monsters lurking in the dark. Her hand drags along the back of his head, fingers running through his hair.]

I'm with you. I will not leave you behind.

[She'll never leave anyone behind. Not again.]

I'll protect you.

[fractaljesus]

[And yet despite the warning and the obvious danger, zaShunina does not, in fact, step out of the way. Or, well, he does try to, but his reflexes are not quite honed enough to step out of the way fast enough, and the bullet hits him square in the arm as he attempts to dodge.

Or rather, while it does impact with his arm, it stops short of actually piercing flesh--as if caught by a barrier of sorts--and drops harmlessly to the snowy ground having melted into tiny ball of metal. The Mylan root, still screaming, takes advantage of the distraction and takes a dive... right over a cliff. The screaming ceases not long after.

Yaha-kui zaShunina kneels beside the fallen bullet and picks it up, allowing the ball of melted iron to sit heavy in his palm, zero concern over the loss of the screaming plant.]

[likethelight]

[ You were the one who called him a free spirit, Lux... which would probably make him color a little to hear. Is that what people think.....

But he seems to brighten that she perks up at that and gives a nod. ]

Mn. A clown. [ Wah — he has to scoot to avoid being way too close to someone than he'd like, and continues to maneuver them through what's pretty tight corners from time to time. But if they have to sandwich a bit he's the one who makes sure he gets squished.

It's funny, it's with far more (haphazard) grace than the sweaty grind around them and to be honest, they couldn't possibly stick out as not quite belonging any more if they tried.. but that's okay. And honestly why it's fun. Kind of weirdly so. ]

I used to with my father.

[ That story he'd told her in the VR before they knew of their actual lives and what had happened to them — that part was true. ]

[verflair]

[ He holds on for a heartbeat or two longer, even after Prompto finds his footing and slings an arm around the tree trunk, just to be sure he’s truly steadied himself. Once he’s convinced the poor boy won’t go plummeting to the ground, X’rhun releases his grip and tugs his blade free from the tree. ]

Have a little faith, hm? Besides, Alisaie would run me straight through if I dropped you.

[verflair]

[ X’rhun is used to dealing with the diminutive lalafells of his home world, who even as adults don’t get to be much taller than Rocket. The height difference doesn’t even cause him to pause, and instead he sweeps into a small bow. ]

X’rhun Tia. Actual, real life miqo’te, at your service.

And I’m well-aware that this is likely little more than sport for the fellows minding the stables, but we must needs pull our weight somehow. I don’t mind it.

[abyssalflame]

[Sid's breath catches. While he is far from a patient man, in this case, he forces himself to exert it for practicality's sake; his fingers curl inside her, hoping to glean a reaction, and he readjusts his hold on her, trying to find an angle he's satisfied with.]

You'd better be. Don't complain to me if it hurts, then.

[It's not a threat, but a warning. He lingers only for a little while longer before allowing her to lean on him at an angle while he makes to unfasten his trousers with less-than-cooperative hands.

Is this his attempt to teach her a lesson, he wonders? Or to prove something to her? She isn't screaming bloody murder, at least, or else he'd have dropped it long before. They're both grown-arse adults, after all, even if he's the only one who tries to act like it.

Finally, he gives up trying to make heads or tails of the situation and decides reconfiguring the position so he can actually get inside her is a preferable use of his remaining brain power. He's definitely larger than even larger Hyuran men, if only proportional to his own size; it definitely wasn't a mistake to test the waters first.]

[originallutece]

As if I have to act to be like him.

[She takes a few tentative steps forward, noting the difference in her distribution of weight. There's only a few inches of difference between Rosalind and Robert, but still she marvels as the difference, glancing over at Ardyn again and again for the sheer novelty of nearly being able to meet his eyes.]

Frankly: as if anyone here would know if I acted oddly. I could indulge in every outlandish hobby of his without a second thought if I pleased. How often do you do this, then?

[rememberher]

[ Because it seemed like it fit, so she was right to say so! Still, she doesn't quite expect it, so it's a pleasant surprise. A circus clown—was his father the same? Maybe they even had an act together! The thought of that is so charming.

Leaning in closer as they have another close call with a particularly raucous "dancer," (it's not fair that he should have to take the brunt of everyone's lack of personal space) she hums curiously. ]

I'm sure you two were able to meet so many interesting people. I'm a little jealous. I always wanted to do something like that. Travel, I mean.

[ She would have to ask him to tell her more about his travels with the circus, then. When they aren't somewhere so... loud. ]

I know that I've said it before, but it sounds wonderful, having the freedom to do something like that.

[competing]

[ they made awkward wedding jokes too, but it wound up just devolving into lance needling keith to admit that they have good sexytimes together.

...

don't ask. ]

Aww, thanks man. [ he's touched... truly he is. ;u; what a good bro, this prompto. ]

And, nah, it was just a little moment she and I had. She helped me out when I was trying to help the vendors get their wares out.

questionably lewd icon?? maaaaaybe

[lahaine]

[ She noticed the catch of his breath, which earned a slight quirk of her brow and thoughts about what she could have said to taunt him. Yet no words left her lips...for once.

Instead her eyes scanned his face, the two of them pressed closely together in this compromising position, engaging in acts that would be labeled vulgar to most. She couldn't help but think that the way his expression was knitted in determination, the pink dusting that fell over his dark scales and contrasted with his light features, his strength, that everything about him seemed--

What was wrong with her? Just what was she thinking? There was no way she was actually attracted to him. It was just some weird spell, right? Hahahaha...Christ.

Hands which had found his way to his cheeks in a brief moment of tenderness were instantly retracted, as if she had touched something hot. Instead she had lost a bit of her own composure moments before, which earned an involuntary gasp from her when maneuvered his fingers inside her. She was beginning to slip up in this competition of wills, which was entirely unlike her.

Hands found themselves poised on his shoulder armor, face slightly turned to the side to avoid looking at him. As they proceeded, she would dig her nails into the armor, trying to suppress any other weird feelings creeping up in this situation. The only reaction she could think to give; ] mmmph...I-I'll kill you.

[song_of_ice]

[He had known that she had talent with blades, but hadn't had the chance to see her when under threat. She at least had the good sense to carry them with her, especially for this. Not that expected Longclaw and her daggers to do any good against dragons.]

No. It isn't the same as standing your ground and trying to look larger. Don't make yourself appear as a threat.

[But that's as much as he can explain in his brief, brief, brief knowledge of dragons. He can only say what worked for him and in that moment, it was merely luck.]

Go!

[song_of_ice]

[He sits awkwardly on the edge of the cot, the hilt of his sword sticking up and poking him in the ribs.]

I am. [It even shows on his face.] I'm grateful for all you did for her, in looking after her.

When she became sick, our sister Arya was returned to the station and the pods. I didn't want to lose another sister.

[song_of_ice]

[She's rather light, given that she is near his size and wiry. But that doesn't stop him from letting out a groan, pretending to nearly collapse to the ground under her weight.

It's what she gets for smacking him.]

It's a bit further up the tree, I think. Can you climb that high?

[Now he's just being difficult.]

Throw down a few more. We don't know the quality he wants and I don't want to have to help you back up again, if one of them is broken along the way.