❪ 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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Wrathion | Warcraft

[deathstiny]

FREE (AT LAST)

[He could not be happier to be free from the plague. From the moment he is given his cure, Wrathion is infinitely more chipper than he's been since arrival.]

Oh Titans, it's good to be walking again. I thought for certain I was going to descend into true madness if I had to sit still another day.

[In spite of his mood, the claim is actually a bit personally frightening. The Blackflight was infamous for their insanity, after all.]

Tell me of your adventures here so far. I wish to know everything.


DRAGON-HERDING

[Wyver was proving to be a bit of a culture shock for Wrathion. The jungle, while not necessarily familiar, was definitely preferable to the previous climate now that he was up and walking about. The trouble was not the heat, but the culture surrounding the draconic natives.

It became clear almost immediately that they weren't quite like dragons of Azeroth, but that didn't make differentiating them any easier. Some part of hunting down dragons to herd them into pens doesn't sit well with him -- while he hadn't been alive during the conflicts of old between the flights, he knew very clearly the history his own flight had with the Red Dragonflight.

Captivity did not suit dragons, even if they were 'feral' by all appearances.

Wrathion is in the middle of it all regardless, though he has gone against the advice of stripping down. Surely his kin would recognize him as a superior, if not at least an equal. His daggers remain at his hips, sheathed and ignored -- until he hears a noise in the growth behind him, and flips one into his hand.

--but its not another dragon, its just you, so he sighs out of his nose and straightens himself.]

You're not much of a hunter, are you?


GATHERING

[And of course, Wrathion is at it again, hunting stones of power for his personal collection, as well as the blademaster's. If you catch him earlier in the day you might find him (1) climbing some trees without much difficulty at all in order to retrieve the high prisms. He is equipped with a rustic satchel, the same that he used to collect gems from the lagoons just a few weeks prior.

The trees are old, and Wrathion's armor is sharp, so he is very careful in his endeavor to keep from snapping a branch and finding an untimely death. If he had his wings, this would have been much easier.

Still, that is nothing compared to (2) taking an adventure in the mystical lagoons. He'd managed to fool a few people into thinking he couldn't swim before, but this time he's thrown some of his caution to the wind and taken a dive for more crystals.

Whenever you happen to find him, he seems to be in better spirits than previous -- there was just something about being able to hold enchanted materials seemingly born of the leylines mingling with nature.]

I do hope your luck has been as fortuitous as my own.

[Because he's not sharing.]


WILDCARD

[HIT ME WITH ANYTHING. I am highly interested in doing something with the VOLKKRAN PACT but would prefer to discuss it OOCly first. PM this journal or ping me at stabs!]

[cutefaced]

[Oh. Okay, good.

Yona lets out a small sigh of relief that she's not fully aware of - so she doesn't have to compete for her teacher's attention after all (except, perhaps, against Jae-Ha).]

That sounds kind of boring.

[...apparently, she gets even more tactless with alcohol.]

Do you have more fun actually teaching?

...actually no nevermind, it's funny so i'm just gonna make this a real tag now

[cutefaced]

[fumbles the staff and drops it on his head]

[punshots]

Your aether...mine?

[ Of course, that only makes sense, but there's still so little he knows about aether aside from what she's told him about it, and the odd times she's used it in his presence. It's still something so new and foreign to him, and yet...the presence of her aether in him is like something has been added to his heart. Something strong and immovable, fierce and passionate and loyal, something so entirely her that he knows it immediately for what it is, too.

He nods eagerly then, grin widening. Holy crap. It worked. It really worked. ]

Me, too! This is - [ disbelieving gust of laughter ] - crazy! I mean - good crazy. Really good crazy.

[ He turns his hands over - no, no fire springing up in his palm yet, but he hardly knows how to use whatever he's just inherited from her. He's going to need time to learn it from her, but that's not a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all.

He glances up to meet her eyes again, all smiles and jubilant laughter as he sweeps her up into his arms and swings her around with him. ]

We did it! We actually did it!

1/2

[lacuscular]

[ SHE'S JUST NERVOUS! It's nothing weird, she promises.......

She's certainly not over that part-- she is definitely petty about it, but she doesn't think it's worth mentioning now since they're both safe. And alive, which is all she can really ask for. As Crowley sits across from her, she folds her hands awkwardly on her lap. ]

[lacuscular]

Gray!! It's Gray! How many times does Juvia have to say that for you to remember!!

[ until he starts picking on her!!!!!!!!! Juvia openly flails, vehemently correcting him. ]

[cutefaced]

[When the needle pushes into her skin, Yona flinches and lets out a small squeak. She forces one eye open so that she can keep watching, and then breathes out a huge sigh of relief once it's finished.]

...oh. That was really easy, once you took over.

b!!!!

[lacuscular]

[ Whether it's a good or bad thing, Juvia is used to seeing men shirtless. A man shirtless. So the sight of Lance stripping isn't something she so quickly fawns over, but she definitely is slightly taken aback by how quick he is to do it. Consciously. She's still very happy to see Lance, despite his state of dress, to be able to do simple things like this without the fiasco that ended so swiftly earlier this week. ]

Of course. [ But she's still trying not to look....... she needs to respect his privacy even if he's getting ready to take a nice dip in the water. For work, she reminds herself. She, too, needs the money to make a living here, so she can't get all fussed about it.

She wraps the sling around herself, positioning the egg to where it's snug against her. Its warmth feels perfect, and the inner mother in her adores everything about holding (supporting?) his baby. Well, egg. ] Do you need one of Juvia's bubbles?

Dragon Herding

[winddaughter]

[She hates this place. Everything about it. It's that odd part of her that proves she's still a teenager. Her I hate the heat and it's too buggy. She wants to get back to Olympia. Needs to, even. Who'd have thought?

But sitting around is a poor plan. She should probably do something useful here, even if she has no intention of staying.

(She should have went tree climbing instead.)

She has the knife that the stupid owner gave her and it looks like, from how she's sweating and the frustration in her eyes, that she's been at this for awhile and gotten nowhere.

Still, it's probably a good thing she recognizes him after a moment. Otherwise she might have just sliced him.]

Shut up. I'm trying. I ought to cut the owner and use his blood as a lure--see how he likes it.

[terrantrash]

How would it be fair to blame you for something you had no control over? It wasn't your fault you were ill.

_{[Sorry Yona, he's not getting it. You could kick him in the stomach right now and he wouldn't be mad at you.]}

[worldlyafflictions]

[fdfhsdfs]--ow! Yona-chan! We're about ta be in a life or death situation here!

Jeez, ok, give me the knife first and then I'll pass up K'rik...

[Just.. just gonna climb up closer so she doesn't have to throw the knife at him. He doesn't trust her anymore.]

[cutefaced]

It wasn't your fault that I was either, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you!

[so there]

Heat.

[milesedgelord]

Are you sure, you can afford a drink after all the madness of the past month, Wright?

[Miles already had a drink in his hands, he couldn't help the wry smirk that came across his face. He certainly looked much more relaxed than usual, with his coat hanging from the back of his chair. He was in an oddly good mood as well.]

Lucky for you it seems as if drinks are on the house.

But I suppose luck has always been on your side, hasn't it old friend?

[Was that a soft smile? Obviously either the drink had gotten to him or hell had frozen over.]

[cutefaced]

I didn't drop it on purpose.

[Geeze. No trust at all. ...though really, trusting her in the first place was a mistake. She leans down to pass him the pocketknife, and luckily, does not drop it directly onto his face.]

Here, take it!

[terrantrash]

Lady Yona...

_{[A hand reaches up to cup the one against his cheek, in a bid to quell her sudden outburst.]}

What's happened has happened. I accept your apology...but you're well now. That's all I care about right now.

[cutefaced]

[She brings her other hand to rest over his, her shoulders slumping the slightest bit. ...if he accepts her apology, that's a start, at least.]

Mm. I'm well now, and I'm not going to treat you that poorly ever again.

[Yona looks up into his eyes.]

I promise, Slaine.

[meinwaifu]

[He has decided he doesn't care anymore about why Shima has it and accepts the flimsy lie without question--]

Yes-- yes, of course! Ah, wait, but make a copy first in case the file gets corrupted while sending! You can't be too careful with technology these days!

[...]

[H-He looks so happy.]

[terrantrash]

I feel like I'm dreaming.

_{[It's only when he lets said words slip that he realizes his folly.]}

Sorry, that was strange of me to say.

[worldlyafflictions]

[Thank god. Though he seems to have started muttering a prayer already. He takes it and passes up the staff, still kind of murmuring to himself under his breath and even has his hands locked together in prayer once he's only holding the knife...]

[cutefaced]

Dreaming?

[Yona blinks rapidly, wondering for a moment or two if she's hearing him right. It is sort of an odd thing to say, but... now that he's said so, she doesn't need to voice her agreement.

Her voice becomes a little softer, and she tilts her head to one side.]

...what makes you say that?

[adelphoi]

[ he sweeps her up, and she shrieks with surprise, though she shouldn't be surprised at all, really. her arms glide around his shoulders and she laughs, soft and easy and deliriously, foolishly happy.

to think that they had come so close to losing all of this. that a week ago she would never have been able to make his journey. ]

Of course we did.

[ she says, succinctly, pressing a kiss to his brow. ]

As if there was ever any doubt.

[meinwaifu]

Oh, they're both fun in their own ways! Perhaps you might find it boring, but I happen to enjoy the more administrative side of academia. Someone has to ensure that all the teachers are properly trained, and that every student is receiving the same education and opportunities as the next.

[Meanwhile, Mephisto apparently just gets a bit more chatty. There's no notable change in his demeanor yet, but then, he had a pretty interesting way of dealing with alcohol. His mind and senses may stick around, but chances are he'd fall out of his chair if he tried to stand.]

Of course, teaching has it's own perks as well... but I've always preferred the one-on-one approach over a larger classroom.

[terrantrash]

Nevermind. It's nothing.

_{[He slides his fingers away from her hand, letting it hang awkwardly by his side.]}

Can I get you anything?

[cutefaced]

[Once she has a firm grip on his staff, she hauls herself back up onto the highest branch she can get to, then pushes through the leaves so she can start waving it through the air.

Sure enough, the metal rings clang together and make a racket - but just in case, she shouts along with it.]

Dragon! Heyyy, dragon! Come over here!

[punshots]

[ He can sense a suggestion rising out of her words, her body, and it has his blood rushing warmly into his cheeks as she grasps as his shirt. He doesn't want to rush her - gods, she'd been all but dead only yesterday, but they've been denied this so long. The closeness they'd enjoyed only once before she'd fallen ill, and the very idea of it is so tantalizing that it fogs up the processes of his brain. They shouldn't, perhaps...but you can bet he wants to.

If he stops to ask, he's pretty darn sure he knows what her answer will be, so maybe it's just better to...play it safe. So he does, as hard it is to abstain, it's too much too soon, and after all...the future ahead of them is bright. They'll have plenty of time, plenty of chances to rediscover what they had that first night they'd spent together. For now, they explore, they relearn, each new thing familiar and new all in the same turn, each experience driving him on to the next. That slow, relaxed feeling never leaves, even as what feels like miles of her skin pass beneath his hands, his lips swollen from kisses and teeth. It may not yet be everything they want to share with each other, but that will come in time.

They still wind up tangled in the sheets, mostly undressed, the sun dipped low in the sky by the time they slow. it's a toss up, what he'd rather do more now - sleep or eat, but it's not too immediate a question. His arms are wound around her middle, her back pressed into his chest, chin resting on her shoulder as he hums dreamily. ]

...How're you feeling?

[ IS SHE GOING TO BE SALTY AT HIM BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T BANG ]