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THE END TO THE EPIDEMIC

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

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

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

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

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

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

SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO?

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

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

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

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

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

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

You will wake before you get a chance to reply.

THE UNDERLYING PROBLEM IN THE UNDERGROWTH

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

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

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

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

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

ALRIA'S FULL MOON

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE VOLKKRAN PACT AT NAMARAK SUMMIT

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

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

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

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

BUILD-A-BLADE WORKSHOP

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

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

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

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

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

FINAL OOC NOTE

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I know when I'm beat. It's not like some ordinary guy like me can go up against a battle-hardened mercenary, you know.

[ Light and teasing, and he grins up at her even as he takes her hand and lets her pull him out of the snowbank. Never mind that he's definitely not just some ordinary citizen with no idea how to fight; poking his nose into others' business comes much more naturally to Cain that does sharing info about himself.

He takes a moment once he's safely back on the path to brush snow from his clothes, trying to keep it from melting and getting him any more damp. As fun as the impromptu snowball fight has been, getting knocked into a snowbank included, it's still cold, and Cain shivers as some of the snow that got into his shirt melts down his back. ]

But if you insist, I'll give it another shot on the way back down.

[yona: don't let me be selfish and rude with you anymore
also yona, an hour later: /literally bullies slaine into a sleepover]

It'll be fine, you'll see!

[And she'll just traipse on over to lock the door, as... promised. Threatened? One or the other. Once that's done, she'll head back to the bed - though, true to her word, she stays on the side opposite Slaine and is very, very careful not to get too close.]

Mm. The bed is much comfier than the floor is.

[She can speak from experience now! Kind of.]

[ Is it on? Really? Cain grins at his victim, completely uncowed by the murder in her eyes. As she advances on him, he holds up his hands in a who, me? sort of innocent gesture. That there's a bit of snow caught on his sleeve, melting and dampening the fabric, doesn't really sell it, though. ]

It's snow. This is what you do with it, right?

[ Or so he's been told by members of his crew. He hasn't actually experienced it before, coming from temperate climes, but it seems like a pity not to enjoy it while he has the chance.

His innocent act falls to pieces as he dances back a step and scoops up snow, shaping it into another snowball in preparation for whatever form Alisaie's counterattack may take. ]

[She's just thrilled to be feeling better that she doesn't think much of the over-friendliness of the locals and how she feels awash in the moonlight. In fact, she thinks part of this euphoria is from being better after being sick for so long. And the touch of Lance's hand in hers is incredibly welcome.

After being bedridden for so long, and on occasion restrained, she is hungry for a touch that's friendly. Something reassuring and familiar.

Lance may be annoying, but there are times when she does enjoy his company.]

In this heat? [It's warm, isn't it? Quite warm. There's a heaviness about this night, at least.] Something cold...refreshing. [She pauses from walking to look around as well, hand still holding his, maybe even twining her fingers between his without much thought to the gesture.] I wonder if this place has milkshakes.

[She still does not know the Horror of the milkshake.]

I-It is...sleeping on a floor isn't ideal.

_{[Why is this happening?

While Yona had moved to lock the door, Slaine had stripped down to a t-shirt, making sure to leave his pants on despite the heat. Thankfully the climate let the temperature drop in the evenings so it was bearable. He can't possibly think of sleeping in boxers next to her without shooting himself.

Having scooted over on the bed to the point his back is practically against the wall, he watches quietly as she moves back to join him, breath tight in his chest. This was happening...it really, really was happening. Even now in the moonlight he can make out all of her features. They're pretty, always have been, but there's something about seeing her right now that makes it all the more difficult to look at her.]}

The best they can be, of course! The school I run is among the top in the country... fufu, or maybe even the world. There certainly aren't many out there who can boast such a perfect environment for learning, teaching for more subjects than any typical high school--

[...]

Ah... or it was, I suppose.

[...you know, maybe there's a reason he doesn't talk about home very much. It's not as though the topic came up with anyone else either. And despite his demon nature and not-so-pure intentions, he honestly does love his school and his students. It was the perfect environment for watching humans, seeing their potential grow, nurturing that thirst for knowledge that all humans possess on some level...]

[And, ya know, the fact that he was a rather beloved figure among his normal students was a good plus.]

Edited 2017-11-06 19:04 (UTC)

[The ceremony is mercifully quick, Ardyn taking absolutely zero of it to heart, though he stands quiet through the whole thing. Only occasionally does he glance over at Rosalind, to see her reaction when mentions of swearing loyalty and support are uttered, wondering what she might think of any of that. If she's like him, then she'll give it very little thought at all.

But then they're apparently supposed to kiss. Ardyn raises a brow (though he isn't surprised, if this is supposed to be a marriage of sorts), and it is this expression that he meets her with when they face each other. How romantic.]

Why that face? Smile, my dear.

[Don't look so displeased that you're going to have to kiss him! If he were a more prideful man, he'd be hurt, but as it stands... Ardyn won't even give her time to respond. He leans forward and grants her a kiss on the lips. It isn't hesitant at all, though it certainly lacks anything at all shaped like affection.]

[He could just unlock the door and walk out once she falls asleep. That is an option.

...it's just not an option he can take at this moment, because Yona is still awake. She is sleepy, though, so it's only a matter of time. For now, she smiles as she settles her head against the pillow.

She's not having nearly as much trouble looking at him, or even getting comfortable.]

Sleep well, Slaine. Thank you for staying over.

...you really miss it, huh...

[Is that what the outburst from before was about, she wonders...? What's the point... losing something like that school must have been really difficult. He'd talked about teaching before, but until now, she hadn't realized exactly how much he had lost.]

Why not make another school here?

[She still doesn't really want to share her teacher, but.]

There are a lot of people from this w... country, and a lot of people like me from other countries. You'd get to have students with all kinds of potential, and it'd be the best school in all the worlds. ...world.

You misunderstand me. [The smile fades away, leaving behind the usual impassive mien, and with it, his hand leaves Jae-Ha's face.] It is beautiful. Everything in this world is beautiful. [But his definition of 'beautiful' may differ considerably from Jae-Ha's.]

Knowing the process behind the phenomenon does not make it any less beautiful. [His eyes are drawn from the taller man to a couple a short distance away who are preoccupied with plundering each others' mouths. He feels nothing when he stares at them, but it is curious. He is aware of the process of sex and reproduction, but the concept of intimacy is one of which he only has tangential knowledge.]

The act of kissing reinforces emotional bonds between people--bonds that facilitate survival. However, I have witnessed this activity multiple times during this event between assumed strangers. [He looks back to Jae-Ha, eyebrows knitted slightly.] Why do they do this?

You're welcome. You too...

_{[It's kind of amazing really, how quick Yona manages to fall asleep. He himself is still staring miserably at the ceiling until he realizes, with a sense of muted horror, that Yona's decided to koala cling to him in her sleep. He doesn't dare shake her off, but it does make things difficult as he lays stiff as a board on the bed with low-key panic.

So much for keeping space between them, huh?]}

[To be completely fair, keeping a safe distance between them was her intention while she was conscious.

Yona probably should have remembered that she has a tendency to gravitate toward the warmth of other people in her sleep, though, because in this particular case, that means Slaine. It's more comfortable for her to sleep next to someone.

She's probably getting all the extra rest that he's not getting because now he's lying awake with nerves.

Her breathing is gentle and even; unfortunately for him, with her face right by his, the little puffs of breath as she snoozes will tickle his ear.

Have fun with that!]

...I think it's safe to say we can drop the act now, don't you think?

[It's almost cute that she's still kinda trying to come off as a native with those little attempts at censoring herself. But he knows what he said in the forest. Whether she's just trying to pretend she didn't hear it or not... well, he's not really in the mood for it.]

[Nor is he in the mood to consider remaking his beloved academy from scratch just yet. There's certainly potential for it, but without a place to call his own in this world, he's not even sure whether academia will be the most ideal place for him to gain influence here.]

I suppose I don't exactly broadcast it-- but I'm aware that you are not from this world. Much like myself.

[It may not seem wise to reveal something like this when it, too, has been a part of his act -- but even now, there's traces of manipulation behind it. If he makes it seem as though he's putting all his cards on the table now, she'll have no reason to suspect that he could be hiding something greater from her.]

Shhh!

[That's probably not what he's expecting from her.

He probably also doesn't expect her to reach across the table and try to put her hand over his mouth, either, but alcohol makes her stupid.]

Don't say that! We don't know if everyone here is the same way, we're not supposed to let them know!

[She's less subtle than he is at this point, though.]

[ lance tips his head to the side, scrunching his lips up in thought. well, he reasons in his mind. there's the traditional sense, blah blah religion and all...

ehhh. ]

It's just a promise to love and protect the child as if it were your own.

Oh, so that's what it is...

[Okay, then. She can do that! Probably. Never mind the fact that she's about the furthest thing from a responsible adult as it's possible to get at her canonpoint, but hopefully she'll have some time to learn before the thing hatches.

She beams and rubs at the top of the egg again - almost as if she's ruffling a child's hair.]

Don't worry about a thing, little guy. Godmother Yona's going to take good care of you!

[ he looks to her, eyes widening just a fraction. there is an easy-going calm that practically radiates off of her, the kind he's used to sensing from princess allura of altea, poised and level-headed, but past that there is this excitable energy too. like the kind she'd had upon first hearing of the space mall.

his lips quirk in something fond, but also something sad. she still wants milkshakes. that means... ]

It'd be a pretty poor celebration if it didn't, [ he says sagely. he glances around, before finally tipping his head towards a nearby shop. it's bustling with people and energy, but wafting from the open door is the unmistakable scent of cream. ] That place looks like our best bet.

[ he gives her hand a squeeze, and starts steering them towards it. ]

[Pfffft. The attempt to cover his mouth just makes him snicker-- but he'll grab her wrist before she can get close.]

Do you really think anyone will believe anything we say after seeing the way we gulped down those drinks?

[They're also surrounded by flirty drunks?? No one's really listening at this point -- Mephisto wouldn't be so careless if he weren't sure of it.]

Honestly, the most unbelievable thing here is that beautiful young girl like yourself is sharing drinks with an old man like me in the first place.

Maybe they'll think you're my grandfather.

[Yona tugs back at her wrist a little as she speaks.

Also, yeesh. For one thing: why would a grandpa take his granddaughter out drinking? For another: couldn't she at least give him the benefit of the doubt and say "father"?

Sorry, Mephisto.]

[ Duo's glad to see people in better moods in general - sure, he's a snarky kid with an attitude issues but no one likes it when everyone and everything is tense for almost a month straight. The young man's got a leather jacket slung over his shoulder, waiting for somewhere to chuck it when he finds a place to settle for the moment, but for now... well, he's just shuffling through the crowd, taking any given food with a jovial word of thanks and maybe even a cheers.

It would take more than a tankard or two to get to him, even as slight of frame as Duo is. That damn gundam pilot's training was a real damn buzz kill from time to time. He spots out an empty spot at the bar with a happy sigh, tossing his jacket down as some extra cushion before taking a seat, sort of swiveling to see who was around him immediately before he pulls his braid over his shoulder. It's a subconscious thing - giving people less handles to grab, etc etc.

War time tricks that he doesn't forget even as dark haired girls as scooting food down to him to try, blue eyes swiveling to look at her, the food, and then back. ]

You givin' it to me because you don't like it, or.. ?

--grandfather?

How old do you think I am? I'm only in my 40s!

My father's younger than that.

[...probably.]

So, grandfather.

_{[This is entirely new, uncharted territory. Nothing about this is comfortable to him, not because she's heavy or really causing him any trouble, but because he can't seem to calm down. She's warm, incredibly so, but it's a different sort of warmth from the temperature around them. His heart is beating a mile a minute and the more he lays there and feels her hot breath on his ear, the more he wants to squirm out of her grasp.

Or, at the very least, get a drink of water. His throat and mouth is dry. Maybe, just maybe, he could slip out of her grip? Cue his best efforts to gently wiggle away without waking her.]}

[She's pretty deeply asleep, so he manages to get out of her grasp without any major problems!

...and now she's koala-clinging to the pillow he left behind.

Enjoy your glass of water, Slaine.]

That's not how it works!

[HUFFS]

[He's not drunk enough for these accusations. He spies a waiter helping another table nearby... and raising up his hand, he snaps his fingers-- and suddenly the poor young man is relocated to the side of their table, looking a bit confused.]

Ah yes, I think I could go for another one of these... would you like anything, Miss Yona? Something to eat perhaps? A glass of water?

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