❪ 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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[adelphoi]

[ she's still a grump!! sometimes. she's just in a good mood okay don't look at her.. ]

O-of course.

[ i mean it only makes sense if she's going to be teaching here. or well, sort of teaching. anyway!! she breaks into a sunny smile and when the music swells appropriately she starts to move, lively and light, typical fantasy style, you know the type. ]

[middy]

[ He's almost offended at that, dropping his arms briefly before realizing uh... that's less reassuring, bringing his hands in a way so that they're at least ready in some way. Not what he wants, because surely the concern on Prompto's end up there will shorten his life on that branch. ]

Unless you can hang on while I find help, I have to be sure! ...An 8.

[ Okay his voice was a little annoyed in tone before settling on an okay number. He's not educated, but he has good idea of trajectories from being a mecha pilot. How far things go, how they should land. He turns a little, sets his feet into the dirt, and bends his arms properly to catch him. He does train, even if he's not at the level of his comrades. At worst, he'll be sore later. ]

You'll need to do some work-- just don't land straight down, bring up your legs.

[ Hopefully good eye contact from below will assure him. He's been squished by a friend before for the hell of it. Not the worst thing, but far from preferable. ]

[adelphoi]

Professional?

[ okay good mood compromised, instead there are only nerves, especially when he's sticking his hand out. ]

I.. I wouldn't go quite that far..

[ professionally trained, maybe, but not a professional herself, and she was so young then, gods - but. you know what, whatever, she won't be cowed by partnered dancing on a sunny afternoon, a day like this, surrounded by laughter and fine music. so eventually she sighs, and nods, and snags his hand to tug him to a more open space. ]

Oh, what the hells, I may as well.

[adelphoi]

[ what kind of water seraph can't swim!! ]

I can, though it's a bit of a recent acquisition. Quite handy though.

[middy]

[ Hush has been busy trying to be support for the turbulent times of Tekkadan due to events in Olympia. If it were a problem, he'd feel bad for not being there for Slaine if more of his presence was needed. Thankfully it isn't and that might be the best because he's calming in natural way. Tekkafam was the priority last month and an ongoing thing until they properly settle; it's been a while since he felt like he could relax. ]

No. It's not good on the body for training or piloting, no how much you can tolerate.

[ He says it so plainly. It might be apparent that he's underage too, though with how tall he is, his age might be a mystery to Slaine. He takes the thick mug into his hands and then a sip, brief to just figure out the taste without being overwhelmed. There's just a small noise in his throat from that particular slight burn of alcohol, but he seems fine, really. ]

Mm. Cider isn't bad, but I don't get the appeal of the alcohol in there... Thank you though for the drink, Slaine.

[ One more little sip. Surely his fellow blond won't judge. ]

[punshots]

[ Scattered into pieces or not, the slide of her fingers into his hair is enough for him to turn towards her at a snail's pace, his arm draping lazily across her waist. Is it...really sundown? How long had they been...you know, spending quality time with each other?

Not that he's complaining. Not at all. What a way to whittle away an afternoon, and he hums thoughtfully against her skin, his other hand lifting to idly draw along her collarbone. ]

Mmmm...maybe a seven. An eight. A nine, ten, eleven...million...

[ So, it was very good. ]

...I think you broke me.

[adelphoi]

[ """quality time"""

that's enough to earn a laugh, it bubbles up and out of her soft and warm. she's so fond of him, loves him so very much, and in this sweet afterglow it's so easy to think of nothing else but that, to care only about how he feels against her, the drag of his fingers and the heat of his skin, the smell of him all around her. it's hard to believe there was a time before she cared for any of this, when she wouldn't have bothered to give it a second thought. ]

Oops.

[ she says, not sorry at all, wriggling onto her side to tangle their legs together and drape herself against him, her arms heavy over his shoulders, her nose rubbing against his. ]

You'll recover.

[politrick]

[He shrugs; sure, "yet" works. Maybe one day he will both learn what a kelpie is and meet one. Why not!]

They're fairies, more or less— [just very mean?? Instead of talking about how he exploded a couple of them, he looks down at the cut again and pokes at it a little.] I think it's alright.

[politrick]

Oh, really? Lunch without imminent danger? I'm intrigued.

[Yeah, food definitely is the best way to show appreciation? The signs are alright and all, but food...]

[verflair]

[ You poor, poor boy. It was nice knowing you. ]

I'm not sure that's a skill I ever thought I would particularly need, but yes. I suppose you'd like a hand down now, eh?

[verflair]

[ As much as he doesn't want to let her go, he realizes she must still be exhausted. He can't keep clinging to her forever, and it's with some reluctance that he allows her to sit back, as he perches on the edge of the mattress. ]

Uneventful, thankfully. I admit I was surprised to see gryphons as a mode of transport.

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ Angel peers over the waters edge, watching Anders's distorted figure underneath the ripples. She hasn't seen much magic use in general, let alone from one of her fellow refugees so she's both surprised an fascinated by the display of power.

When he resurfaces she has questions, holding out out her hands to help gather the shards from him. ]

Wow, is that something you learned here? Or a remnant from your world?

[earthy]

[Maybe the sore neck will give her cause to rethink her altruistic 'work super hard to help keep people from dying and end up so exhausted you doze off on a bench' lifestyle. (Or maybe he should have thought to run off and grab a pillow real quick...)

Terra doesn't notice Claire stirring at first, either. He stares off at the locals talking, trying to figure out what would be the least rude way to ask them to quiet down some. Can't they see someone's trying to sleep in this completely public place?

... Oh, hey, she's waking up.]

You know, they do have beds here in Wyver. [He speaks up softly, more concerned than really poking fun.] I saw a comfortable-looking hammock at one point, too.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[To be fair, the plan was just to rest her eyes and gather her strength before trying to find a quieter place. Go figure, the noise wasn't much of an issue. Claire's in the middle of rubbing her eyes when she hears Terra's voice.

Is that sass? Even if it's not intended, she's amused.]

Hello, Terra. You don't say?

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[getoutofmytemple]

[Abelas had been sure to give her quite a look when she started tending to him for whatever. He knew full well she was no medic, but there were very few people he let near him, so he suspected someone put her up to the task.

That's what he got for freezing the door shut he guessed.

When she tried to get him to look away, he stared her dead in the eye with the flattest look he could muster. There were not words in human language for just how too old he was for that gag. After rolling his eyes though he indulged her foolishness and looked away. Of course then she jabbed the thing in his arm and he let out a string of cusses, and quickly pressed his hand to the injection site once the needle was gone.

Shockingly he managed to look even less pleased than usual.]

Do your kind have no other way to administer medicine aside from stabbing someone?

[punshots]

[ was it not quality time?????

He hums again as she comes closer, arm moving around her back until he can pull his fingers slowly and carefully through her hair. She's not the only one marveling at how surreal this all is - how comfortable they've become with one another. It happened thoughtlessly, yet his thoughts catch on how it could have been so. He'd always loved so easily, always been such a hopeless romantic. But as in all things, he never expected someone would return his feelings like this.

But as she's so thoroughly demonstrated today, Alisaie has a particular way about turning his expectations on their heads. ]

Don't think so. We're just gonna have to stay here like this forever...

[ OH, WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO... ]

[abyssalflame]

Bit late to be saying that...

[It's more of a growl than anything. Sid stands as well, but then marches up to her without hesitation, jabbing a finger in her face. He takes a breath through his nose, trying to contain his temper.]

If you could stop being an overextended arsehole for two seconds, I'm offering you an open hand. The point is, it's blatantly obvious you don't hate me, so either take it or leave it and stop fluffing your damn feathers. Who are you trying to impress?

[adelphoi]

[ I GUESS ]

Correction, you will have to stay like this forever. I am perfectly resilient.

[ not that she's. making any move to prove it, close to him as she is, her fingers twirling in his hair. but she COULD IF SHE WANTED TO... or something. except she hums and meets his eyes, her own heavily lidded, gazing at him with an impossible adoration. ]

My poor, broken boy.

[ she murmurs between kisses pressed to his eyelids, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose. ]

[abyssalflame]

[The only reason Sid's weapon sits planted in the ground a distance away is because of its sheer size and unwieldiness on a good day, much less when he has no armor to shield him from chafing himself silly on the strapping. He's no rogue, either, but a knife will work well enough if he needs it... won't it?]

...Right.

[He pauses, then clenches his jaw and makes a shallow but lengthy nick on the top side of his forearm, flexing his fingers a few times to make sure the blood flows freely enough for any nearby predators to pick up on it. The only reaction he makes to the pain is a short grunt, but better him than anyone else, he supposes.]

It would be preferable if you made ready while I act as living bait. At least one of us need not be a sitting duck.

[abyssalflame]

It's not, but try telling that to the owner.

[That shite-for-brains doesn't seem to care about their safety, at any rate, so maybe he can at least lure the dragons back and then quickly slip everything back on...?

...As if he'll have time for such a thing when predatory creatures are trying to get a taste of him. Sid grimaces.]

Are you going to just stand there, then? I'm not responsible for anything that happens to you if you don't plan to help.

[abyssalflame]

[Sid grunts, fist closed around the leaves atop its head. His horns feel like they're practically vibrating with the shrill noise.]

Well, I need to cut it with something!

[He makes another glance at the tiny plant, and realizes she's... probably right, though. Even muffling the sound with his other hand doesn't help much, though.]

If you've got a better idea, then, now's a great time!

[lahaine]

[ A slight scowl at his words, only to be met with his finger directly in her face, causing her to gaze cross eyed at his hand. A few shocked blinks, as she snapped her eyes up to speak. ]

Ha...hahahaha! [ The laughter cut through the silence, obviously her natural reaction to the awkward kindness extended to her.

Grasping the hand left in front of her face, she would begin to squeeze it. All while she kept eye contact with what's his name (no really, they never were formally introduced).] Impress? Certainly not you. Tch, I don't give a damn what you do, even if you are so insistent on my company. Disgusting.

[earthy]

Hello, Claire. [He steps away from the wall and unhooks his thumbs from his pockets. The gentle sassing continues.] Yep, it's true. There are a whole lot of different kinds of beds to choose from. You shouldn't just settle for one made of stone.

[Okay, that's enough of that.]

Pretty wiped out, huh?

[cutefaced]

...wait, so should I call you Okumura or Rin?!

[ASKING THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.

...and getting left in the dust, wow! Yona's eyes go wide and then she darts after him. She's quick enough on her feet, but honestly, probably not quicker than he is. Still...]

Don't go thinking you'll beat me, I'm a strong opponent!

[wondie]

Why would anyone consider emotions a weakness?

( it baffles her, though surely Exile wouldn't say it if it were not so. Diana has been told love can be a weakness, yet every emotion? it's truly confounding.)

Do you think the same now? That emotion makes you weaker? That affection should be withheld?