❪ introlog #3 ❫ GUERRILLA FORCES.

[natha]

You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready? Submit any AC eligible thread of participating in this log's prompts for Two (2) Wyver REP points HERE. JUMP INTO THE DEEP END     As soon as the Natha begin to observe that the new arrivals are beginning to wake, a message goes out to all refugees currently on El Nysa with an unfamiliar ping on their phone. Hi everyone. It's Sael. The people that were recovered from stasis recently are going to need your help getting to El Nysa. It's not the Teleporter this time, though. I highly recommend that you come back, or you'll miss out on some pretty important stuff. When everyone is gathered aboard Thesa Station, characters may notice that working access to the Teleporter has been blocked. Stepping inside and attempting to teleport back to El Nysa will yield absolutely nothing. Luckily, it isn't long before you're given instructions on how to proceed. Hello everyone. We're doing things a little differently this time around. Darma senses the presence of foreign forces; she says they're distant right now, but we know it won't be long before we'll need your help to protect El Nysa on the spacefront. Some of you have piloted spaceships or flightsuits before, haven't you? Please lend the others your help and expertise. You'll be flying down to El Nysa to get some practice maneuvering in zero gravity. I encourage you to come back and practice with other people; learning how to work with different personalities is important. We've prepared spaceships for you in the Hangar. For this type of spacecraft, it's important that you truly work together to achieve harmony with your co-pilot. It's the only way to ensure a smooth trip. True to his word, there are plenty of ships waiting to be boarded in the Hangar. Although more than two people can fit in a ship, there are only two main pilot seats. Anyone who's piloted any sort of ship, mecha, or even a car will be able to figure out the controls. But that's not the only thing to figure out. GET IT TOGETHER. When the ship glides out from the hangar opening, it soon becomes apparent that the stability of the ship is highly dependent on emotion sharing between the two pilots. It is imperative that both parties reach an emotional equilibrium: you must be calm, focused, almost zen in your demeanor. Any sign of distress, anger, or negative emotions will be felt by the ship. Not being able to help each other reach a calm and happy emotional state will result in wild movements, difficulty steering, or malfunctions in the electrical circuitry. JUST KIDDING. Were you and your partner able to find shared emotional compatibility and maneuver the ship? Good. Just when you've got a good smooth drift going, Sael's voice cheerfully resonates in your mind. Great! Good job! This is kinda boring now, though. Hey guys, think fast! You don't have more than two seconds after his voice fades out of your mind to notice that a wave of massive meteorites are flying directly towards your ship at breakneck speed. How well can you avoid getting hit while maintaining your cool? Thankfully, if you're not great at it, the ship comes equipped with protective barriers that prevent any structural damage from physical impacts. Think of them as training wheels; getting struck by a meteorite will still give you nasty whiplash and nausea, your ship will likely spin wildly until you can regain control, and it will probably be pretty painful. But you and the ship will be unharmed. When you've had enough of being beaten around by meteorites or having to deal with the insufferable personalities of others, the ship will naturally gravitate to land on a particular island in El Nysa. The island that you land on is outfitted with docks and one or two small shacks where a hunter or fisherman could spend their nights on a long hunting expedition, but they don't look like they've been used in a while. It's quickly obvious that this isn't the main city of Wyver, and you have two paths ahead to choose from: cross an old stone bridge to the mainland and continue on foot, or get into one of the available simple rowboats and row your way. The path on land is longer, but safer, while going by water is faster, but more treacherous. Better get going. LAND ON BARBAROUS COASTS     Though the water has been relatively calm on your journey, the rowing has proved to be tiresome for all your party member's arms. There is reprieve if you leave the open water, in a cavern where you can tie your boat to a rock and stretch your legs. If you want to go for a dip, there are naturally curved waterslides in the rock face and platforms of rock jutting out up high perfect for diving/jumping off of. The water is warm and there's dry land; this is the ideal place to rest for the night. But the giant skull that sits in the middle of the site may put a damper on the mood. WORKS OF ART. Upon closer inspection of the skull, you'll notice that the exterior is actually made up of artfully carved white rock. Those that investigate it will find two entrances: the mouth, which can be climbed into; and around the side, where the ear would be. Inside is a more spacious cave, riddled with tools that are dirty and rusty with disuse. In the center of the cave is what looks like a shallow pool, although it has long since run dry. Within the pool's dry crater sit... bones. Bones from all kinds of creatures litter the floor, and the walls are lined with intricate paintings portraying death, feast, and celebration, faded and cracked with time. The bones are real, and while there is no indication where they came from before winding up here and many of them are in pieces, several are whole enough to be identified as distinctly animal or human. If your party isn't put off enough by the decor to leave their only refuge for the evening, they may set up camp here (unless they want to sleep in their boats). There is dry wood to gather for a campfire, and it's certainly the perfect atmosphere for ghost stories. But as the night falls, the sound of water flowing outside slowly begins to become more distant. All at once, your companions are no longer themselves; their voices dull to a whisper, their language one you have never heard before. Your campfire sputters down to embers and the cavern is lit instead by a faint glow coming from the paintings on the walls. As you watch, several tall, robed figures carrying another limp, shrouded figure enter the cavern. They have tools in hand, and as two lay their motionless companion into the shallow pool of water, the others raise their blades. With a vibrant flash of blue from the paintings lit across the walls, you come back to yourself; the fire is full and crackling, the pool is dry. Nothing else will occur as the night goes on, but the experience leaves you with a sense of foreboding... and yearning. After a long night's rest, good or not, the journey ahead is not far at all. You can see the coastline, and Wyver's walls aren't far behind. However, it begs the question of why your rowboat was so heavily equipped. The back ends of your oars are carved to a sharp point, the net under your seats is too heavy duty for any normal fishing excursion, and you'd do well not to pull the strings wrapped around those canvas balls without throwing them first, unless you want a faceful of gunpowder and a noise like shotgun fire that will make your ears ring. FROM THE DEPTHS. At first, there were simply a few ripples in the water before the bow of your boat. Minutes pass where you continue to row freely, but dark, long shadows begin to appear out of the corner of your eye. Ripples turn into bumps under your feet, and if you weren't paying attention before, you certainly have to now. The head of a sea serpent breaches the water's surface, mouth wide and teeth sharp. You cannot possibly see all of the beast in the short span of time you have, but what you can see that it's possibly the length of three of your rowboats. You best not have wasted your supplies, because it wastes no time in snapping towards your head. ABOUT THE SERPENTS: The sea serpents attack by striking in high, arching swoops over the boat and back into the water. Their scales are softer and thinner than a dragon's, so they are susceptible to any weapon or magic that can pierce. Characters may use what has been made available in the boats and their own powers to take them down at medium difficulty, but if they delay for any reason, they will proceed to snap the boat in half and leave them to swim the rest of the way. The number of serpents that can be encounter are limited to 1 per boat outing! If a character brings back parts of the thing, it can be sold on the market. The prices are: 500 silver for a fully intact head 50 silver for one of the following: several teeth, scales, or blood 200 silver for all three at once (teeth, scales, blood) A QUIET PLACE     The jungles outside Wyver's city limits are sprawling and mysterious. Deep in the wilderness there is an innate eeriness, a quiet mysticism that permeates the lush foliage all around you. If you've wandered around Wyver's territories before, you might have some idea of what to expect, but if you're brand new to this world—well, best of luck. Here, inland from the water, the trees are dense enough to cast the jungle floor in darkness in some places, while others let the sunlight filter in to expose creatures great and small—among other things. In the thick of the jungle, history before that of the current Wyver can be found, if one knows where to look. NATURE VS. NATURE? Wyver's jungles are teeming with more species of plants and wildlife than even the natives can name. After that rough landing stirred up the island and nearby land, the jungle is uneasy. Even if the group fresh from the Station scatters, there's no easier way to become an obvious target for nature's curiosity than how you got here. Maybe you encounter a Cutpurse Willow, a tree known for wrapping its hanging vine-like branches around anything that brushes past underneath it. Loose items in your pockets? Glasses? A weapon over your shoulder? Much like a venus fly trap closes around its food, the viney branches of this tree coil around anything that comes in contact with its leaves. Once grabbed, the vines begin to rise back up into the canopy, and these trees are quite tall—better grab your things before you have to do some climbing! Who knows what other lost items you might find up there, though... Or maybe you'll find yourself somehow not encountering... anything. Instead, you'll start to wonder: did I pass by that tree already? Or have I seen that stream before? Somehow you've gotten turned around, and no matter what methods you take to mark your path, you always seem to wind up right back where you started. But there aren't any predators here; listen closely, and all you'll hear is the innocent trilling song of the Duldrums, creatures that have yet to be studied in detail due to their ability to lose trackers easily among the foliage. Oddly, these creatures respond to conversation and don't appear hostile... but where exactly were you going, again? Or, you run into something else entirely! The forest is the home for many creatures from many worlds; who knows what you may encounter? A HISTORY LESSON. Something these jungles are rich in is history. Throughout the area there are all kinds of relics of the past to find, from crumbled ruins to the bones of fallen dragons. It seems that both these things fell where they stood and have remained untouched since, preserved only as much as nature will allow. After a long day's trek through the jungle, this is as good a place as any to rest. What's out here? You might find yourself stopping to lean against the ribcage of a dragon, left standing as a memorial to the great beast that left it. The people of Wyver revere their dragons both living and dead, and while some of these bones seem to be moderately taken care of (plants cleared away, no animal nests resting on them, etc.), they are very purposefully not moved. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to change that. You may also come across building ruins from the people who would, generations later, settle in what is now Wyver. Rudimentary and mostly stone and old wood, these buildings were once homes and meeting places for the people. One notable ruin is mostly the floor of what was once an oblong room; look closely and you'll see runes and other symbols carved into the stones, weathered with time. If you draw them or otherwise bring this information to the natives of Wyver, they seem to not know what you're talking about—or they don't want to answer you at all. Wherever you stop to rest, there are very few predators in this area, so you should be safe to camp for a little while! WELCOME TO WYVER     After your trek, whichever way you went, you'll wind up in Wyver! Unlike when the first refugees arrived to Olympia's outpost, there isn't any fanfare this time; you're given a lukewarm welcome and left to your own devices. There are places to see and businesses to be aware of here in Wyver, but other than that, the city is yours to explore. FINAL OOC NOTE     An AC-eligible thread for 2 WYVER REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE by DECEMBER 19th 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. 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Re: 5.

[seagoing]

Met one?

[It's bars and taverns that Isabela prefers whenever she goes anywhere, but especially somewhere new. It's yet to fail her when it comes to getting to know a place, or to find out what they consider decent booze when she isn't out looking for someone else to warm her bedsheets for the night. The answer she gets is a familiar one, and after seeing who answered she can't help but turn to face the other woman with a smile of her own, crossing her legs as she takes another swallow of the strong dark colored drink in her hand. Well helloo gorgeous.]

I've come across a few around here and there where I'm from, though mostly they turned out to be ancient witches or a damned good fight. Why, is that something common here as well? The dragons I mean. [Hopefully not the ancient witches or whatever that was.]

[motivation]

Here? Yeah. Dragons wander around some parts of the city.

[ dutch considers the question for a moment, grinning a little at the way isabela is looking at her because, well. she knows that kind of look and doesn't mind it at all. ]

They're a good fight, but I haven't seen any turn into ancient witches yet.

[seagoing]

Likely for the best then. I've been lucky to see the few that I've encountered, though I never imagined I'd ever see a place where they were common.

[It's a boost to her confidence to have someone so attractive take to her attentions, however subtle. She leans in just a little, like someone preparing to speak of secrets and unmentionable things.]

How does a place so full of people handle dragons milling about? Are they mighty beings to be feared here as well?

[motivation]

I think the people here actually worship them.

[ dutch lifts her shoulders in a shrug, the gesture at odds with the way she leans in a little as well, as though sharing a secret. it's hardly a secret, though, that folks in wyver appreciate strength. dragons are as strong as they come, dutch figures. ]

[seagoing]

Worship? You mean in a religious sort of way?

[Well, that's certainly different. And here she was just used to them being rare occurrences, rumors outside of the ones she'd personally encountered. She smirks though, taking another swallow from her cup as she lowers her voice to a almost theatrical whisper, though its hardly needed amongst the general noise of the bar.]

A shame really. I was already coming up with plans to use that as a way to flirt with attractive and interesting people. I guess I'll just have to resort to the old fashioned buying them a drink.

[motivation]

Got it in one.

[ the only religion dutch knows (and doesn't exactly adhere to, though she observes some elements of the faith) involves worshipping trees, so worshipping dragons doesn't seem particularly strange to her.

at isabela's next words, dutch's lips curl up into a grin, something slow and pleased. ] Guess so. Let me know if you see any attractive and interesting people, will you? I bet they'd love a drink.

[seagoing]

So I probably shouldn't set out to fight the next one I come across here then, good to know. I'd hate to immediately be on the bad side of every guard around without doing something of memorable notoriety.

[The religions she knows of from home are all a mess tied into the political and often conflicting depending on who you spoke to. This at least sounded more straight forward, if not at least strange to consider the beasts as revered and not just a threat.

She meets her grin then with a pleased smirk and an attentive look in her eye definitely meant only for the other woman.]

I've already got one in my sights. Which only brings me to question what your preferences are. Maybe a nice whiskey? Or are you one for surprises?

[motivation]

[ dutch hadn't expected anything other than isabela offering her a drink next, but she's still pleased to be right about that. to be right about the impression that isabela is flirting with her, too. it's hardly subtle and dutch loves flirting, but she has less experience returning the favour with women than she does with men.

(really, it had only been delle seyah, and that particular woman is sleeping with dutch's worst enemy now who just happens to look exactly like dutch. or who dutch just happens to look like, really, given that dutch is the copy and aneela the original.

and she's not going to think about that anymore, thank you very much.) ]

Whiskey's one of my favourites, but if you think you can do better, surprise me.

[seagoing]

Good looking and good taste, I like that. I admittedly don't know all my choices here, but I'll see what I can do. Wouldn't want to build you up to something good only to let you down after I've caught your eye.

[She turns for a moment to face the bar, motioning for the bartender to come over. When he does she leans forward to murmur something hopefully out of earshot, grinning when he nods and walks away to get to work. She turns back then, smile still in place as she rests her chin in her hand.]

So...I can keep calling you by various compliments like good looking and gorgeous, or I can also call you by your name as well if you'd like to share it.

[motivation]

I don't mind.

[ the compliments, that is. but despite that, dutch inclines her head in acknowledgement of isabela's point. ] Mine's Dutch. And yours?

[ the bartender's is busy preparing whatever isabela asked him to prepare (dutch didn't try to eavesdrop) and dutch pays him no mind, settling more comfortably against the bar — and, incidentally, closer to isabela. ]

[seagoing]

Isabela. And don't worry, I won't start spouting flowery poetry in your honor or anything, I just like giving compliments where they're due.

[Isabela can't help but feel a little proud of herself seeing her atentions so well recieved. When the bartender comes back over with the drink she asked for she slides the payment over with a grin, taking the opportunity to be a little closer than she was before herself when she hands the drink over to Dutch.]

I asked for something with a bit of a kick to it, figured you might like something exciting. He called it a sour, mentioned a surprise. [The drink itself being a whiskey sour, and the surprise being spice mixed in with the drink.] So do tell, what fun have you found in a city this size? I mean, the kind you might not come across on a casual stroll, that you might need...a personal guide for.

[motivation]

Hoping flattery will get you anywhere in particular?

[ dutch loves flirting and isabela's an attractive woman. dutch might look at men more quickly than at women, but she's neither blind nor opposed and her night with rosalind had been fun, so really. why limit herself? ]

Promising, [ she says about the drink, lifting it in a silent toast to isabela. ] Thanks. [ she takes a sip, nodding her approval a moment later. and licking her lips, mostly for show. ] Not bad.

Depends what kind of thing you're looking for. Wyver's not really making a secret out of anything, though. Fighting's all over the place, sex, too, apparently. At least on some nights.

[seagoing]

Maybe. I'm certainly interested in seeing where it takes me. After all, I do like a good adventure.

[She raises her own glass in turn, watching Dutch drink the cocktail and silently hoping it was actually good, or she was going to have words with the bartender. The positive response is good though, and the way she licks her lips...]

I had a feeling it might suit you. I'm glad I was right.

[It's been a minute since she'd had a moment to hang back in a seedy bar, enjoying the pleasurable act of flirting with other women. Mostly it had been men who tried far too hard and fell all over themselves to try and impress her with embarrassing results. Not that she didn't mind the ones that were better than the guys she'd laugh about later over drinks with her friends, but her connections with women were always stronger.]

Reminds me of back home, or at least the places I preferred to be. It's only a good city if it has its risks, and it's fun. Everyone needs a release however they choose to go about it. [Debauchery, brawling, legally questionable dealings...there's something for everyone.] You've got me curious though, what do you mean by some nights?

[motivation]

[ cont. here ]