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EVENT #3: VORRUN WELCOMES YOU

A CALL FOR AID

Charlie comes on the network with a grim expression. Some papers are held in one hand and Dimitri stands like a statue behind him.

"I have received an urgent request from our neighbors to the east, Vorrun. Their council has heard of your good work for the local communities and has requested assistance with a sudden influx of aggression in the local wildlife and a disturbing trend of monster attacks. Vorrun has suffered losses in the past and the current population is struggling to keep these assailants at bay.

They have requested our help in not only fending off the attacks, but figuring out the source of the issue.

We will secure transport to Vorrun via a small wagon caravan.

This is wholly optional and you may stay in Town if you like! Or, you can visit Vorrun as a tourist during this time. I just ask that you are polite and sensitive to our hosts. We will be leaving tomorrow at eight AM. Dimitri will remain in Town for those who do not wish to attend."

To do what, exactly? Well... Now might be as good a time as any to begin testing your skills as a newfound dragon.

To those that will be traveling to Vorrun though, Charlie ends with: "Thank you, we hope to see you bright and early!"

HAPPY HELPERS

Vorrun is a city-state located in a steep valley nestled between two mountain ranges. As such, it is blessed with a verdant landscape and plenty of rain. The mornings often come covered in mist that lifts throughout the day but adds an ethereal quality to the locale.

The people of Vorrun tend to be largely Beastmen due to this being a sanctuary for them. Very few children of men live in the city, but there are some here and there who have earned the local's trust and respect. The architecture is reminiscent of what some offworlders recognize feudal Japan.

All around, the locals go about their business as usual. There is an undercurrent of anxiety due to the recent attacks yet most appear to be doing the best they can to remain optimistic. They are also wary of newcomers given the rather isolated nature of the place. Once you engage with the people though, they are overall polite and friendly.

While offworlders learn for more information on how they'll be helping as Charlie and Nobu meet initially, there are a handful of things to do around the city-state.

Hot Springs

bonded with dragon souls though

may be more pronounced

Community Service

endear the local populace

Enjoy The Local Plum Wine

plum wine

increase in luck

eight (8) hours

Hide & Seek

find her kids and tell them that supper is almost ready.

twenty or so

disguised themselves

HUNTING FOR ANSWERS

GAL-OTHY-MOS by Hiroyuki Sawano

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After a day or so of delegations and working through red tape, offerworlders are allowed to investigate among the mountain range. Their instructions are provided by Nobu who appears to be an authoritative leader.

Everyone is warned again about the increased aggression of the surrounding monsters, but hopefully a cause might be found.

It is recommended to work in pairs.

ABANDONED BATTLEFIELD

The war-torn remnants of an old battlefield from Vorrun's war with the orcs. Old, broken weapons and armaments stand as ghostly relics of the horrors that this place saw.

⁂ Possible Encounters: Poltergeist, Troll, Troll Mutate

⁂ Item of Interest: Ornate spear - Amongst a collection of broken spears, this one is intact and without wear

ROVAAN NAH'S GRAVE

In the bottom of a crystal clear pool, the massive bones of an Ancient Dragon lay undisturbed. This is the final resting place of the great Draconic Saint, Rovaan Nah: The Roaming Fury.

⁂ Possible Encounters: Allosaurus, Boar, Elk

⁂ Point of Interest: Black, oily sludge seeps from a rock nearby the water. It hasn't contaminated it yet but appears to be oozing that way.

MOUNTAINSIDES

The high cliffs make for a difficult hike, but for a dragon with wings, they are no obstacle. Lush moss hangs from every surface and the ferns are thick. This old-growth forest feels just packed with secrets.

⁂ Possible Encounters: Awakened Giant Wasp, Giant Lizard, Roc, Corrupted Orc

⁂ Item(s) of Interest: A bundle of scrolls is hidden in a tree somewhere. Trying to read them gives one a headache and appears to be in a language that is indecipherable to most.

CASCARA PASS

You can only come through this way with an escort from Vorrun. The pass is dark and full of winding passages. One could easily get lost if they did not know the way by memory. Take care and avoid deep pools of water here. Tempting as they might be to jump in, the escort advises against it.

⁂ Possible Encounters: Aurumvorax, Cloaker, Dire Flat Worm

⁂ Item of Interest: Abandoned along the pass is an old, charred painting of a woman in a veil, with inscription "fire purifies all" along the bottom.

WAYSIDE BAY

A hidden bay that Vorrun receives their trade through. It is a small but busy port is bustling at all hours and well-guarded. They will, of course, let investigators come through and see what they can find. Yet, they will be under close watch so no funny business.

⁂ Possible Encounters: Elemental Spirit (water), Flail Snail, Giant ~~Enemy~~ Crab

⁂ Item of Interest: Hidden by the sand under a dock is a Draconic Medallion. It is of obvious importance, but exactly what can't be determined.

Notes

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⁂ These artifacts are also meant to spark discussion and theories among characters rather than actually answer what's going on here. We encourage those who find the artifacts to share this information ICly! All will be revealed... in due time! For now, have fun putting the puzzle pieces together.

⁂ The sparring requests page is now live! We hope it's a fun little surprise that people enjoy utilizing. It's for fun, mostly, but also to provide an IC avenue for characters to get more comfortable with their new dragon selves.

⁂ Thank you for your patience on this post as we recovered from a difficult April! We hope you enjoy visiting Vorrun and look forward to the changes we'll be making re: the quest board and a couple of other adjustments planned!

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A Call For Aid [OTA]

Of course, after everything Charlie had done for her, how could Lunafreya deny a call for aid? Not to mention if there are people in need, it's her duty, as one who can fight, to help.

The Oracle shows up at the appointed time, a plain spear in hand. If she's to fend off monster attacks, she best come prepared, right? She has no idea how the newfound power bestowed by the Draconian would work here, if at all, so she should plan to fight with her own martial prowess, hence the spear.

Stepping up into the wagon, she seats herself in a dignified manner next to you, offering a warm smile.

"I've never traveled by wagon before. It proves to be an interesting experience."

Happy Helpers- Hot Springs [Closed to Noctis and Prompto]

A genuine hot springs! She's never been to one before, so it would be a lie to say Lunafreya isn't more than a little excited to try it out. Even if it might be a tad awkward bathing in front of others. The last thing she wants to do is insult the locals by not adhering to their traditions, so she's going to do as they do.

So here she is strolling into the spring area in nothing but a towel. She's pleasantly surprised to find it to be pretty empty given the hour she's chosen to attend, spying only two others.

It's only as she gets closer that she realizes exactly who those two are- and has the immediate urge to turn on her heel and go right back the way she came.

Clutching a hand to her breast, she takes a few steps, then backtracks. Oh dear... What would Sol do?

Right! She can do this! Lunafreya psychs herself up, marches right over to the side of the pool, drops her towel and slides into the water, all in one swift movement.

Just as she makes eye contact with each of the boys, offering a bright smile, does her confidence falter, but only a little as she can picture Sol cheering her on.

"G... good evening!"

Hunting for Answers- Abandoned Battlefield [Closed to Ravus and Ignis]

Lunafreya had decided to check out the Abandoned Battlefield to see if perhaps some of the monster attacks were possibly in connection to restless spirits. Her plan is to offer prayers and then investigate the area. Her brother and Ignis had volunteered to come along, Lunafreya glad for their company in case she does run into anything. However, she absolutely plans to pull her own weight, her spear at her side.

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Dignified manner or no, Emet-Selch remains slouched in his seat, leant back with his arms crossed over his chest and a perpetual frown upon his face. To his credit, however, at least he is not yet feigning sleep - nor does he seem particularly cross. And indeed, when he responds, his tone suggests that his stern countenance is merely his natural state of being.

"Well, there's a first time for everything. Not to spoil the experience for you, but you're in for a long and bumpy ride, no doubt. Personally I recommend airships, if more instantaneous means of travel aren't readily available. Less jostling - should one find himself a skilled pilot - and a far better view of one's surrounds, besides."

Lunafreya doesn't take offense to the man's gruff demeanor, her brother is much the same way. The fact that he's a lot like Ravus is confirmed when he speaks up, though the topic of airships has her frowning, but only briefly as the Oracle should always wear a smile.

"I have traveled by airship before, as the Empire was quite proud of them." She replies, though Lunafreya doesn't seem impressed by this. Perhaps it's because those travels were always as a prisoner. "Bumpy or no, I thought that perhaps the more primitive method would give me a chance to better enjoy the scenery- and the company."

Lunafreya inclines her head politely.

"I am Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. I have only just arrived to this place."

Truly, there is no real pressing need for Ignis to accompany Lady Lunafreya to the battlefields they have heard talk of. Ravus, of course, is ever at her side, and there are few things which could ever break past his watch when it comes to his beloved sister. Frankly speaking, the man is more than good enough to sub in for a platoon of soldiers.

Considering how easily he can toss Gladio around, when the mood (angry and upset and defensive) suits him, Ignis doesn't think he's exaggerating.

However, he'd had an interest in looking over the battlefields himself, really. It's his good fortune that Lady Lunafreya is generous enough to accept another party hovering about. Still... He looks over everything as she prays, while Ravus is no doubt patrolling to make sure nothing even thinks of coming close.

"If there is anything I can do to help you in your prayers, Lady Lunafreya, do let me know."

Her first impression of the battlefield is sorrow, her expression falling in sympathy as she walks among the old armaments, broken weapons, and obvious places where skirmishes had taken place.

At one point, she falls to her knees, hands clasped in front of her as she offers prayers to whatever Diety this place might have that's still watching, to please forgive these souls for their violent acts. Please allow those who had died peace and those that still live to find their own peace as well. Her words are quiet and sincere, sounding more like a soft mumble to anyone nearby. It's almost as if she's in some sort of trance as Ignis sates his own curiosity scoping out the battlefield itself.

For her prayers, Ignis doesn't interrupt her any further. All he does is straighten up, and glance once over to make sure he knows where Ravus is. That he is being left to guard Lunafreya speaks mountains to the truth he is being given, and he doesn't intended to let that trust be proven wrong.

Still... It is a large battlefield. And he imagines there are many souls who might need to hear her words. Ignis allows ten minutes to pass uninterrupted before he leans down to rest his hand upon her shoulder.

"Lady Lunafreya... Your knees will ache if you stay too long there. Shall we move on further into the battlefield?"

Scrabbling up and down mountainsides is a bit more taxing for Noctis than some of the others with more true flight wings. But it's also what makes him so well suited to it. He can get into places other dragons would never fit even without the effort required to shift back and forth. That doesn't mean he's not stiff and sore and going to whine about it once they're back in the city.

Which is precisely what he's been doing to poor Prompto, leaning back against the warm broad surface of a boulder, letting the heat sink into his shoulders. He's pushed himself up a bit, most of his upper body out of the water, head laid back against the stone and eyes closed. In fact he almost misses Luna's entire debate with herself, hearing footsteps and immediately turning his head to offer Prompto a sulky pout. He doesn't want to deal with other people. Ugh what if they like.... want to talk or something?

He's mentally preparing himself to peel himself off the rock, lifting his head to look towards the entrance. Which is precisely when he realizes it's not just some annoying rando but Lunafreya. What could have been a begrudging slow process turns into his breath catching with an awkward little half choked sound (That is definitely not a squeak, that's the shit Prompto does. He's totally way cooler than that.) and more... plopping back into the water than lowering himself off the rock.

Smooth.

Water sloshes dangerously close to his face and his expression shifts to something akin to a cat that's been offered a particularly distasteful treat. Only for a fleeting moment because then her towel falls and he forgets how to breathe, one hand reaching out under the water to grab at Prompto in a fierce grip. Part of it is him instinctively knowing Prompto is about to do acrobatics to put his foot in his mouth. Part of it is definitely that he needs something to anchor himself.

Some part of him feels like this should be illegal somehow. She is the Oracle after all. Isn't this the sort of thing men are smited for?? -Sweet Shiva she's stunning- But she's also his friend!! His... very pretty very female friend. Fiance? Does that still even count?

Sorry, Luna, give him a moment he's staring and can't figure out how to stop.

"Uh-" He has to clear his throat, pale skin already pinkened in the heat of the water flushing a deep scarlet in that moment. "Y-yeah. Good... evening?" WHY IS THAT A QUESTION, NOCTIS?!?!

"Oh come on, dude, it was just some good romping, relax and let the hot water do -"

Prompto's words catch in his throat, cut off by a shocked squawk as Lunafreya shows up. Not a squeak, thank you very much, Noct. Not only does she show up, but she does the sort of thing that makes the blonde need to duck and put his mouth under the damn water before he shoves his foot into it. The tight grip from his boyfriend helps too, though Prompto cannot help but wonder if it is to steady him, or to steady Noct.

Holy crap. The Oracle herself. Noct's fiance, absolute bombshell she is, is naked and smiling at the both of them. There is no way this is allowed for him. This is his best friend's, his boyfriend's girl. Some of the thoughts flashing through his mind as blue eyes go wide are the sort of things he ought to be ashamed of even thinking about someone else's girl. This is a grave violation of the Bro Code. A shirking of his sacred duty as a top-tier wingman. Astrals take the damned wheel.

The flighty Prompto blows some bubbles before surfacing, shooting Noct a stunned look that breaks as the magnetism of Lunafreya pulls his focus back on her.

"H-haaaaaauh? He-hello? Howwwww bout that sexy weather? Seems pretty good for growin' melons!"

Fucking damn it.

Ravus breaks from the pair to keep a strong perimeter around them. His gaze scans every weapon, every bone, for the slightest twitch or sign that something out here isn’t as dead as it should be. But the place is as quiet as a well… a mass grave. Ravus picks his way around broken pieces of metal, well used to such strewn wreckage. He glances back to Ignis and Lunafreya occasionally, but doesn’t interrupt his sister’s prayers. Quietly, he’s grateful she’s the one here to do so. Blessing one grave was more than enough for him.

But something near the center of the field catches his eye. It glints in the sunlight far brighter than any rusted weapon ought to. It’s probably testament to how much he trusts Ignis that he moves well out of range of his friend and his sister to go investigate, but something draws him to it. His tail swishes in something like agitation, but he couldn’t possibly name the feeling as he approaches the ornate spear protruding from the ground.

What compels him to touch it, he also couldn’t say. It emanates with something otherworldly, and prickles along his skin like a live wire. When he does lift it from the ground, that aura becomes an oppressive weight on his shoulders and the nape of his neck. Like there’s an intense gaze on him, and for a second, Ravus is reminded of the way Drautos would watch him sometimes, gauging and evaluating.

He shivers, but shakes it off, and plants the spear back into the dirt. Taking a step back, he looks over his shoulder, and waits to catch Ignis and Lunafreya’s attention. When he sees either of them look over to him, he beckons them over with his metal claws, and patiently bites his tongue until they’re close enough not to have to raise his voice.

“Besides the obvious lack of wear, tear and rust, there’s something… strange about this spear.” A flick of his tail taps the decorated shaft. “Almost as if it watches us. Somehow.”

There is, meanwhile, nothing dignified about how Caspar sits. The man is practically bouncing in place, apparently ready to spring up at any moment despite the early hour. ...And the fact that they literally just sat down.

"No kidding?" He answers with a grin, scooting over to make sure she's got space - he may be inclined to sit with his knees in different time zones, but he's not looking to be rude and get in someone's way, here! "Well, hey - first time for everything, right? And this place seems to be... pretty determined to pile firsts on us."

Like. He doesn't know about anyone else here, but he sure doesn't have any precedent for a dragon inhabiting his... brain? Body? Both? He's not totally clear on it.

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EVENT #3: VORRUN WELCOMES YOU

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret | Final Fantasy XV: Dawn of the Future

A Call for Aid

Haha! I was gonna tag your's but you got to me first!

the battlefield

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Oh Six help him-

the not-so-abandoned battlefield

a call for aid