December Adventure: Turn Your Face Towards The Sun

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NEW ISLAND: CHOL

Who: Everyone!
What: There's a brave new world to explore
When: December 14th and onward
Where: Chol
Warnings: Mark as needed!

The Overview: Chol
On the dawn of the 14th, characters will awaken from a brief, rather harried dream with the Storyteller who has advised of a new island accessible through the mana pool. Welcome, adventurers, to the island of Chol.

The edges of Chol are unremarkable, craggy bits of cliff and rock, gradually sloping upward into a vaguely mountainous region. While there's not a great deal of natural life growing here, characters may nonetheless notice the odd prey animal scuttering about, only to vanish in the steep cracks running along the cliffsides.

Once the island's hardened exterior is crossed, the rocky canyon gradually gives way to a gently sloping valley that, the further down you go, reveals an atypically verdant center. The contrast is not sharp to the point of unbelievability, but it's clear that the valley is where the most life is sustained in earnest. The rock dips in an almost craterlike fashion to favor the fertile heart of the island, around which the people who live there has established a rudimentary encampment.

Chol Outskirts: Do Not Break
As described above, the island of Chol is composed of mostly rocky ground, with very little fertile soil. Further examination of this land will prove that the composition is hardly a natural one- the dips, valleys, and sharp rocks reminiscent of craters that scar the land. It's not surprising that no one lives here.


There is, however, still things of interest to find here. Scouting Jormun will be happy to stop and direct characters to camp, whilst others yet may have goods to trade. All will point anyone with questions to the center of the island, where their leader resides- but if you're willing to accompany them in their scouting and hunting duties, you may just find this amphibious race warming to you quickly.

Chol, C3: Just Carry On
At the sloping center of Chol, a veritable village of tents can be found, with Jormun hurrying to and throe. In the center of this point, they seem to be busy building walls and spiked partitions- and surveying all of this is their mighty leader, Muninshhashvark. But please, call her Munin, if that's easier for your less wet tongues. Here, trade is at it's peak, with plentiful interesting items on offer- for the right price. Adventurer's can feel free to wander through the encampment, though try not to get in the way of anyone who looks particularly busy.

Munin however, though in the center of everything, is more than happy to be approached-- by anyone willing to look past the fact that she is an eight foot tall snake.

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For OOC information about Chol and the Jormuns, please see our recent OOC information post!

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Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!

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[aftrnpc]

Munin pauses to sweep aside the flap of the tent, motioning politely for Kyouko to enter first. Her long whiskers twitch at the ends, perhaps masking a similar nervousness.

"Truth be told, little one... I've never interacted with your kind directly before. You are all so very small, I fear one of us may bumble over you, and yet you are the Storyteller's favored -- their story-walkers. I think it nearsighted that our people have never reached out to yours in friendship before."

Smol but powerful.

[daydreamy]

Oh. Oh! Okay! Now she gets where this is going. Maybe friendship is just sort of a magic word that resonates with every magical girl because Kyouko's expression lights up all over again. Or maybe she relates. Just a little.

"Oh no, I get it! I totally get it!" she reassures Munin as she comes into the tent. "It can be super intimidating trying to break the ice with someone new. 'cause it's like, where do you even start, right?"

She's good at making friends, if nothing else. She's made a bunch of friends here already! It's easy!

[aftrnpc]

The interior of the tent is spartan, if not a little bit clammy. Chests and racks filled with exotic-looking weapons litter the edges, providing space for books with waxen pages lying atop tables hewn from gray coral. Munin sweeps aside several such books and invites Kyouko to sit on one of the -- admittedly very large -- chairs.

"You understand," she agrees with a note of relief. "Even our customs are surely different. It is a great burden trying to ascertain what your culture might find offensive."

Munin pauses, her head-fin quavering.

"Your kind is not insulted by mention of size, are you?"

Because you are very small. And both she and the other Jormun have been saying it a lot.

[daydreamy]

Kyouko climbs (semi-literally -- she's small, y'all are big) up onto one of those chairs and gets herself settled, unable to keep her eyes from roving curiously as she does so. This whole places is so strange and other that she wants to soak up as much of it as she can. She's only mostly listening, so intent on drinking in her surroundings as she is, but once she realizes she's being asked a question, she hastily snaps back to attention.

"Uh!" That's kind of an awkward question to try and answer, huh? "I don't think anyone'd be insulted with it coming from you guys? I mean, some people're a little sensitive about their height so it might come off a little bad if someone else kept talking about it. But it's way different coming from you guys because-- I guess you're all a different kind of big? And we all must be super teeny tiny to you."

[aftrnpc]

Munin, at least, seems to find a bit of humor in that response -- she chuckles, scooting aside another chair so that she can coil comfortably at the table. Having legs must be so awfully inconvenient, even among her own species.

"Fingerlings -- the young of our race -- are often your size by the time they leave infancy. But I assure you we mean no offense with the term." Munin's long whiskers quiver. "My people have treated you respectfully, I hope?"