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January Intro: I Know the Winter's Getting Colder

INTRO LOG: JANUARY

Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: January 5th and onward
Where: Chol and surrounding waters
Warnings: Mark as needed!

The Overview: New Lands
New arrivals will not be waking in the typical hub of activity; instead, they will find themselves coming to on the small island of Chol. While the island's fringes are little more than an unforgiving spread of craggy, canyon-like rock and coastal cliffs, the island dips down to form a fertile divot of edenic woodland in its center. The people living there will even be helpful and polite to you, should you inquire after them.

All new arrivals will additionally awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!

Icebreaker: This is the Winter of Our Youth
Unless you're someone with a fondness for the cold, you'll undoubtedly be waking with more than a slight chill in your bones. The appearance of the island of Chol has signaled a coming event of great import in LifeAftr, and unfortunately, the signs of that event's approach have already been set in motion. The temperature has begun to drop as the sun's rays begin to die, faster and faster, leading to an impressive cold snap in the ocean waters - particularly those surrounding Chol.

It is for that reason that you won't be waking on Chol, per se. Instead, you'll be waking on a thick crust of ice that's mantled itself over the ocean waters, freezing solid enough to bear your weight...for the most part.

The ice won't hold forever; it isn't meant to. If you happen to be particularly vivacious in your waking, or especially active in general, thick cracks will start to spiderweb out from underneath those impacts with low, warning chunks and wrenches of fracturing ice. Better hurry to land soon, unless you care to take a little dip into those freezing cold ocean waters.

Mainland: When We Pick Over the Past
Should you make it to the land of Chol, braving the iced-over waters surrounding its craggy shores, you'll encounter something at least as startling - the people who have elected to set up a rudimentary encampment upon its lands. While a bit on the scalier side, the Jormun are nonetheless allied to you land-dwellers, and will welcome you to the island.

Most will be preoccupied with preparations for an approaching siege, but many will comment idly that the cold is a sign of the coming battle. Some may point you to their leader, known to most as Munin, but others will venture hospitality based on the actions of those land-dwellers that came before you, who were successful in allying themselves to this sea-dwelling people.

Those who might have braved the cold a little too fiercely will quickly be offered some rather rough blankets - perhaps more on par with burlap sacks in terms of texture - as well as a hot brew that the Jormun call brrkshavak. Heated to a boil just prior to being served, the drink will be more than adequate in warming your weary bones, though it bodes mentioning that it is both scalding hot and made with a fleshy kind of undersea herb that is akin to crushed chili pepper in taste.

It'll warm you up, all right.

As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.

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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[ A ]

[ Isette isn't exactly a stranger to waking up cold. She doesn't always have the luxury of firewood or coal, so some nights she just curls up under her cloak and a blanket and calls it a night. Waking up on literal ice, though, that's new.

It takes her a few moments to get her bearings. She's on... open water. Well, frozen open water. Nothing like where she was used to. Her pack was here, but... so was another one. With her name on it. Nice. And she wasn't with her usual set of companions. Not nice. ]

By the moon and stars, what's going on? [ She picks up what she's got. This is all very. Well. Something. But she'll figure it out once she's on actual land. Maybe she can make a fire, then start to wrap her head around this all. She begins moving, but also keeping an eye out for anybody else - or any unseen dangers. ]

[ B ]

Noooo! [ Isette's cry isn't loud, more. Quiet and pathetic. She's picking herself up off of the ice, and her pack - the new one, the bigger one - is lying about five feet away. The pack is surrounded by cracks in the ice, a testament to its rough landing.

To anybody who had been paying attention nearby, the girl had tripped. And fallen. And flung her pack as she fell.

To those only paying attention now, this girl is searching through a second, smaller pack - desperate to find something she can use to pull the other pack back to her without having to tread on that cracked, cracking ice. ]

Useless - useless! All of this is useless...

[ C ]

[ And on Chol itself! Isette didn't go very far inland - just to a spot where a rock outcropping blocked most of the wind. She's taken a seat on the ground and has her new pack open, its contents spread on the ground in front of her. She seems to have already sorted them.

In one pile; a canister, a coil of rope, a hatchet, and a toothbrush - sitting on top of the canister, she's not going to let it touch the ground. In the other pile; a jug that seems to be full of something, a mysterious pendant shaped like a tear drop, and bulb-shaped plant-bulb of unknown origin.

She's frowning at these items and muttering to herself under hear breath. ] Okay, now where did these all come from? What's the purpose of these ones...?

[ Character notes: Isette is a young adult, but very short and somewhat malnourished so she tends to get mistaken for a kid. She's dressed in a black robe, albeit one with a lot of patches sewn over holes, and blue and brown wool clothes underneath. They're definitely not modern make. But by material they should be a bit warmer than usual, though not winter gear. ]

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[ The knight assesses the situation at hand and walks over to Isette with purpose.

They put their own pack down - it won't be useful here - and give Isette's hand a reassuring pat. In their own way, they're trying to tell her that it's fine.

Then they run out over the cracked ice, which barely shifts under the little bug's miniscule weight, and begin to drag the knapsack off the danger zone. They wouldn't dare to lift it and carry it - more pressure could cause it to go right through - but they can certainly pull large weights without much trouble. ]

Ah-! [ As the knight gives her hand a pat, Isette takes notice. A monster? Wait, they seem to be- ] Wait!

[ But they're already gone. Well, to get her pack. They seem to be smart about it - dragging rather than picking it up. A good move. They know what they're doing.

Once they're back, with her pack in tow, Isette gives them a reassuring smile. ] I was worried for a second there, but you have a pretty good idea what you're doing, huh?

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