lifeaftr | 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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[He hesitates... but eventually takes the offer. Asgore's paw paractially swallows his hand, and he thinks of Odin.

If Asgore was more man-like in appearance, that association would have caused him to yank back in terror and hate. But oddly, the fact that he is a beast makes Ingway feel safer in his presence.]

Ingway.

[no titles. Any lands he might have had rights to, if he had ever wanted to claim them, are long gone.

He's just him now ]

[His grip is very gentle, probably more so than it really needs to be, as if he's afraid to accidentally cause harm.]

It is nice to meet you, Ingway! As nice as it can be under the circumstances, I suppose. [golly, this takes him back.] I have only just arrived here - is it the same for you?

Indeed. I had a dream of an island before arriving, but it was a desert, not frozen. Did the Storyteller speak to you as well?

They did. I had hoped that they would have come to some of my companions as well, but it does not seem any of them have come with me...

[He should have seen them, he imagines, or at least they would have seen him.]

I suppose they do not plan to detain us forever, at least.

Companions...

[A grim look crosses his face. As long as he was here his world was frozen... for the better.]

Well, if what they spoke of is true, then at least they will not miss you and distress over any disappearance while you are gone.

[He gestures at the sweater, slightly, utterly clueless of the anthill he was about to stumble into]

Losing a parent can be very difficult for a child, after all.

Ah - yes. Of course.

[His stutter is obvious; he laces his fingers together and looks away for a second. It probably should be easier, to simply explain that he was with other people at the time, but...it's really not.]

[He knows at once that he has said Something. And a sadistic thrill runs up his spine. Part of it, he realizes, is the lust for the perverse the Darkova planted into him alongside it's endless hunger. That the other man's pain is like sweet honey to that now forever corrupt part of him, even if the curse itself was gone.

He also knows that in part it's just how he is. A bad son.

Still, that curse IS gone, and he is not a slave to it's drives. He has a choice in his actions. No one here knows him, his revenge is done. He could be Darkova, or he could just be Ingway. The Ingway his Queen thought he might be. He sighs]

I'm... sorry. I was careless in my words.

[Asgore looks a little surprised for a second, as if he somehow thought he wasn't completely obvious in his reaction, and then smiles.]

Do not worry. You had no way to know.

[Know what?

......let's move on]

I wish that I had some food to share. All I have on me is a little tea, and this...salt I was given. [He seems a little confused about its presence, not considering it a particularly necessary survival item - but then, humans have different needs than monsters. Do they need salt for something?]

Salt, eh? I got oats myself. Salt can be valuable for trade at least.

[He pauses, considering... then reaches into his bag]

And something else from home. [That sure is a large bread roll, which he breaks in half and offers to Asgore]

To soak up some of that drink.

I suppose? It is...good for humans in some way, is it not?

[At some point, he'll need a fair amount of food, large as he is and using magic like this. Well, maybe he'll start a garden.

Thinking about this, he looks surprised by the offer.]

Oh! Gosh...thank you. You did not have to do that. [But he'll take it anyway, because it's rude to turn down a gift.]

Consider it a good will offering, for my rudeness.

Thank you, then.

[He'll tear off a smaller bite with his hands to eat, though it seems he's mostly just doing that to be polite; his mouth is enormous and he could easily eat the whole thing at once like some kind of jungle beast right now.]

I shall have to see what plants grow around here. I have...never hunted, exactly, but I can grow food enough for many people, given some time and land. What do you suppose you will do?

January Intro: I Know the Winter's Getting Colder

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