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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[The crash is startling, and thank Arceus that Guzma wasn't drinking that broiling hot excuse for Chople berry extract, otherwise he had have spilled it all over himself and burned his hands or thighs. No, he was just warming up by the fire, dozing off a little bit, and nearly jumps out of every layer he's bundled up in (there's a lot). Welp, he sure as heck is awake now, yup. What was that? It sounded like something fell from a good height. Or was really heavy.

Getting up from his cocoon of blankets and the like, Guzma searches around for the source, finally coming upon this weird child...bird...person... (Decidueye??) and the mess they've made. He looks over the disaster that is the busted up barrel and assumes they must have knocked it over or something and the wood busted apart. Poor kid, he kinda knows what they're expecting, and sighs quietly.]

That ain't gonna fit back in without nail n' hammer, Rowlet. It's busted, so don't worry 'bout it... Need help cleaning up? [Better to address the spilled contents of the barrel than the barrel itself.]

[ he is discovered, and!!! TH-THIS IS!!! ABSOLUTELY.....what it looks like.

But who is 'Rowlet'?

Guzma's rough but soft words force Otus' eyes on the barrel he broke. It stands, but it can't carry anything well anymore. He says not to worry about it, but...he just got here, and already messed up. Asio scolds him through memories. His gauntlet covered hands fiddle with each other, and his shoulders sink like he's actually inconvenienced everyone...which is probably true.

The offer to help clean up is heard and Otus looks unsure on what to do. ...you're going to help him fix his mistake? Question mark? Question mark? ]

[Guzma stares down the weird child a moment more, frowning a bit at the prolonged silence between them. For a moment, he wonders if the child can even hear him, or if he has to use those odd hand gestures and words he learned from Amsonia a while back. He's, uh...he's really not good at it, so--

The recognition of his voice, or really, the question Guzma posed, is reassuring, and the large man breathes a quick sigh of relief. He probably needs the practice with sign language, but he'd really rather not embarrass himself. Besides, his fingers are freezing and shaking, heaven knows how well he'd do with that on top of everything else.]

Listen, if y'all don't clean up, someone's gonna slip n' fall, and m'bettin' that'd net you a heck of a lot more trouble'n just some splintered barrel, yeah? Go find a rag or something to mop this up. I'll stay behind. [He can keep it contained and warn people of the spill. Also? Guzma might as well be planning to take the heat for a busted barrel, if any of the Jormun do happen to wander by and get upset.]

January Intro: I Know the Winter's Getting Colder

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