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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task done .

yours too .

rest ?

They don't really understand it, this complicated web of families - and it must be families. Something that has gone on for a long time. Like Hallownest, great and glorious, fallen to ruin.

But there is no war here.

That must mean something, surely. ]

Forfeiting is a task incomplete.

[ As far as Ox sees it, anyway. ]

For whatever battle that may come to this place, my saber is ready. That is what my household has promised. [ He closes his eyes as he sounds apologetic to a warrior who is asking kindly that he rest. His head lifts as he looks toward the Jormun, acknowledging the siege that they are preparing for. He's already signed himself up to fight with them, because that is what is right. ]

But are you happy with the results of your task, Warrior? You found what you were fighting for, did you not? And now you can say it is done, yes? [ Did the Warrior gain what he sought? ]

[ Fighting in self-defense is fair enough. They understand that; whenever darkness falls, they'll be ready to fight, too. But this seems like something else.

They just nod. They brought peace. Gained peace. Earned rest, and darkness. (It is so tiring to be the way they are, sometimes.)

They reach out, patting Ox's hand gently. They don't seem to have any more to say, but it's some kind of comfort. ]

Offering me condolences?

[ He tilts his head.

Looking at his own hand, he rests it over the Warrior's to pat the top of the other's hand in turn. ]

Thank you. And I apologize that I cannot rest yet. [ Because it feels like this burden is one that troubles, so he apologizes. For someone who has achieved their goals, giving them something new to worry about -- something new to be troubled by, is not right. ]

But the fact you are able, it gives me peace of mind. [ That there are some fighters that are able to start again, that there is hope. As long as a person lives, there is always hope. ]

January Intro: I Know the Winter's Getting Colder

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