January Intro: I Know the Winter's Getting Colder

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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.

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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.

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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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Comments

[pallidscops]

[ ...drifter. Otus stands up straight, shaking off some of his reservations. This new person is fast-- and could have certainly left by now if they wanted to. He quickly bows his head just enough to show some form of respect, with no way of vocalizing his gratitude of meeting the other.

It's...nice. Feels like trust. Feels like the sun, kissing your face after a long night of sleep. Speaking of which, the sun is looking quite dreary...Otus exhales and his breath fogs up in front of him. It's cold.

With his head turned slightly toward the sun, he points. A sad sun. What is happening? ]

[hyperlit]

[He does not look the way drifter's from their world do - he does not wander with a way of veiling his features out of ritualistic anonymity, though the cloak he wears is a peculiar thing.]

[The owl points to the sun. His breath frosts in white puffs of cloud. It isn't difficult to guess at the question he cannot vocalize.]

sun is dying
will be reborn

but cold

[pallidscops]

[ .......dying???

Otus makes a concerned face. That's not normal. Suns don't just-- just die. They can't. Or at least, they couldn't where he's from. Not in any of his teachings-- any books, scrolls, or word of mouth had he ever heard something so strange. There's no denying that the sun looks softer than normal, though. Quieter, almost. His hands find eachother and he fumbles with his fingers nervously. Why is this happening...?

It's definitely cold, though...a gust of wind makes his eyes shut tightly. ]

[hyperlit]

[He's cold.]

[That much is apparent. He's cold and confused and alone, and this surely is not helping. They lack anything but the cloak about their shoulders, and that is far from ideal in the way of deflecting the cold.]

[They must cast about in search for one of the blankets the Jormun have at their disposal; rough as they are, they are thick and heavy enough to protect from the winter chill, and the Drifter retrieves one to unfold it somewhat clumsily, and - drop it across Otus's shoulders in a gesture meant to be kind and helpful, the way the Guardian would employ such an action, but probably comes across as awkward.]