January Event: Setting Fire to the Sky

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JANUARY EVENT: SETTING FIRE TO THE SKY

Who: Everyone!
What: The sun dies, and the creatures of the night emerge from the depths
When: January 21st - January 28th
Where: Everywhere! Ensō, Monsun, Chol, and the Islets
Warnings: Character death, possible body horror and violence. Please mark any additional warnings as needed!

So We Can Take the World Back From the Heart-Attacked

The night of the 21st, the sun begins to dim. It dips in the horizon, sinks to nestle itself in the center of Chol like a star falling in slow motion, where it begins to smolder quietly - massive, smoking, and hot, like a massive egg. The night grows colder, the sky reduced to an inky black. The surface of the surrounding water is still but for the occasional ripple, the odd, strangely subdued wave, with not even the hollow lights of distant stars to glint off its reflective waves.

The Jormun gather around the sunken, dying sun with their scaled hands on their weapons, their expressions grim. They fan out across the island of Chol with arms in hand. Their fortifications have settled around the island's center in a dense ball of bristling weapons. They have been preparing for this. They are ready to fight.

Are you? No island is safe. From the well-trodden mainland of Ensō and its islets to the stark dichotomy of Monsun to the craggy shores of Chol, all manner of strange things have begun to haul themselves, dripping, from the watery dark.

No more preparation. No more running.

From here on out, it is fight or die.

One Maniac At a Time, We Will Take It Back

As the Storyteller has promised, there is sanctuary in their temple on Ensō, which will keep out the worst of the creatures. It will not, however, protect characters from the cold and dark, and so they will have to keep themselves warm some other way.

The Jormun fight fiercely, but they do not fight alone. Aside from the help that the willing of your number have offered, you may glimpse the Storyteller battling alongside the rest in a flurry of strange, shifting animal shapes: a heavy-antlered reindeer, a shrieking owl with outstretched talons, a slavering grizzly bear with the Storyteller's signature tome strapped across a broad, furry back, to name but a few. Those creatures that the Storyteller defeats will burst into a flurry of paper and dark, spattering ink, rather than being felled in the conventional manner. How odd.

As this is an event with a high risk of death, the Storyteller will impose death penalties for one week only. However, deaths succumbed during the event will count towards the character's total.

Then I'll Raise You Like a Phoenix

Come the sunrise on the 28th, the sun will launch itself into the air with a victorious shriek, its wings trailing plumes of fire behind it. The phoenix takes flight, reborn from the ashes. The shores of Chol are littered with corpses, both shadowy and scaled, along with an even smattering of crumpled paper and splotched inkstains. Despite the triumph of the fight, it did not come without its costs. The Jormun gather their dead and prepare to mourn them quietly. Those who perished in the fight will not see the sunrise from this unique perspective, watching the murk of the night tint to soft, milky yellow and pink, and then to a glorious new day.

Munin will greet the survivors with a mixture of solemnity and relief, thanking them profusely for their help. There is not much more that her people can offer you, at this point - they must grieve their dead, and she must return to the sea to prove that she has cemented her worth as a leader in the eyes of the other Jormun - but that does not mean that your stories will part forever.

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] January 20th: Monthly Storytelling occurs as usual
[ ♆ ] January 21st: The dark arrives, the temperature drops further, and the first hostile creatures begin their assault
[ ♆ ] January 28th: The dark ends and the sun rises
[ ♆ ] January 30th: Those who perished are revived, suffering from a reduced death penalty

Event Specifics

[ ♆ ] If you have any questions, feel free to look over our OOC Info Post.
[ ♆ ] Feel free to make your own logs if necessary!
[ ♆ ] If your character perishes in this event, please let us know!
[ ♆ ] Item trades with the Jormun can be found on the OOC plotting post here! Even if you were only recently accepted, you are free to participate!

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Comments

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Hey, she likes the story-rabbit, they're doing their best. Then again, she also likes Ichimatsu, so her taste is questionable.]

[Muffet steps through smoothly, already looking around to survey the state of the place and make sure everything is going as it should, muttering under her breath as she thinks:]

Hm, ought to start bringing out things for warmth soonest, better to keep people warm than try to unthaw them after they freeze...

Ah, speaking of which: are you and your little friend warm enough in what you're wearing? There's extra clothing and blankets in the supplies we've been storing here if you need any.

[ichininyaanshi]

[rUDE but also where is the lie. Pachinko, mewling unhappily at the slightly disorienting feeling of being transported, holds Ichimatsu's attention at first; he settles her back in his pocket before answering.]

Ah, yeah. I got this for us just this morning. We should be fine.

['This' being the purple hoodie with a pet pouch he's currently garbed in. He eyes Muffet, his mouth drawing into a thin, thoughtful line.]

Forget about that. Are you gonna be okay? You're the one going out in the cold to fight those things.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Well, at least it's in a good color.]

[Muffet smiles and indicates the wrap of silk cloth she's wearing.]

I appreciate the thought, but between this and my capelet I should be perfectly fine. Likely I'll be moving around enough to keep warm, in any case.

[ichininyaanshi]

[That answer seems to be satisfying enough for Ichimatsu; he gives little more than a grunt of acknowledgement before placing his hands in his pockets and starting down the path that will take them to the temple's entrance.]

You actually have a plan, or are you just gonna go out there and kill anything that moves?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, I admit that's certainly part of the plan, but there are other steps to it. I suspect we'll largely be following the Jormun's lead when it comes to strategy, since they've been preparing for this longer than we have.

[ichininyaanshi]

[At the mention of the Jormun, Ichimatsu snorts, unimpressed.]

Yeah... if you trust 'em.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Mm, I do find them to be pleasant company, certainly- I'll concede that trust is a more complicated matter. I take it that you don't, then?

[ichininyaanshi]

It just seems weird. They wanna come up here and risk their necks for us... why, because we're such good friends? Yeah, right.

[he sighs, rubs the back of his neck. there's a period of silent deliberation before he speaks up again.]

... I guess I'd just feel kinda bad if it's true.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Awww, Ichimatsu, are you actually concerned about the people helping you? Good for you, look at that small amount of moral character development. We're all proud.]

To be fair, I doubt protecting us- or life up here on dry land in general- is the only reason. Even if they don't rely on sunlight at the bottom of the ocean nearly as much as we do up here, I'm certain losing it permanently would still end up causing them a great deal of trouble in the long term.

[ichininyaanshi]

[look don't go spreading it around.]

You think they're just looking out for Number One after all?

...

Yeah, maybe.

[He doesn't sound convinced.]

Anyway, just watch your back. You're not terrible, so you don't deserve to die or get stabbed in the back.

Can probably wrap this if you want.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Mm, more that I think they're doing something that benefits all of us, including themselves.

[Coming from Ichimatsu, she'll take that as high praise.]

I appreciate the thought, dearie- and do try to keep yourself in one piece, too. After all, it would be a shame if I never got the chance to get you that pear cider.