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

[scourgingstars]

A pleasure--my name is Ardyn. [He answered with a small bow of his own, paired with a slight smile.] We'd be incredibly grateful for any aid you're able to spare, as it seems we're a bit shorthanded on this island.

[darkova]

I noticed that it seems no one has settled on the other side of the island- I was prepared to find no one here as well. Regardless, I have some potions that might be of service. If you have wounded I can help there as well.

Has the fighting here been bad?

[scourgingstars]

Oh, I'm not wounded at all, but you may want to check with the others. [He waved a hand dismissively, smile turning a bit brighter.] I'm told things are a bit more chaotic on the other islands, so comparably I would have to assume the fighting hasn't been as bad on our side.

[darkova]

It has been a bit of a mess. But so far I haven't heard word of any deaths. Still, it's still early.

[He start rummaging through his hip bag]

I have a few potions for casting light and fighting back the cold. Or would something with a bit more combat use be more your taste?

[scourgingstars]

I have the combat well in hand; you should spare something like that for those less able to fight. We could certainly use a few more sources of light and warmth, however.

[darkova]

'Tis what I expected. And what I came prepared for.

[Considering he looks like a walking firefly, that's not surprising. He unties two bundles off his belt: one of yellow glowing bottles, and another of light-less orange ones. Three bottles in each.]

The orange ones are Warmer- if drank they will keep one warm through a night. Say, 12 hours. The glowing are Shine. They work as a lantern, but will also cast an area in light for about a half hour. And dazzle foes if you aim well.

[...yes, yes he has flash grenades]

[scourgingstars]

My, you are certainly fully armed. [He accepted the bottles with a light laugh, undaunted by the fact that the world was kind of temporarily ending around them.]

You have my genuine gratitude--I can assure you they'll be put to good use.

[darkova]

I like to be prepared. Thankfully the Storyteller was VERY generous with ingredients.

And being of good use is all I can ask. And that you let your comrades know where they came from.

[That quirk of a smile returns and is, well, very obvious for anyone perceptive enough and used to the type- be useful during the crisis, and people will come to you during peace. When it wouldn't be immoral to charge]

[scourgingstars]

[Ah, politics.]

Credit where credit is due, naturally.

[darkova]

Of course. I do have one thing to ask- if I may rest here by the pool for a time. All this traveling is a bit much for just one lonely sorcerer.

[scourgingstars]

Naturally. Stay as long as you like--this camp is secure enough that you needn't worry too much of the dangers outside it.