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

[catpiper]

[Dobby is a free elf and she'll stand on every rock pile!!

Or so she would say, if she were the type to a) say such a thing or b) not distracted by the adorable cat in his sling. If he couldn't tell from the drawings over the walls and floors, she's a fan. Any reservations she had about this stranger are gone-cats only stay with good people. That's how it works. It's scientifically proven by her.

She lowers ESP kitty back down, pressing him against her chest, and begins to wipe his chalk covered paw with the sleeve of her jacket.

Instead of coming down like a normal person, she stays there and points to the paw mark on the wall.]

Do you want to try? That cat might let you play this game with them.

[ESP kitty is pretty docile, but she's not sure about the temperament of the cat in his sling. Hence the might.]

[thejaw]

[Once upon a time when he was a real boy, Brian loved cute things. Had a weakness for them. The jacket fills him with a dulled sense of longing, like a shadow of the feeling is being cast over him. In another life, would he have treated this strange girl like a little sister?

There's no point in wondering. He gains nothing from it.

Ren ignores his advice, and Brian decides to just keep a close eye on her footing. He doesn't want to see her fall. At her suggestion, Brian looks down at the still sleepy Salem in amusement. He's not about to try to make her do anything. He'll have a turn, though, Brian kneels and grabs some of the chalk, smearing it over his right hand. Then he reaches up as high as he can, and presses a handprint into the wall alongside the kitty paws.]

[catpiper]

[There's a delighted noise that comes from her when she sees him rub the chalk against his hand and join in on this little doodle adventure. Anyone that's willing to fingerchalk with her is a good person in her book. Look at that hand print. She's so proud.

Proud enough to want to join in-she sets her poor cat on the pile, watching him gracefully jump off it and away from her heathen chalk fingers. He's not mad, just disappointed, probably. He'll live. She had to immortalize her ESP somehow.

The cat paw chalk makes its grand reappearance the moment her hands are free-she covers every inch of her palm and squishes it against the cold stone. Now Brian's print has a buddy and it's her-hi.]

Now we're all here.

[Except for Salem, the sleepo beepo party pooper.]

We can trade colors-you can use this one on your other hand.

[This is happening. Trade chalk with her-they're gonna do both hands.]

[thejaw]

[It's so easy to make her happy. Who knew that the key to not being scary or seeming foreboding was just chalk handprints and cat ownership all along?

Brian feels a smile tug at the corners of his mouth as Ren sets her kitty down and imitates him, smearing her own hand with chalk. Her handprint is much smaller aside his own. It looks kind of funny. Cat paw-small hand-big hand.

He shrugs and takes the other color, handing Ren his own piece of chalk at the same time. Brian can get on board with this- there's something pleasing about symmetrical images, and he presses his other handprint solidly into the wall right alongside the first. There.]

[catpiper]

[It's that simple. So simple, in fact, she immediately takes the color he hands to her and rubs it on-

The bottom of her shoe. Because that's the next logical step after putting hands on the wall. It's a delicate balancing act, that makes her look like the world's worst ballerina on this shifting pile of rocks, but she manages to do it with little fanfare. Nice.

And with that, she shoves her foot against the wall, attempting to smear the chalk by rubbing the sole slightly to the left and right. Terrible. If only she could've used her actual foot. Too bad it's so cold.]

I can color your shoe next. That way you won't have to move and wake up your friend.

[Did he sign up for this? No. Is he going to suffer anyway? Absolutely.]