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January Event: Setting Fire to the Sky

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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want_to_belong: (Thoughtful)

[personal profile] want_to_belong 2018-01-27 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Prompto didn't mind at all that Noctis was there. If anything, he wanted Noctis to know that Ignis was all right as soon as possible.

Well. 'Fine' in a sense.

"Noct!" he greeted the other with a quick whirl of his head. "It's Iggy! He's okay."

As if he needed to let him know that Ignis was there, but he was the boy who pointed to Noctis to let a blind man know he was there. He only pulled away from Ignis just enough to turn and look at Noctis, leaving one hand on his back as he did so.

The rolling of the plushie caught the corner of his eye and he reached down to grab it really fast for him.

"Ah... Hey, isn't this...?"

Not that he hadn't seen that there was some sort of plush there, but he hadn't paid close attention to it on account of the fact that his friend was not only back, but was crying. But, maybe he could help Ignis out with this.

"Isn't this the limited edition white mage chocobo plushie that you could only get if you were at the midnight release of Chocobo Dungeon XV: Revenge of the Moogles?"

Though he didn't press it back into Ignis' hands, he held it in front of him, ready for the taking.
noctanotheroneout: (gimme a break)

[personal profile] noctanotheroneout 2018-01-29 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
The fact that Prompto was more...enthused by the arrival of the plushie than the obvious uneasiness that was happening with their friend, had Noctis giving side eyes to his best friend. Unless they were talking about something before he arrived and was hiding something.

He took a few more steps closer to Ignis, so that he could place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure you're okay? Do need something? Food, water?"

shatteredlenses: Troubling Thoughts (Troubling Thoughts)

[personal profile] shatteredlenses 2018-01-31 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"A wipe of my memory might be nice," Ignis' voice is soft and the humor he tries to put behind the words, flat. So much for trying to defuse the tension in the air with a well-timed bad joke.

He reaches out, and after a moment, finds where Prompto is holding the plush in front of him and curls his fingers around it, gently pulling it back toward himself, "Ah, yes. It is. The Storyteller brought it here for me as part of my first request."

Conveniently, he doesn't specify why he would have asked for such a thing considering they are in a survival situation and there are so many more things he could have asked for, but it's obvious from the careful way he holds it to himself once it's back in his arms and how well taken care of it is, he values it a great deal.

And it's also a great comfort to him.
want_to_belong: (Thoughtful)

[personal profile] want_to_belong 2018-01-31 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ignis was a proud man. Crying in front of others would be hard for him. Clinging to a plush, embarrassing. Prompto wanted to help him deal with anything that was wrong, but he also wanted to help get him back on his feet. He knows that if it were him, he'd have a hard time crying in front of everyone, and for Ignis it was probably worse.

"Ah man, I'm so jelly right now. I always wanted one as a kid." He wasn't going to judge Ignis for his plush. Especially since he really had wanted one. A chocobo in a cute outfit - what's not to like? But despite the lighter tone, his hand never left Ignis' back.

He wondered if Noctis would let things go so easily. Prompto wasn't trying to ignore the problem - he just wanted to get Ignis to a better place. Then they could talk things over.

"Are you all right to stand?" No force either way. If Ignis needed more time, that was fine. If he was ready to get up, Prompto was ready to move and help him. "Camp Solheim will be safer than here. But, we can wait a little bit if you need." His tone stayed soft throughout.
noctanotheroneout: (with me?)

[personal profile] noctanotheroneout 2018-02-03 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Noctis, caught the hint at the very least. He took a few steps back from Ignis. "Right." Maybe if he got a chance alone with his advisor, he would pry more. However, it definitely didn't seem like the time or place. Even if Noctis was fond of having things kept from him, especially with these two.

"We can take our time getting to the camp," Noctis reassured. "Besides, I'll be leaving once I get there." He had Lunafreya to look for.