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

[mamaterasu]

[Nudging the tiny kitty with her nose, Ammy gives it another lick before pushing it towards Ichimatsu, though little Pachinko is reluctant to move away from this very large, warm, and soft toy. Eventually, Ammy stands up, shakes herself off, then oh so carefully picks up the kitten in her jaws and make the short distance between herself and the man-cat. Of course, the way a dog carries young is vastly different than how a cat does, and Pachinko mewls and squirms, unused to not being carried this way, but Ammy is a patient beast, and places her down inches from Ichimatsu, letting her scurry over to his lap once free from the wolf's jaws.

She sits down before the two, watching the kitty climb up to Ichimatsu, crying loudly for attention (and probably to be fed). The thanks makes Ammy's tail thump happily against the snowy ground, and she makes a soft noise in her throat before bowing her head.

It was no trouble at all. She's mainly been keeping watch over the outside of the ruins, keeping the weaker ones in (or guarded) and any skulking intruders out.]

[ichininyaanshi]

[The dog's so obviously gentle with Pachinko, he doesn't get too agitated even when she starts mewling and squirming in Ammy's mouth; but it's only once his kitten is in his lap and whisked up into his arms that he truly seems to calm down. For a brief moment, he seems to forget that Amaterasu is even there, and sighs as Chi starts gnawing on his thumb.]

Aa, hungry, were you? Should've just woken me up... I have food, you know...

[Then he glances up again. Huh, it's that... flowery dog he met, isn't it? She handled Pachinko like a pro. He wonders if she's a mother herself, with instincts that good. He gently shakes his thumb free of Chi's mouth and reaches out to offer it for sniffing.]

And you... not that I'm ungrateful, but don't you have somewhere better to be? It's dangerous out here.