January Aftermath: What Would It Take

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JANUARY AFTERMATH: WHAT WOULD IT TAKE

Who: Everyone!
What: The sun is reborn; time to recover
When: January 28th and beyond
Where: Everywhere! Ensō, Monsun, Chol, and the Islets
Warnings: Please mark any additional warnings as needed!

Quiet Like The Snow


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. Though not all the shadowy beings have gone from the world, the reappearance of the sun is enough to make them slink off into the shadows- a fight for another day...or another evening.

Now, it's time for the hardest part. Now, it’s time to clean up.

Chol

The grounds of Chol have reshaped seemingly overnight- as the morning light filters down across the land, characters will find most of the land has been blackened and charred, with many fires still raging inland. The Jormun will assist anyone who hasn’t yet to the western coast of the island; where not nearly as much of the phoenix’s impact has been felt, and a safe corridor of passage to the mana pool resides.

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.

Ensō and Monsun

Ensō too, has seen its far share of battle. The full scale of just how much the Storyteller had kept at bay around the temple is revealed through the copious piles of shadowed corpses, several wane Jormun already at work on removing them. They assure anyone who seeks to assist that below the ocean, there is effective manners of disposal; such as large, active volcanoes to demolish the flesh before any untoward magics can give them new life.

Heat will slowly begin to return to the island, with slow coming to a halt and ice beginning to thaw. Whilst rugging up is still a requirement, characters will be capable of making their way back to the mostly unscathed islets to rebuild their own lives, or wherever else they may call home.

A notable change to Ensō, however, is as easy to find as looking up. Literally. Several floating land masses can now be seen high above the island itself- too far for anything distinguishable to be made out and too far for those capable of flight to reach. Those who watch these masses may be interested in how, over the course of a day, these strange masses seem to change shape entirely- almost as if they were simply a very unique cloud coverage that seemed ready to become a permanent fixture overhead.
Much like Ensō, Monsun sees little wear, past the additions of many felled creatures. Again, a party of Jormun are slowly navigating their way about the island-- though if they get to the corpses before Monsun’s native meat eaters do is anyone’s guess. In the stillness of the coming days, the usual monster attacks will seemingly dwindle to nothing-- even a god of Balance seems to understand the need for recuperation.

Additionally....
Though the Storyteller is once again nowhere to be found, exhausted adventurers will find three MREs in their packs, for anyone who could use a day off finding and preparing food. Currently, it's the best they can offer- though the Jormun promise that they will have their own spread to share after finishing collecting their dead.

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Event Specifics

[ ♆ ] The 30th will see the return of any who may have died throughout the duration of the event. All revived characters will awaken at the Storyteller’s temple; remember, if your character has died, let us know here!

[ ♆ ] Item trades with the Jormun can be found on the OOC plotting post here! The number of Jormun available will dwindle through the following weeks, leaving entirely on the 10th of February. Even if you were only recently accepted, you are free to participate!

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Comments

[alittleditty]

Oh for-

[Ugh if she had a Grimoire she could at least try a Psychick spell. How can he be so nonchalant about this?]

Unless you're waiting for someone already, your payment for the first can be to get some proper medical attention!

[postictal]

I'm pretty sure that's not how exchanges for goods and services usually works.

[If he were the type to smile at that, he doubtless would by then. As it is, he just looks mildly sheepish, of all things.]

I'm lucky, okay? Not everyone made it out, and I did.

[alittleditty]

I'm Ul'dahn, born and raised, thank you very much. I know how transactions work!

[It's hard not to feel a little patronized, even though she knows that's probably not Tim's intention.]

I also know that injuries like those need to have a doctor or healer look at them. Or else that luck may not last!

[postictal]

[Screwed that one up. He wilts a shade under that. Probably deserved the reminder; when your sense of humor is as dead inside as the rest of you, it probably doesn't come across as humor at all. Maybe he's too used to Chara's brand of it, soaked in bile and ridged with a cutting edge.]

...yeah. Yeah, I know. I just - there's people in worse shape right now. I'll live until then.

[Someone stop this ridiculous man.]

[alittleditty]

[SHE'S TRYING. She's really trying.

There's only so much one can do with someone who's in a mood like this though. And she knows from experience. You can keep fighting a battle, and waste a whole lot of energy in the process or... you can mitigate things.]

At least let me see if there's some kind of tea I can make, to help with the pain.

[She can't make her special tonic here, but there's several people here studying herbs and the like. Had to be something she could get.]

[postictal]

You really got something like that?

[Tea is low-stress and low-effort enough to the point where he...it wouldn't really count as energy exerted on her behalf. And besides, it's probably going to help her out some too. She looks like she could use some kind of bracing routine.]

[alittleditty]

Not at the moment, but several of us have been studying herbal remedies and the like. I've been meaning to put some together anyway.

[Because judging by how he's acted so far, if she made it obvious she's doing this for his sake, then it'll be like pulling teeth all over again.]

Did you know I actually had a special tonic of my own invention, back on my own world? To help those Scions who refused to stop overworking themselves.

[postictal]

Is that some subtle commentary on my, uh, current state of being?

[Not that he'd blame her, really, but he can't really claim it's a state of being overworked, per se, as it is a state of being significantly less talented in a straight up brawl than many of his peers. Which, thank god?]

[Thank god.]

[alittleditty]

If you think it is.

[Which is to say yes, that's exactly what it is. Whether he thinks so or not, he's clearly pushing himself past his breaking point, endurance-wise. Everyone had to keep their own limits in mind.

But she'll let the matter lie for now. Aside from looking for some tea.]

[postictal]

Everyone was kind of working pretty hard to not die. And, I mean, I didn't.

[So bonus? He's not sure he deserves the credit where that's due, however; really, that's on his secondary, lesser self, for not being completely fucking reckless on top of everything else.]