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

[thermalwind]

[Keith leans a little bit out of the way to give him a better view of the splattered ink on the ground.]

Have any of the night creatures you killed bled ink and paper? [He'd seen it before in flashes as he'd ran through battlefields but who had caused it? His brows furrow and he shakes his head.]

Just wondering if anything has happened like this before. It didn't on Monsun, but the night creatures could be a different story.

[Wait. Keith's eyes fix on the crumpled paper under his sickle.]

...

[He collects paper and tucks into his pack.] Maybe we'll run into it again later.

[proficienciesouttheass]

Not, ah, not that I noticed? It was kinda dark.

[ Also, Magnus kind of runs into things, most times. It was dark and people needed help, and there were big fucked up monsters to fight.

He thinks, though, and he vaguely recalls seeing some stuff on the ground - both during the week before, and some after the sun rose again. ]

I've seen some of that paper around. It's...weird, right?

What do you think it is?

[thermalwind]

I don’t know. Maybe someone around here knows what this means. [Paper and ink. Maybe he should ask Storyteller. He slips his sickle into the straps on his hip and straightens up.]

If we saw it off and on someone is doing it. Might have been the Jormun but I don’t think so. I was using their weapons the whole time and nothing like that happened from Riptide.

[He pats the sickle made of coral and various bits of the sea.] Has to be one of us from other worlds.

[He offers his free hand. He has remembered his manners.] i’m Keith by the way.

[proficienciesouttheass]

Riptide...fuck, that's a cool name. [ Magnus mumbles under his breath, momentarily distracted from the more serious conversation.

But, handshakes! Yes! How formal! He takes his hand and offers him a hearty but polite handshake, raising his brows when Keith says his name. ]

You're Keith! I'm Magnus. We talked on the rock?

[thermalwind]

We did! Nice to meet you in person. [He gives an honest grin. This guy is pretty interesting.]

I did end up getting enough favors to get light and first aid for a lot of us. [He twists at the waist and taps the top of the lantern on his hip. The liquid without sloshes with his movement.]

There's a lot of first aid kits left. Some of the lanterns. Glad you made it through that long week okay.

[proficienciesouttheass]

Cool. [ He nods, answer simple but he is genuinely glad people are okay. He's not super used to the concept of needing first aid kids, though, if one knew about his experience and his party's designed healer, one would say that Magnus' instincts are kind of wrong.

Anyway. ]

That was kind of a pain in he ass, right? Took way too long. [ Even Magnus got tired at some point! ]

[thermalwind]

Guessing the rebirth process just takes a while. Makes sense it is a giant phoenix...but yeah that was a while.

[It was an eternity in a fight. A week-long siege was not something he had fully understood until they were in the middle of it.]

Here's hoping we don't have to deal with any more sieges. Can't say if that will happen or not. The islands we see seem pretty varied. Monsun was completely different from Chol.

[proficienciesouttheass]

I mean, not right now, anyway. Maybe we can prepare better if it happens again.

[ People did a lot of preparing, but there were still a lot of casualties. Even being who and how he is, Magnus knows that every great battle, there needs to be time to heal and rebuild. And it was specially clear in this place. ]

Yeah, that crazy island stuff. That one's pretty fuckin' weird.