April Intro: The Flower Ripens in its Place

[lifeaftr_mods]

INTRO LOG: APRIL

Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: April 3rd and onward
Where: Ziziphus
Warnings: Mark as needed!

A9: Sow the Seed
Unbeknownst to new arrivals, the archipelago of LifeAftr has recently seen the appearance of a new island, as chosen via voting - and they have been unceremoniously placed there instead of upon Ensō, where most newcomers would typically appear. It's probably for the best that the island of Ziziphus is so outwardly peaceful. There are worse places to find yourself, all things considered. The mana pool glimmers with a greenish light, the stone ring containing that peculiar fluid set firmly into the earth. The surrounding land fits neatly into that general aesthetic: rippling fields stirred by the occasional crisp breeze alternate between amber-golden and rich, verdant green in coloration, and irregular patches of color signify the presence of a great deal of flowers of all sorts.

It's a peaceful scene.

We're sure you're all about to make it go horribly wrong.

B9: Reap the Harvest
For the unluckier, or the more adventurous, something far less tranquil awaits. Perhaps you woke up on this particular map square instead, or you saw fit to journey a little farther, just to see what might happen. In any case, you'll quickly discover that this may not have been the best idea, when an ordinary grassy mound abruptly detaches itself from the ground, hauls itself upright on bristling legs, and starts scuttling near.

SPINDLANKS have now been unlocked in the bestiary.
What might initially appear to be a leafy hillock will very quickly prove to be something far more...mobile, if you get close enough. That clump of grass and red ferns will abruptly hoist itself up on six vine-like tendrils, crawling for its prey like a very large, mossy spider. While it's fully capable of swiping at its foes with its massive, leafy arms, the spindlank's favored method of dispatching its prey is simply to scuttle forth until it's positioned directly above you and drop down. If its weight does not crush you and choking on the clods of earth doesn't smother you, don't worry; the spindlank intends to eat you alive with a set of fleshy jaws set deep in its center, buried somewhere in its underbelly.

For despite their appearance, spindlanks are very much carnivorous. Their size can vary from anywhere between six and ten feet tall when their appendages unfurl entirely. They are, in essence, very large plants, and thus can be easily dealt with, if you can burn them.

Just try not to get overwhelmed.

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All new arrivals will awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!

As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.

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Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!

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Comments

[demonpuppy]

Silent tears start to spill into quiet sobs, Chip's grip on Tim tightening even as they flinch inward. Too scared and confused to really process who is holding them, what it means, even where they are.

"I-I'm sorry..." They suck in shaky breaths, trying and failing to calm themself before they set themself off again. "I-I didn't mean to, I didn't want to, I'm sorry--!"

[postictal]

"It's okay. I'm fine, okay?" He's had worse. They've seen him with worse. He's had a knifepoint thrust into the warm red glow of his soul and he got up and walked away from that, albeit months after the fact, so this - this is almost nothing, right?

He's been bruised by worse.

And more important is the fact that they're still crying.

"Are you okay?"

[demonpuppy]

"I-I'm--"

Are they okay? Why would that matter? Why would that matter, it's not them that's hurt, that was threatened or attack or God knows what else. Why would that matter?

Chip hiccups and looks up at Tim, their vision blurry from tears but they can still see him and there's no angry scowl, no fearful gaze, no disappointment or judgement. Just...

They swallow hard, and nod once.

[postictal]

"Okay."

Physically, they seem...fine. That's the important bit. In times of crisis, you take care of the quiet ones first, and they're only just now quieting.

"That thing was gonna grab me if you hadn't made sure it wouldn't."

He's not certain it would have killed him, but he would rather take bruises over whatever kind of punishment the spindlank was prepared to mete out. He prefers a form of injury he can understand - one that was unwillingly and unintentionally given.