lifeaftr | June Intro: Let's Sea How Far We've Come

INTRO LOG: JUNE

Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr as the island of Ziziphus begins to crumble
When: June 4th and onward
Where: Ziziphus and Ensō...and Monsun
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Ziziphus: At The Start Of The End Of The World
Since Bliss's destruction, the extensive root network they've threaded throughout every inch of the island of Ziziphus has begun to crumble. June 4th marks the beginning of the inevitable collapse of the island as it starts to sink into the sea...coincidentally coinciding with the arrival of LifeAftr's newest adventurers. Between the dead trees surrounding Bliss's empty husk, great cracks in the earth start to widen, the dead god's absent root system leaving vast gaps underground which simply cannot support the life above.

It almost sounds like thunder rupturing from the ground itself, wild tremors preceding each vicious boom until gaping chasms lay between venturing parties and the safety of the mana pool - only water waits below, for those unlucky enough to lose their footing.

And if the immense pull of mile wide chunks of landmass sinking beneath the waves isn't enough to suck you down, the heavy rain of debris from Ziziphus's rapidly destabilizing edges will certainly help. Want to avoid a watery grave? What you need to do is simple:

Escape.

Sorry, newbies. If you showed up on Ziziphus, you're in for a very athletic entrance to LifeAftr.

Monsun: Just Like Every Other Morning Before
Adventurers aren't the only creatures on Ziziphus attempting to outrun its collapse. Creatures great and small, from the largest spindlank to the smallest tigerlily will be heading south in an attempt to escape the worst of the quakes. Unlike offshore adventurers, however, these poor creatures don't have a mana pool waiting for them to escape through. Their extinction, it seems, is imminent.

Unless you have something to say about it.

Already exhausted from their attempts to get through to and then actively dispose of their fellow god, the Storyteller will break their traditional manner of communication to announce a potential solution to this problem with a single broadcast to the Stones of Far Speech in a strained, weary tone:

"The mana pools on Monsun are now open. If you are willing, save what you can."

True to their word, characters will discover that the island of Monsun will be accessible once more for a short period of time. From prey to predator, obstruction to catastrophe - multiple species of flora and fauna can still be preserved, should you choose to do so.

Be wary of the psychological effects of both sides of the island. Those who are new to our setting and wish to explore, the island of Monsun has a peculiar side effect to its stark divide: the eastern half is rich in resources, but brings out the very worst of you, while the western half is a tumultuous wasteland that accentuates your best qualities. More information on said island can be found on its entry on the Locations page, or its introductory info post.

Due to these efforts, the Storyteller will not be available for contact from the 4th to the 18th of June. Item Requests will also be unavailable at this time. They will, however, make a rather strained announcement to ensure all are aware that access to both Ziziphus and Monsun will cease on June 10th.

Ensō: I Wonder What It Means If It's Gone
The native fauna of Ziziphus aren't the only ones on the move, it seems. Those who wander the shores of Ensō will be delighted to witness the appearance of creatures akin to both turtles and dugongs drifting through the waters, gravitating around the island's eastern coast, rapidly gaining in numbers over the following days.

Kaleidoshells have been unlocked in the bestiary!

With spring close to ending in the archipelago, these peaceful creatures are looking to make good use of their natural nesting areas; hope you're open to sharing the beach for a little while. While a few braver individuals will make their way to the shores between C4 and D1 to begin digging nests, the vast majority won't be coming to shore quite yet.

They do, however, make a very fine sight around the waters of Ensō, especially in the evening. Luminescent, their rainbow patterns glow underwater, drifting mood lights for the increasingly warmer evening breeze.

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.

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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Acknowledged. The Geth were a machine race, created and then destroyed by the Quarians.

(They're awfully candid about that.

Being familiar with machine based life isn't unusual, where they come from, though they do make note of her lack of hesitation.)

...Uncertain.

(Not that it necessarily makes them more willing to trust. Shepard-Commander treated them like a person too.)

[Muffet bows her head solemnly. Monsterkind knew the bitterness of almost losing their people, and had passed on the lesson to those generations that followed. It sounds as though the Geth were not so lucky.]

My condolences on your loss- pitifully inadequate though I'm sure they are.

Acknowledged.

(They stare at her, for several moments.)

Thank you.

Would you care for some company, or would you prefer to be left alone for the moment?

[It's a genuine offer. Muffet doesn't seem to be discomforted by the staring, but she can respect someone's desire for a bit of privacy.]

(That question is harder for them to answer than could possibly be imagined.

They do not wish to be alone. But even if Muffet seems to accept them, this judgement cannot be trusted: it was the same with their former allies.

They chatter, staring at the ground, and don't answer.)

[Muffet doesn't miss the significance to their lack of an answer. It can be difficult, wanting and not wanting something at the same time. She thinks for a moment, then offers a compromise:]

I have some weaving I've been meaning to work on, and that spot over there looks as good as any to sit while I do.

[She gestures at a little flat, grassy patch a small distance away from Legion- close enough to be within easy hearing range if someone wanted to talk, but far enough that they wouldn't really be sitting next to each other.]

I'll just keep working there, and you can speak to me or not as you wish. If you'd rather be alone, you need not even acknowledge that I'm there- and if you ask me to leave, I will.

[She sits down neatly, and pulls one of her half-completed weaving projects out of her pockets, a complicated little work of her own pale purple silk. Legion may notice that she very deliberately sits with her back turned towards them- putting herself in a vulnerable position, a show of trust.]

[Where words don't seem to help soothe them, she hopes that actions might.]

(They don't respond as she speaks, as she moves to sit down nearby, as she turns her back on them to work on a project.

They don't make much of any sound at all.

In fact, they don't do anything for long enough it might be assumed that they'll never do so.

But eventually, if she sits there working quietly for long enough, there will be a series of soft mechanical noises and chattering as a curious Geth comes to peer over her shoulder.)

[She smiles softly but doesn't comment on it, continuing to work steadily.]

[Legion will be able to catch a glimpse of a complicated little square of silk weaving, almost like a sort of tapestry. It depicts, in clear but simple shapes, an island that is quite recognizable as Monsun to those who have seen it previously.]

(They haven't been to monsun.

That said, the process itself is fascinating, so they're just going to linger there and chatter softly.)

[And Muffet is content to spend as long this way as they might need. It's a nice enough day out, after all, and she has plenty of work to do.]

June Intro: Let's Sea How Far We've Come

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We can probably call this wrapped unless you want to do more with it.