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November Intro: We Used to Think Our Words Were Gold

INTRO LOG: NOVEMBER
Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: November 4th and onward
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Temple: We Built These Walls So We Could Find
With the Storyteller once again regaining control of Mu in the final week of October, the disturbing bleedover of characters' pasts and futures has come to an end; but, as it would seem, some alternative effects have merely been delayed.

The Chamber of Glyphs, which had held steadfast as a link between the physical and metaphysical worlds during last month's event, has finally bent beneath the strain - and, perhaps, due to the Storyteller's increased exertion over both planes. The Chamber, which typically represents a myriad of drawings intended to tell stories, has abruptly become much less tell...and much more show.


Newcomers will open their eyes to a high stone ceiling, punched through with beams of sunlight. Massive stone walls span them on four sides, upon which are endless murals drawn in chalk, depicting island life: a village gathered around a table, feasting; hunters with their bows drawn, chasing down a wild boar; warriors with swords slashing at enormous vipers. Any imaginable tale of wilderness survival adorns the walls, pitching and shifting, almost seeming to animate...

Right out of the walls, in fact.

Indeed, the drawings in the Chamber have come to life, bringing the chaos of their story into the room itself. And they seem quite determined to make your character a part of it. Though startingly lifelike, their features always seem to be fuzzy and indistinct, and their voices a bit too warbled to make out. Whether it be the taste of bitter ink in your mouth when you bite into an apple, or the feel of chalk dust on your fingers as you grip a weapon handed to you, there is a persistent sense of immaterialism in these ghost-drawings and the world they fill the gray corners of the Chamber with. Regardless, they all very much believe that you are a part of the feast, or the hunt, or the battle, or whatever other tale has leapt from the walls. And you are expected to participate.

Of course, any theoretical danger probably isn't real...but do you really want to risk it? After all, it isn't only mundane tales of the faceless that reside here - your fellow survivors, too, have added their much wilder stories to this world. Surely the Chamber would recognize them if they were to be nearby...and remember their contributions.


And Beyond: A Future We Will Never Write
Of course, there are other aberrations throughout the temple to contend with. For newcomers, the major issue appears to be the lack of a front door, while those who have come to visit the temple for any number of reasons will find the front door isn't quite leading to where it should; nor does it seem keen on sticking in one place. The only room within the building that any character will be able to reach is the Chamber of Glyphs itself - but actually escaping the temple may seem a difficult task.
The temple's interior does not help in keeping one's bearings. Though pillars, empty shelves, and even the outline of windows can still be seen throughout the imagery, they appear of have been superimposed into much wider areas of space - the arid, vast wastelands of Monsun. The ash-powdered lands of Chol, still scorched black from the rebirthing of the sun. Even Ai'tuoh, though its streets seem devoid of any life.

Though the eye may believe they have returned to the entirety of the island, other senses may confound and befuddle. Each step is still taken on level stone, the only sounds those of your shoes upon the floor - and the voices of anyone stuck inside with you. Venturing about will prove that these illusions do have a limitation, ending a few miles at most, though the unlucky could easily find themselves exiting one door...and entering a new island room. Exploration could potentially continue on indefinitely - or at the least, until the Storyteller wrangles their temple back into order early the next morning.

Be careful, adventurers. Though cycling through islands you have seen before - the very subject of your stories - there is a chance that those who go too deep will come across a land that is very familiar to some. Twisted remnants of something terrible, heavy with the scent of ash and decay. Bare, blackened landscapes that look as though they may have been blown to fragments. Portions of some foreign and unknown world a powerful strain of dark, volcanic corruption.

If you should find this, it is best to leave as soon as possible. Though the ground may still be safe to stand on, the same cannot be said about the breathability of the air.


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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vagabone: (you go chamaco!)

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[personal profile] vagabone 2018-11-06 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey, remember this guy? He's totally blocking out whatever you said, Lance, and just shooting a big stupid grin your way.

And.

Not saying a thing.

Isn't that weird?

Don't you dare laugh, señor.]
thegoofball: (my gift to you)

[personal profile] thegoofball 2018-11-07 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
[It's...

Yeah.

Weird's a word for it.]


Dude.

[Awkward...]

Are you feeling okay?
vagabone: (so i lost the dress)

[personal profile] vagabone 2018-11-07 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[The grin turns sort of strained and he gives a shrug that rattles all his bones.

No. Not really. And it doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened, especially since the exact same damn thing happened to Lance too.

Oops.]
thegoofball: (a thing of beauty)

[personal profile] thegoofball 2018-11-08 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah...]

Sorry to hear that.

[Well. "Hear". He at least has the decency to not ask how he could die when he's already dead, because he's not completely rude.]
vagabone: (you go chamaco!)

[personal profile] vagabone 2018-11-09 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[He shrugs, again, and gives a big ol' thumbs up. No worries! Everything's fine now, see??

This is not the world's greatest conversation.]
thegoofball: (no one can hide from my sight)

[personal profile] thegoofball 2018-11-12 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Boy is it not. It's also totally not fine, because you died.

Lance makes a face. You poor, poor skeleton.]


How do you even die when you're already dead? [Wait.] You...can't answer that, can you.
vagabone: (little anxious grin)

[personal profile] vagabone 2018-11-12 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[...sure he can, it just takes a little more effort. And it's important, people need to be warned before that thing sucks up someone else.

He's answering by writing it down in the dirt with one skeletal finger. Lazy sloppy handwriting with horrible grammar. Why be a perfectionist about it? Putting something on message rock would deserve a little more effort--writing in the dirt, not so much.]


hole in the air. fell sideways. woke up days later.

[And he scribbles a dark circle for good measure.]
thegoofball: (i feel alive!)

[personal profile] thegoofball 2018-11-16 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Fell sideways? It's still evocative enough to get across.]

You ran into one of the black holes, didn't you?

[Maybe not exactly like a black hole, but close enough that's what it seems like to Lance.]
vagabone: (the boot)

[personal profile] vagabone 2018-11-19 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[He... shrugs. It's a shrugging kind of day. And he's Héctor, when does he ever have a clue what's going on around the freakshow island?

More writing in the dirt.]


wouldn't it eat everything?

[You know, if there really were black holes nearby.]
thegoofball: (no one can hide from my sight)

[personal profile] thegoofball 2018-11-21 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
Well - if it was a real black hole, yeah. But it acts like one, kind of? How it messes with gravity and all of that.

[He waves a hand, as if that...will actually explain anything.]

Next time you should be more careful.
vagabone: (so i lost the dress)

[personal profile] vagabone 2018-11-22 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He's nodding before Lance has even finished his sentence. Yeah. Obviously.]

won't go near it again

[So long as no little girl specters lure him to it.]