lifeaftr | December Intro: Pressure Building

INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: December 4th and onward
Where: All over Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!

It begins on a mild autumn day, one where the breeze is gentle and the sky a deep, cloudless blue. Ensō is quiet as the adventurers that call it (if only temporarily) home begin to awaken and go about their daily business- for those who have been here long enough, this may consist of searching for those new arrivals, undoubtedly lost and likely confused. It is a normal day on Ensō. Then the water starts to rise.

Northern Beachfront: Let Me Get Off the Ground
For newcomers waking on the shoreline and those who have come to greet them, the rapid swelling of the ocean's surface will be immediately noticeable. Just a few, short miles from the shore, the water continues bulging upwards to terrifying heights, obscuring the sun and throwing warped shadows over the majority of Ensō's northern landscape. It towers there, wobbling, inexplicably retaining its shape even as it ripples, flowing, and sends great streams of saltwater streaming over the ocean's surface.

Though the sun is barely capable of piercing the immense mass, those with a keen eye will see...something moving within, coiled far above sea level. Some dark mass, too distorted by the water and the lack of light to solidify into any easily recognizable shape, nonetheless makes its presence felt regardless. All nearby will find themselves stricken with a growing sense of being watched by a gaze that pierces flesh and bone…one that is none too appreciative of what it sees.

Retaliation to this apparent threat is both vicious and immediate. Bursting from the trees and whipping through the air within a tornado of motion, thousands, then tens of thousands of ink-stained pages whip out from Ensō's jungle and across open water like a flock of ferocious birds, striking at the liquid mountain with unceasing fervor.

Now may not be the best time to gawk, adventurers. With this attack, the raised water will begin to collapse - and the giant waves resulting from the sudden upset will bear no mercy for anyone swept off their feet in the churning swells.

Storyteller's Temple and the Rest of Ensō: I See Your Corruption
Those seeking shelter and answers will find them limited in supply, if not entirely absent. For, you see, the mana pools on Ensō have ceased functioning, leaving characters stranded wherever they may be at the time the assault begins.

No safety can be found within the temple walls this day, with more and more black pages erupting from every door and window. Attempts to approach and even push through won't be harmful, or at least not intentionally - rather, the pages will force back anyone who attempts to come between them and their current objective. Those who may not get the message the first time may just find themselves flying quite a ways away.

The above will quickly become the least of anyone’s worries.

Those who remember the rebirth of the sun back in January will not doubt recall the creatures of the night faced during those darkest hours. As the waters around Ensō continue to churn in response to the offshore assault, large waves act as ferries for those precise beasts, clambering onto the shore in droves. Though the sun is obscured in many spaces, these shadowy creatures will always make for the treelines during daylight hours, seemingly sluggish at best under natural lighting.

Unfortunately, the Storyteller will be occupied for quite some time - and once night falls, those deadly beings will be on the hunt.

For the duration of the assault, the islets will remain relatively safe during daylight hours, so long as your character is capable of accessing a boat to travel there. Once night falls, however, they will be as dangerous as the mainland.

Both the shadowy creatures and the risen water will retreat on the morning of December 10th, leaving Ensō silent once more. The hovering pages, however, will continue circling the coastline for some time like great papery seabirds.

The doors to the Storyteller’s temple shall remain closed.

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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Do you want anything? I can bring you out some food or something to drink? [Ignoring the bit about sleeping. Sleep is a tricky thing for Shion at the best of times. He's doing one last check to make sure he hasn't missed any injured people.

He notes the arm, but also the bandage. She's been seen to at least.]

[Castor looks up as he asks, taking a minute to study the boy in the firelight. She considers his question, then smiles and shakes her head.]

Nah, but thank ye for offerin'. I'm due te swap off soon an' I'll get meself somethin' then.

[Her gaze turns back outward, watching for any sign of hostilities.] Don't suppose ye know what these are? These voidsent?

Monsters from the sea. They like the dark. They've attacked before back when the sun died. [He says this like it's a normal thing to say not quite realising she might be one of the very new arrivals. Someone who doesn't know that absolutely nothing is impossible in the vastness of the multiverse.] That was before I arrived here though so I only know what others have told me.

When what happened?!

[ Anything else she'd been planning to say or ask comes to a screeching halt upon hearing what Shion had said. She looks worriedly at the eastern horizon, suddenly wondering if it would lighten again in a few hours time. ]

Oh... [He blinked at her and did his best to give a reassuring smile.] The sun here... It's a phoenix. An actual literal phoenix. So it died and was reborn. As I say I wasn't here, but there are plenty of people who were.

Twelve...

[She turns back to the fire, considering that information. A Phoenix...]

Let's hope it doesn't decide te try for an encore, then, aye?

Twelve?

[He blinks but nodded.] Hopefully not, from what I understood it was a rare occurrence. I arrived during the aftermath.

Aye. Where I'm from, we believe that there're Twelve gods that mind our star and all life upon it. The Phoenix is... Phoenix is just a myth.

Lets hope it stays a rare happenin', aye? There's already somethin' in the water, and I don't feel like fightin' nature on two fronts.

Oh [He nods. One of her gods.] It is just a myth in my first world too though I don't know that much about even the myths.

[They aren't something that have come up in what he has read.] But yes let's hope we only have to deal with one thing at once.

December Intro: Pressure Building

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