lifeaftr | March Intro: Let Loose Your Glow

INTRO LOG: MARCH

Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: March 4th and onward
Where: Ensō (and potentially Monsun)
Warnings: Mark as needed!

With a quiet month behind them, those on Ensō will be greeted by the new month with even more quiet days, weather only just beginning to take a turn for the immensely hot as summer begins to loom on the horizon. For our newcomers, this is also the scene in which they’ll find themselves waking; washed up on the island's shores, meeting interesting people, missing some key items, and gaining some new ones.

This peaceful time to greet one another and collect yourself won't last long, however. As the sun begins to rise into the sky, the quiet air will be disturbed by shrieks of surprise, dismay - and triumph. There is no new creature set to wipe out all life, no elevator from the sky, or clown box to chain. No. This month, the new arrivals have been set upon by Ensō's deadliest and most ruthless creatures.

Their fellow adventurers.

Ensō: Give Me One Drop
Last month, adventurers eagerly participated in the Storyteller's request to coat the island in protective ink, one of many steps the local god has been taking to keep Ensō, and its occupants, safer than they have. However, a great many variables to account for inevitably leads to something falling through the cracks - such as what to do when new arrivals arrive on these heavily protected shores.

Though they’ll have time to "automate" this process in the coming months, for now, the Storyteller once again humbly requests some assistance. Nothing harmful, of course, but...well, it does need to be done. In order for the new arrivals to be protected and not considered a threat by the local contingent of flocking, fluttering pages flying on the breeze, they'll need to come in contact with the base material that ties these protections together, and a lot of it. That base material being ink.

Which is where our more settled adventurers may step up to the plate. Though the purpose here is unstated, the return of the...equipment that was initially provided to paint the island sends a message all of its own: the Storyteller is happy for you to "assist" these new arrivals by any means necessary.

Welcome to LifeAtr, dear newcomers. Please excuse this very necessary, absolutely reasonable hazing. At the very least, all signs of ink on your personal items - and person, at that - will fade away within twenty-four hours.

And of course, the option to retaliate is yours for the taking, if you can find a bucket or water gun. There happen to be quite a few lying around on the beaches when you first wake - and they're all loaded, too.

Monsun and Ensō: As the Heavens Set Fire
Those of you who have been with us for some time may remember a time when a rather costly item request was involved in placing a mana pool on Monsun's western desert half, so as to bypass the verdant east. The mana pool in question seems to have been...lost, for the time being. It's not clear what happened to it.

Until now.

You see, Monsun didn't take kindly to you throwing its idea of balance out of balance. With the artificial placement of a mana pool on the western side of the island, it seems that hardly anyone would have any reason to visit the east, and that simply won't do. When the landscape shifted, the mana pool wasn't just lost - it was broken, its stone containment shattered, scattering its magical, greenish fluid to the sands.

It's just terribly unfortunate that it was some of Ziziphus's displaced population that were the ones who found that precious mana first. Ziziphus's creatures are most notable for being an even blend of plant and animal. Thus, they could soak up those juices by their roots...and flourish.

Have you yet encountered a rootwyrm - the plantlike dragon with entirely too many legs, bowed beneath the weight of its turtle shell and shelled in bark? Or perhaps you've had to contend with a plant beast, with its hissing lunge-attack and gaping, toothy maw. Several members of those innately hostile flora-fauna - the scrambling spindlanks, the shambling shrumal ogres - have had enough of you adventures crawling all over their territory, and are seeking to retaliate. It's not immediately clear how some of them managed to reach Ensō...but rest assured, several have.

Perhaps you'd be inclined to call these variants something catchy, like...a Rootwyrm +1, for example. Whatever the case, you can be assured that these "improved" variations are larger and stronger than their ordinary counterparts and tend to regenerate damage, having sustained the mana pool's "recharging" capabilities. And, because mana pools have multiple uses, they can also teleport - which would be how they've managed to reach Ensō, despite originating on Monsun. Thankfully, they're fairly distinctive and might be easy to avoid from a distance. They're larger and more vividly colored, for one, though they're also much more hostile by nature. It's likely they'll require a significant amount of teamwork to be successfully taken down, or at least driven back to Monsun.

Let that be a lesson in where you ask to set down your mana pools.

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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[Oh nooo, more ink on his shirt! Luckily it's the sort of ink that fades, otherwise he'd still be blue and speckled.]

Haha! I see how it is!

[Of course he's kept his own 'weaponry', all four ink guns. Of course he's unable to resist, rising to the unintended bait and shooting at this newcomer (a complete stranger!!), aiming for the face. Rest in peace, you poor monkeydude.]

[By this time, Zidane's worked out what the ink gun does and he was wondering if it would stop those damn flying papers but he has aimed wrong - and it ended up on Hector.]

Oh! Sorry, man - huh?

[Wait.....is it just him or is that a skeleton? Who has just talked?]

[Okay, the guy isn't firing back a second time and that takes all the fun out of it. He shrugs, sheepishly, and stops. Maybe he shouldn't be so triggerhappy with the ink... oh, well.]

Don't worry, it'll fade!

[There's that odd deja-vu feeling again, the one that happens with some new arrivals. Feels like he's met someone with a tail before. A weird tail, too. Looks out of place on a guy who's otherwise human??]

[Yep. A talking skeleton. And yet aside from the fact he sprayed ink on him, he doesn't seem to be harmful. Well, so far, anyway.]

It will? Even though it's ink? [Not that he minds having to wash off the ink he's got on himself. There are far worse things that could have happened.]

[He doesn't look like he could be harmful. Old dry bones, yellowed and fragile, barely holding themselves together. Not that it'll stop him inking the unsuspecting!]

Magic ink. It'll keep those flying papers away.

Huh, I figured it would. I never knew it was temporary though. [Then again, if it's magic....

And he glances at his ink gun fascinated.] Either way, it's pretty harmless. [And there's a smirk.] It's not as if you can't have a little fun with it either!

[And he could show off his dodging skills. So there!]

That's the spirit!

[Great minds think alike, or something. The monkeydude gets it now, which means it's time to shoot him in the face again, while he's off guard.

And then, of course, he makes a run for it.]

Ooooof! [And there he is covered in ink. Sneaky move. After shaking his head to get some off some of the ink, he smirks.] All right - it's on! [And yep he's going to run after you, Hector!]

[He's speedy for a guy who seems like he might tumble to pieces every time a foot hits the ground. And his aim is not bad, ordinarily, but he's not bothering to aim. Who cares, there's no winning or losing!]

[Zidane is also quite fast and it's possible for him to catch up. But wait, he has an idea! How about he tries to hide up that tree when he's sure Hector won't notice? That might be an idea. Then he can aim for a sneak attack! Zidane considers this and will try to slip up the nearest tree when he thinks he has the opportunity.]

[It seems he's not thinking monkeylike enough to expect the kid to go up a tree. Soon as it sounds like he's not being chased, he stop running himself and spins in a circle on one foot. Huh. Nobody.]

Hey, come back! I won't shoot you again!

[The stupid shit-eating grin on his face says this is probably a lie. But a fun one!]

[Zidane can see the grin. And just as well. He'll wait until Hector has his back turned before making his next move.....]

Awwwwww but I was just getting started!

[Either Hector doesn't turn around quick enough and gets splattered at the back or he does turn around and either gets splattered in the face or just dodges it. Either way, he'll see Zidane hanging on the branch with his tail and a very mischievous smile as/after he pulls the trigger.]

[Ink is on his face, but not in his eyes, which means he can keep shooting.]

Give it up! I'm dead, you can't stop me!

[Héctor's... firing at the kid's tail. Haha, ink in the fur, that can't feel good. He's got excellent aim, it seems, when it comes to things like ink fights and firing your own arm like an arrow. Isn't it nice to see someone use their talents for a good cause?]

[Zidane expected Hector to spray ink at his face. The skeleton aiming for his tail though is a different story and it catches him off-guard.] WHOAAAAAAAAAAH! [And because he didn't anticipate it, his tail unwinds from the branch and he falls to the ground. Luckily, it's not very far and he lands on his butt.]

Owwwww.......[And slowly he gets up, rubbing the seat of his trousers. He's not sure whether to be impressed by that or annoyed that he didn't see that coming.]

[That was... not what he expected, ouch. He has the decency to look concerned, instead of carrying on shooting. Wouldn't want to be obnoxious or anything, har har.]

...uh, you okay? Did that actually hurt?

[Because what does he know about tails??]

[Uh....what? There's a deadpan look here.]

.......Well, I did land on my ass. [His tail doesn't hurt at all. It just didn't occur to him that Hector would target that part.]

Sorry, I didn't think you'd let go.

[Fun's probably over, the moment is lost. Oh, well!]

Well uh.......it was unexpected, I had to admit. [And he feels sore - no pun intended - about saying this but...] ......Well played, I guess?

March Intro: Let Loose Your Glow

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