lifeaftr | April Intro: Better Get to Digging

INTRO LOG: APRIL

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

Waking up to the gentle proddings of what appears to be very curious, sentient trees isn't the worst wake up call LifeAftr has to offer. For our newest arrivals, however, it may be a tad…odd.

Situated in the valley between two mountains, Elower is a scenic village filled with the friendly Roaka, tree-like beings that are rather peaceable and happy to assist those who have just arrived. I'’s a peaceful location for one to start their adventures - though, unfortunately, it doesn't stay peaceful for long.

Cahypdo: You'll Bury Me Low
Those who have explored the new island of Cahypdo in the last month will undoubtedly recall the series of quakes that shook the island throughout March. With the arrival of LifeAftr's newest adventurers comes Cahypdo's largest tremor to date, striking without warning and more than enough force to throw even the steadiest and sturdiest of your number to the ground. With a low rumble, the mountains heaped on either side of the island will start to shed an abundance of slag and debris, pouring down their slopes. Anyone who's scaling those peaks risks being flung bodily off them when the outpouring of shale comes roaring down those mountains, and anyone at the mountain bases risks being crushed beneath.

As one might expect, unsuspecting newcomers aren't all that have been shaken up. Though protected by netting and retaining walls, the cliffs around and above the village of Elower can only take so much pressure before giving way - a threshold that has been crossed entirely. With a sound like thunder, rocks fall.

Everyone dies?

Only if you don't act quickly. Roaka housing is sturdy in build, enough to protect a decidedly less sturdy body from all but the heaviest of boulders. Hiding inside any of their village constructs built into the sides of the mountains will certainly save you from taking a new weight onto your shoulders. They will not, however, save you from being buried alive.

For those who become trapped inside any of those abodes, your options appear limited. Work to free yourself, or wait for help to arrive. Though, speaking of help, those outside may think to offer the Roaka a helping hand in getting their trapped people - and yours, at that - a few breaths of fresh air.

Before you suffocate.

Cahypdo: Stay Acting Brave
Such seismic activity will also stir up the local wildlife, of course. Those unfortunate enough to come across them will recognize the restless shark-dragon hybrids, hydrac, now prowling across the shorelines, while the wickedly fanged wabbits will also be far more frequent, traveling in larger numbers in the jungle and at the bases of the mountains. Taking care to avoid them would be wise - though another creature may make that venture much more difficult.

Lorbies have been unlocked in the bestiary!

A strange mix between owl and serpent, the recent quake has clearly startled these usually reclusive creatures into the open. Alone, a lorby is a rather skittish animal, prone to hiding from most perceived threats. Useless for food due to the toxicity of their flesh, lorbies do have the potential to be tamed...but this comes with its own risks.

A lorby may be prone to flight rather than fight when encountered solo, but in groups, these feathery critters are far more hostile. A defensive lorby emits a piercing cry alone, but a group is an almost ear-piercing experience, capable of rendering the unfortunate unstable on their feet at best, and unconscious at worst. For the days that follow the severe earthquake that so rocked everyone's foundations, any hope for silence is lost in the infrequent bursts of almighty screeching by colonies of lorbies who have so rudely had their homes overturned and disturbed.

While the lorby is omnivorous, it may not think to take a bite at anything so much larger than them. That doesn't mean that conflict with these fluffy creatures won't attract something much more willing to take advantage of the fact that you may or may not have been reduced to a prone sack of meat. If something else does arrive, you best hope that it's a friendly face.

If you're interested in keeping a lorby for your own, bear LifeAftr's companion limit in mind - two per character, and no more. The lorby is omnivorous and can survive off of most odds and ends: insects, fruits, berries, critters it can dig up in the sand, and more. However, the process of trying to tame a lorby is not always successful. We recommend use of a d10, with the following guidelines:

Rolling a 10: Critical success! This lorby will love and adore you, and may even feel comfortable enough to drape itself along your neck like a beautiful, furry scarf, churring softly all the way.
Rolling 7-9: This lorby will prove high-strung and timid, even if safely befriended, and will take several weeks to warm up to you. But once it does, it's yours!
Rolling 2-6: Failure. The lorby enters a state of distress and starts screaming. Hope you brought earplugs, or you'll be snoozing for several long hours for your efforts.
Rolling a 1: Critical failure. Not only does the lorby start screaming, but its panic attracts a colony of its friends, and they all start screaming too.

Bear in mind that these are only guidelines; you are free to predetermine successes or failures as you'd like, presuming your character can sustain the companion! Our discord channel has a room for dice-rolls, if you prefer.

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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He stares at her for a good half minute before he can muster a response to that.

It turns out to make more sense than he first thought.

"...no wonder you got along with them. The Reds and Blues." It...maybe it doesn't have to do with forgiveness. Just coming to terms with something, accepting that it was a shitty situation, and moving on instead of clinging to it unrelentingly? That was what had made them extraordinary, in some ways. They wouldn't dredge up years-long vendettas, not really. That wasn't their style.

Tex doesn't respond to that, just gives that little head-tilt that in armor indicates someone raising their eyebrow. Then she shrugs.

"Maybe you're right. I don't know."

"They were the same way. You say you're sorry, and that's enough for them." That's...how it feels, anyway. Do they forgive him? He doesn't know. The Reds, at least, are...he's never really asked. It's hard to say if they'll ever be okay with what he did in his role in trying to re-obtain Epsilon, regardless of Donut's unexplained recovery.

It's just never come up.

"Well, there was more to it than that. I did crack his ribs, remember."

Though he'd been going out of his way to be a complete shit at the time.

"How could I forget."

There's no graceful segue to take them from one topic to the next, so he only sighs and lets it happen.

"Look. Church and I are camped out in one of the homes on the islets. I don't know how things are...likely to be between you and him, if you're going to be okay sharing a space, or what. But for my part, the offer's open."

Her eyebrows go up. Thoughts of continuing down the slope are forgotten momentarily. She may have gone out of her way to express her forgiveness to Washington, but that doesn't mean she expects to be accepted.

"You sure?"

"It's simplest, right?" He lived with a kid for a little bit, and now it's just him and Church and a tigerlily that wasn't really supposed to be Wash's, but is now, and there's no avoiding that.

"'Long as you're not allergic to cats. Or lilies."

"I'm not allergic to anything, as far as I know."

She shrugs, then looks off to the side somewhere.

"I think I need to quit."

That catches him; leaves him blinking behind his helmet, his head tilting to one side. There's a hefty pause before he ventures:

"Wh - this? The...do you mean in general, or just right now?"

She huffs. "Don't make a big deal out of it, all right? This body just woke up from a a coma two months ago. I'm still recovering. So yes, I mean this. What we're doing."

"Coma."

That is...going to be a story for another time, he can tell. Probably. Maybe? He has no idea. Most of his memories of Tex involve her being understandably cagey, but the entire context of their dealings have shifted to a scope he can't entirely parse. Not until he has a more complete understanding.

"Well, don't burn yourself out. I should probably...well, if Maine's here, I should try and find him."

"I won't."

She definitely will, but at least she's good at denial.

"Do you want these?" she asks, indicating the rope and the saw.

"I probably won't need them, but if you want me to hold onto them, sure."

He's pretty sure that if he finds Maine somewhere, it's not going to be trapped under anything. It would take a landslide of truly unfathomable proportions to manage that.

"I'll take them, then." She opens the knapsack to shove the stuff back in. She shoulders the bag again and then she's off—without so much as a farewell.

April Intro: Better Get to Digging

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