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- final fantasy ix: zidane tribal,
- final fantasy xiv: castor westmoore,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- fragile dreams: ren,
- hyper light drifter: the drifter,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- marvel: bucky barnes,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- original: chip abaroa,
- original: erika fisher,
- pokemon sun & moon: guzma,
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- red vs. blue: leonard church (alpha),
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- the good place: michael,
- undertale: asgore dreemurr,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ blue exorcist: rin okumura,
- ✖ critical role: jester lavorre,
- ✖ ffxiv: alisaie leveilleur,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ good omens: aziraphale,
- ✖ good omens: crowley,
- ✖ macross delta: mikumo guynemer,
- ✖ nier automata: 2b,
- ✖ okami: amaterasu,
- ✖ primordia: horatio nullbuilt,
- ✖ red vs. blue: agent carolina,
- ✖ red vs. blue: agent texas,
- ✖ tangled: varian,
- ✖ the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves
August Intro: These Days Are Feeling Dark
INTRO LOG: AUGUST
Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: August 4th and onward
Where: Primarily Nastrandir
Warnings: Mark as needed!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: August 4th and onward
Where: Primarily Nastrandir
Warnings: Mark as needed!
Our lucky new adventurers join the archipelago on a new chapter of our journey, with the new island of Nastrandir playing host to their arrival. With the events of last month leaving many questions in those more settled in LifeAftr, all will find they soon have…other things to think about.
New arrivals may awake at either of the locations listed below. Or they may wander!
A4: Show Me Distraction
In comparison to the warm welcome characters experienced on Io, the land of Nastrindir is not at all promising. The strip of coast hosting the mana pool is a scoop of rock and cliff, and rather unforgiving. To the east, however, it looks as though nearby wetlands leave the horizon lost in a foggy haze. The mana pool is generally a comforting, reliable constant on any island...generally. There looks to be something wrong with this one. The rocks surrounding it are blackened, various spots across their surface almost glass-like under the summer sun. After a brief inspection, most will probably gather that the pool has been set on fire in times past.
More annoying still is the tampering that's occured within the pool. The pool is partially obstructed, due to a blockage of tumbled rocks and boulders that seem to have fallen from the surrounding rocky landscape and toppled into the raised plinth. The choking of the mana water will make return trips to Ensō…inconvenient, to say the least. The rocks are an annoyance that will need to be removed before anyone will be travelling anywhere.
It might feel, to the particularly wary or those prone to paranoia, like these statues are watching you. Like they're representative of something else that might have its eye on you, even now.
Or they might not! It could be all in your head. What's way more important is the local flora in the vicinity. The parts of the land that have soil are currently host to some delightful plants that are known, colloquially, as candyplants. And, yes - they're exactly what they sound like.
While candyplants are somewhat less sugary than their real candy equivalents, it's still not recommended that you gorge on them overmuch. They're probably pretty bad for your teeth, if you have any. Candyplants do keep for quite some time, though - particularly if dried, packed in jars, or otherwise preserved.
Candyplants grow in temperate areas near quantities of fresh water - which Nastrandir has in abundance. Most of them grow in shaded, open areas along the ground, like melons; plants that bear smaller candyfruits may instead behave like grapes and other climbing vines, especially when they would be otherwise crowded out by other ground plants. The plants and fruits are quite harmless, though the sweet, sugary smell that tends to linger around areas of rampant growth during hot weather can cause one hell of migraine.
B4: Snakes Are Biting at My Heels
Those who arrive a little ways away from the mana pool or find themselves daring enough to start exploring will end up on the B4 square, which is closer to the swampy environment more characteristic of Nastrandir's inland. The further east one progresses, the wetter and softer the ground underfoot will get, until you're slogging thigh-deep in freshwater algae and muck. It's pretty dirty work, but it's probably more advisable that you go roaming into the wetlands rather than sticking around in the rockier regions. - especially because those regions happen to be occupied.
That feeling of paranoia that may or may not have settled on the back of your neck on A4 will turn out to be justified. Flickers of motion in the corner of your eye, the sensation of something watching you, the clattering of pebbles and rocks sliding down the sloping inclines on Nastrandir's craggy landscape - all signs indicative that something else frequents this region.
And something does. Something large, scaly, and very hungry.
With thick, scaly hides, large jaws, and venomous teeth, the rocobra is deadly fast despite its significant bulk. Even at their smallest, the rocobra is often as thick as a tree trunk in girth, and can range from thirty to sixty feet in length. Rocobra specialize in draping themselves in a circle, concealing themselves among their surroundings, and waiting for unsuspecting prey to wander somewhere in their coils before drawing tight around them to constrict them into a slow and painful death, so they might be devoured.
The good news is that rocobra only ever hunt and live in solitude; it is highly unlikely you'll find more than one in any one area. Most cannot spit venom, but can deal a paralyzing strike with massive fangs that are just as likely to impale you as they are to poison you. The good news is that they do have a weakness, and that weakness is numbers - when there is more than one target for the rocobra to focus on, it can get hopelessly confused over who it should be striking first, and can be easily distracted and led along by a well-coordinated team or pair. It's advised that you strike it at the mouth, if possible, as those scales can be awfully hard to penetrate.
While the danger rocobra present is very real, that doesn't mean they're completely useless. Rocobra can potentially be harvested for venom, meat, or their tough, scaly hides.
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!
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
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[This was like 500 years ago, but there's no reason to put specific dates on things. He makes a face about it, before shaking his head.]
Sorry, got away from myself there. [It happens sometimes.] I'll have to remember to keep an eye out for wayward children running around.
[It's almost a shame he didn't turn up a month ago, when he was still rocking the Nanny Ashtoreth look.]
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[She snorts quietly and gives a slight nod.] That'd be great. And if you see one, 'bout twelve, their hair braided and band-aids all over their face, tell them that Erika said not to go too far on their own. 'Least not until we know what the hell is around here.
...Also tell them this stuff doesn't count as fruit. [Heading THAT off at the pass, thanks.] Shit, I hope they haven't gotten into it already.
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[Wine is for parties and dinners, long conversations tucked away in the back of a bookshop. Whiskey is for the end of the world, or when he's lonely.
An eyebrow quirks at the pronouns, but it's a vague sort of curiosity rather than anything skeptical; Crowley keeps up with human fashion and music and art, but he's always sort of struggled to wrap his head around the whole gender business. The last time he really paid much attention was in the seventies, and he's sure there's been updates since then.]
Gonna have a hard time convincing a twelve year old not to get into something that tastes like lollies, but sure, I'll keep an eye out for 'em, deliver the message. Does that make you Erika, then?
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Sure does! What's your name, while we're at it?
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Anthony Crowley, I'll answer to either part of it.
[He reads as old enough and British enough that it isn't too weird he might go by his surname. It was relatively common in schools back in the day, and sometimes those things stick.]
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[Aaand that is officially a shit-eating grin. Probably shouldn't have given her any wiggle room.]
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[Crowley sees the shit-eating grin, understands that Erika is teasing him, and in a way, he's responding in kind. His tone is incredibly flat, but there's amusement in the slight quirk of his lips.
But also, seriously, don't try it.]
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[He does not! At least in his opinion. In his defense, he originally picked Antonio, and it wasn't often shortened to anything back then.]
At least you seem normal, I ran into a blue woman earlier, still not sure what to make of that.
[As if he isn't an entire demon.]
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Oh, yeah, I think I've met her! Unless there's multiple blue women around here, which... wouldn't be too big a surprise? Point is, yeah, got some real weirdos here. Probably has to do with the... different universes 'n shit.
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If you really go in for nicknames, I'll take A.J.
[He's used that on occasion, although he still doesn't know what the J stands for.]
Blue, horns, short. Hard to miss, really, but I suppose there could be another one. All this different universes shit is a bit beyond me. [He sighs, runs a hand through his hair.] There's not a decent place to drink around here, is there?
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That'd be her, I think. [And, with a quiet snort--] God, right? It's kind of a lot. And for that, you're gonna want to check out the Denny. [Another vague gesture in the direction of Enso.]
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Not like that awful American diner, is it?
[Crowley's been to American like... once, since 1920s and it was with the Dowlings, so he didn't exactly go anywhere near a Dennys, but he watches enough TV to know of them.]
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Nah, this is, like-- basically a tavern kinda thing. 'Bout the closest we can get to a proper bar around here, y'know? But it's nice, all things considered.
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[Just the concept of America in general, outside of the whole business with Prohibition. That was a great time for a demon. He sent a lot of memos about his work during Prohibition.]
Could be worse, then, if there's alcohol at least. I don't know if I'd make it if there weren't alcohol.
[Crowley...............]
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[She laughs sharply at that, even though it doesn't super seem like a joke.] Oooh, believe me, we got alcohol. The Denny has this blackberry whiskey like... basically all the time, and sometimes people make other stuff for parties or the like.
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[There's plenty wrong with Americans, but there's no need to be an utter bastard right from the get-go.]
If someone's making whiskey, does that mean there's a distillery set up?
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