lifeaftr | February Undercurrent: Behind the Curtain

February Undercurrent: Behind the Curtain

FEBRUARY UNDERCURRENT

Who: Everyone!
What: A sea of clouds in the moonlight...
When: February 3rd to February 15th
Where: The Floating Islands above Ensō
Warnings: Please mark anything as it comes up!

The Earth is Spinning

Far above all your heads, suspended impossibly over Ensō, there is a scattered collection of strange floating islands. Almost two years ago, adventurers had the opportunity to visit them when the heat of the phoenix-sun of LifeAftr burned away the clouds that shielded them. This time, it will be Water that gusts those clouds to the side - clouds are, after all, a form of water. Once more, these islands will become accessible. Just like before, all islands are accessible via mana pool - but those of you capable of flight will be able to reach them without needing those helping hands.

Additionally, the islands will be hanging very low over Ensō, casting noticeable shadows over much of the landmass, and parts of them will be trailing to the ground. Ladders, long tresses of ivy and vines, and ropes hang off the edges of these islands to brush against Ensō's floor, to make for easy climbing. You might also find that some of these trailing protrusions might take a more...active approach. If someone walks by, you might very well find yourself grabbed by these vines or ladders and more or less hoisted up to the floating islands, whether that was your intention or not. It's almost like they want you up there, for whatever reason.

This time, these islands will not be subject to the whims and desires of the islanders. The landscape will not shift to accommodate your memories and thoughts. This time, when travelers reach the islands, they will find that they have formed into four distinct locations. Each of the four islands are separate and more or less their own small patch of land, visible but quite isolated from all the rest.

Just like before, the mana pools will be more than slightly glitchy for the duration of this event - it is entirely possible that someone simply attempting to travel by them, or stay near them to rejuvenate their energies will find themselves whisked up into the landmasses hovering in the sky. It seems that these islands have an inherent effect on the mana pool network.

The Water will communicate to all adventurers in whatever way possible that they are strongly advised to visit the islands above, if they seek answers. Those who pass near bodies of water on any island will likely hear the Water's quiet urging to do just that. Though even if they don't listen, there's every chance that they might end up there anyway!

So what are the islands up here like, this go around? Funny you should ask...

The Island of Stone This first island is the biggest of the five, and also the most central. It is the one you are most likely to end up upon if you travel here by accident. Much of it is comprised of a terrain of earth and stone. The upper clouds frequently gust through the area, lending it a strange and otherworldly look.

Immediately behind the mana pool, travelers will see a large carving mounted on a stone dais. It appears to be in the shape of a bear, carved from oak wood. Its eyes are set with a pair of emeralds. Below it is written a name: ZEMJIN.

On this island, travelers will find what essentially amounts of a great deal of building blocks. Almost all of them are different types of earth and rock - from sandstone to fired clay to granite to obsidian to even some of your less common materials, such as iron or titanium or gold - and a great variety of sizes and shapes.

Each of these blocks defy ordinary size and weight restraints; as long as they remain on the island, virtually anyone can pick them up and move them around as you please, regardless of how much you should be capable of lifting. You can build tall structures of diamond or small huts from marble - the only limit is your imagination!

Well, that and reason. If any of your building materials fall off the island, they'll almost immediately dissipate into nothingness. However, there's nothing stopping you from building a bridge to another island...and that'd work, too.

The Island of Color This island is one of the most striking, as once one sets foot on it, they will note that it's almost entirely devoid of color. At least, all the solid parts of it are. The island hosts broad boulders, grassy meadows, beautiful trees...but they're all in shades of gray and white, save for the spot just behind the mana pool.

There, travelers will see a small statue mounted on a stone dais. It appears to be in the shape of a seal, a delicate shape made from expertly carved and polished sunstone. All around it, bright golden marigold flowers are in full bloom. Below it is written a name: JARUSKA.

Further inspection reveals that the island isn't entirely colorless. In fact, all over the island, one can find deep wells that look as though they might contain water. Instead, they contain color, in every shade imaginable. One simply has to lower the bucket into the well, concentrating on the color they'd like to see, and when hoisting it up, they'll find it filled to the brim with it. The wells are lined with buckets and primitive, oddly skeletal tools with which one can use to decorate this island to their heart's desire.

Fill in the empty outlines! Use inks and powders to breathe new life into this monochrome land! The entire space is your blank canvas, and you don't even have to indulge in conventionality - you can very well make the grass pink and the trees blue if you like.

The only real drawback is the capacity of these colors to stain. They're rather inconveniently bright and tend to glow, and only sustained scrubbing will remove them. The color tends to bleed into whatever you touch, if you don't do a thorough enough job of washing all that away, even if you depart this place.

What's more? You can use these colors to paint new structures into place. You can paint new trees, new flowers, new anything of any color you like. Such as, say...a bridge to another island.

The Island of Stars This island is among the most striking, and will probably be quite visible from a distance. Once one sets foot upon it, it'll be obvious why: the landscape here looks like an inverted night sky. The ground is a deep, swirled pool of blues and purples and blacks, stippled with bright pinpricks. It looks very much like you're standing on the night sky itself.

Immediately behind the mana pool, travelers will see a small statue mounted on a stone dais. It is in the shape of a turtle, an artfully crafted likeness made from the deep indigo blue of polished iolite. Thready blooms of red-and-green tillandsia sprout about it in colorful abandon. Below it is written a name: TSAMAYAR.

All around this island, twisting pathways, roads, and tunnels unravel in and around the starry landscape. Some are simplistic, and look like they are made of ordinary (if strangely celestial) gravel. Others are made of dark, paved stone. Still others look a little like they're cobbled with fancier materials, such as polished obsidian or marble.

And all over, you'll be able to find a vast collection of rather primitive but nonetheless fully functional bicycles, scooters, skateboards, and other forms of self-powered travel. And unlike any of the other islands, if you manage to get these vehicles off the island somehow, and back to Ensō fully intact? You can keep them.

It's no Rainbow Road, but it can make for a beautiful place to ride a bike, take a load off, and simply take in the sights. And, at some point, you might realize that you recognize some of the stars set into the ground. Maybe some of them are constellations you know. And what could that mean, exactly...?

The Island of Webs The final island is the most mysterious, and potentially the most off-putting. It's thick with mist and fog, and almost everything is dead and black, as though all of its color has been sapped away. Only this place doesn't have any colorful pools of ink and dyes to bring luster and life back to its scenery; it is simply bereft.

Immediately behind the mana pool, travelers will see a small statue mounted on a stone dais. It appears to be in the delicate likeness of a spider that has been carved from the rainbow blue-greens of labradorite. All around the statue, heavy twines of ivy have climbed up along the dais and threaded around the spider's legs. Below it is written a name: OSORU.

The most obvious and probably unnerving aspect of this island are the thick webs that hang from almost every surface. Almost everything is draped in limp, dead trailings of a whitish material that seems almost silklike. It isn't sticky; travelers can touch and handle it easily, to no ill effect. More unsettling is likely to be the buildings that can be found on this place - for they are all almost certainly ones that many of you will recognize.

The Storyteller's Temple. Chunks of the city of Ai'tuoh. A windmill from Nuidan. Parts of the sunken city of Tempide, and so many others. All structures that were found in LifeAftr in varying stages of ruin - now in pristine condition. They look as neat and tidy as if they were just constructed, though all are empty.

Perhaps even worse is the fact that those weblike strands seem to have a life of their own. As the days progress, they start to slither toward the island's very edge, straining to try and reach the other islands. You can help them, if you wish, by building or painting bridges between those islands and this one. Because, as it happens, this appears to be what this place wants more than anything - to draw all these separate pieces together, into one cohesive whole.

If you wish to fully uncover the secrets of this island, please let us know if you are interested in NPC interaction in the subject line of your top-level.

Your Eyes are Shining in the Glittering Light

Of course, there's a lot going on in the background as well. You're free to use this log as a catch-all for the duration of February's Undercurrent Event, as well as any of the other minor events listed on our Monthly Rundown post. And, of course, you are always free to create your own individual logs and posts as needed.

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them over on the Questions header on our Monthly Rundown post!

February Timeline

[ ♆ ] February 1st: "Free Real Estate" begins and lasts until February 5th
[ ♆ ] February 3rd: "Behind the Curtain" begins and lasts until February 15th
[ ♆ ] February 6th: "No Yan is an Island" begins and lasts until February 12th
[ ♆ ] February 13th: "A Rainbow, Not a Painbow" begins and lasts until February 29th
[ ♆ ] February 16th: "The Sound Resounds" begins and lasts until February 27th

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1. I'm wide awake - Island of Color
Jaruska. [The marigolds feel soft against his fingers. He gently brushes them aside to see if there's more than a name on the statue's base. Nothing. Keith pulls himself to his feet and turns to face the rest of the island. It looks colorless but the details remain.

So. What were they a god of? Keith stuffs his hands into his pockets like a teenager or college kid on their way to class and starts walking. Deep wells break up the long grass and nestle between the trees.

He makes a beeline for one and stops at the edge. Old buckets that look like they've seen better days and familiar tools. He kneels down to inspect them and picks up a bucket, carefully lowering it into the well.

His mind is blank as the bucket fills with a deep purple. Keith pulls it up and moves back. He sets it carefully away from the well and tries again. Green. A third time. Sunshine yellow. His violet eyes narrow and he glances up as someone comes by.]

Hey, come over here. I want you to get a bucket of color from this well. Let's see what you get.

2. Each day that I wake - Island of Stars
[For a moment when he arrives Keith goes utterly still with his face draining of color. He looks around slowly and breathes out when the stars don't extend above him.] ...Not.

[He goes quiet then ducks his head and starts walking. Whatever he might have said forgotten as he peers at the ground and walks slowly around the island.] What were you a god of? Travel?

I...I can't tell. [He kneels down and brushes his fingers over the ground. Keith freezes. He brushes the gravel aside and peers harder at the ground. It's simple to use the tip of a claw to connect the points he can see. He glances over his shoulder and calls out,]

Hey! Get over here! You need to see this!

3. Caught in your distortions - Island of webs

Osoru.

[He says as he traces the word with his fingers. Keith closes his eyes for a moment and pushes himself to his feet.] Is this where I'll finally get some answers? I've just got questions.

[He turns to face the rest of the island as he reaches for the lantern on his belt. If he needs the extra light he'll have it ready. Thick webs hang down and touch every surface. Keith studies them in passing as he walks away from the manapool and deeper onto this mysterious island.]

Water said...Osoru was the god of fate and of prophecy. Of destiny. They knew the end would come before any of them. Have to wonder if they saw all this happening too.

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You read my mind.

[ Shiro's been watching for a little while, and he's curious about what he'll get. Slowly, he lowers the bucket, and when he pulls it up, it's filled with brilliant red. A smile quirks on his lips. ]

How about that.

[Keith smiles briefly then turns back to the well. That confirms it. He snags a paint brush dips it in the green. One flick of the brush puts paint on the grass.]

Seems like that time we had to paint Ensō to protect it. Remember? We all harassed Lance by drawing on him when he wasn’t looking.

...so this has to be the god of color.

How could I forget?

[ Shiro mirrors Keith's actions, and he sends an arc of red near the green. ]

Looks like we're dealing with a lot more gods than usual with these islands. And that we've got our work cut out for us.

[Water had said there were answers up here. Now that he’s faced with the mysteries. He takes a moment to look around again.]

...yeah. Because Water said almost all of the gods are actually dead. So what is using their powers and trying to act like them?

[ It's a good question. Shiro lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair. ]

Good question. Maybe a little investigation will illuminate things for us.

[Keith leans over the grass and applies more green paint. After a moment he says,] Or at least paint us a better picture.

[The dead pan joke delivered he sobers and looks at the red paint over the grass.]

Umui looked like hundreds of years had passed since we last saw it. Maybe...that's how it really looks now.

You could say that I did.
It was a remote possibility.

[The words stem from a small, scuttling shape that goes crawling up the likeness of itself - a spider, faded white and ghostly pale.]

[Keith stops and turns to face the small spider. He slowly lowers his lantern and clips it back on his belt.]

...did you really die? Or did you go into a kind of status?

Oh, no. I am quite dead.
You're speaking to a memory. But a memory of the god of fate would be rather perceptive.

[He chews on that. It builds questions in his head as he glances around them then back at the memory of a god. Memories have power. He knows that better than anyone.]

So all of the gods we've met. ...they're all memories except for Water and Storyteller. So, if that's the case. What are these islands in the sky? I built a bridge here from the island that I think belonged to the god of color?

The land belonging to Jaruska. They were the minor god of art and creativity.
These islands are the same as their counterparts below.

[The spider rustles up the length of their likeness and perches at the crook of one of the legs.]

They are memories, just the same.

[He glances back the way he came to the bridge he painted to get here. Some part of him wants to have a ship again to go where he willed.

Well. Where he needs to go.]

If they’re the same. Then anything happening here, happens there? Is that right?

Do you speak of things in the spatial sense, or the temporal?

[You'll have to forgive them. They get those things muddled sometimes.]

Spacial but would be good to know if it's connected the other way too.

[The consequences could dire if he messes with things. He's aware of that. But, he has to know exactly what is going on.]

These are different memories than the ones below. You need not concern yourself that they are connected in any intrinsic sense beside the fact that they originate from the same mind.

Whose mind is that? Do you know? [Keith asks as he turns around and looks about him. The threads hanging down catch his eye again. Just what is this island about apart from fate and prophecy?]

Who else? Mnerim's of course.

Of course. [He is starting to wonder if he should repeat the past and turn away from Storyteller. But there is something about both gods that are alive that bothers him.

He opens his mouth then closes it. Keith crosses his arms over his chest.] ...what would happen if I started messing with these islands. Like building bridges to unite them.

You would be restoring them to their natural state.
To the natural state that all these lands seek, in some form or another.

[He painted his way to this island seeking answers. Now he has a chance for more of them. Keith looks back the way he originally came.]

...Okay. All of this should be put right. Leaving it doesn’t feel right. But does it also affect Mnerim? I don’t want to hurt them.

I doubt very much that it will. If they have not noticed that things in this part of their world are amiss, they will soon.

[He looks again back the way he came.] Okay.

I’ll join the islands together. Do they need to be linked to each other or just this one? [It would be good to know before he sets off to put his art skills to the test.]

Should they all be conjoined, you will find that they will draw together naturally.
This world was never meant to be in pieces.

[Keith nods slowly, eyes on the empty space where he would paint the next bridge.] Then...I'll get started.

[He walks to the edge of the land and kneels down. He swipes the brush across the empty space in a smooth sweep of his left arm.]

I already painted a bridge here. I'll just join the other islands together. You said they all are meant to be together. That will be enough right?

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