IC INBOX: JORMUN

[aftrnpc]

   IC INBOX: THE JORMUN

After the islanders' assistance with a rather harrowing event in January 2017, the Jormun returned to the ocean depths - but not without leaving behind a Schovskal through which their allies might contact them. The Schovskal is a large conch shell; standing at five feet high and seven feet long, this mammoth of a shell is set on Islet 4 and can be used to call the Jormun for trading or to assist with sea explorations.

The Jormun are also happy to discuss current islands characters may be exploring and will do their best to offer their assistance where they may, so feel free to blow that horn and wait for a Jormun to visit you from below!

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i wasn't joking

[yourattention]

[Here he is, floating on his raft just off the shore of Islet 4 near the Schovskal.

Theoretically, he blew the shell to ask for some help. Realistically, he brought some joints because he got weed from Ichimatsu and it's rude to ask people for help without offering something in return.]

thank god

[aftrnpc]

[And here's a Jormun, surfacing from the water a short five minutes after Connor had positioned his raft in the water. It is not Munin, however, the look this Jormun gives him is one of friendly recognition- likely one of many who had fought alongside him and others on Chol.]

Well met, land dweller. It is good to see you on the ocean.

[yourattention]

Figured I'd meet you on your turf if I'm gonna ask for a stupidly huge favor.

[He pulls something not weed from his bag, a basket with a lid that contains ten or fifteen charms which were slightly frantically, if lovingly, made for this specific purpose. The materials are a little different - vines knotted around stones he collected from Chol after the sun was back to normal, the only thing he could come up with on extremely short notice to symbolize land and sea coming together.]

First, a gift. I didn't have time to make anything more than this, but I didn't want to ask something of you without offering . . . something.

[He actually? Doesn't want to ask this at all? But he sure said he would so.]

[aftrnpc]

[Webbed fingers reach out to take the basket, lips curving into a smile that shows of every single one of the Jormun's sharp teeth in clear indication of approval.]

These are of excellent quality. I will take them to Munin to distribute amongst our most notable of warriors; we shall wear them with pride. [Congrats Connor your rushed gift just became a sacred symbol of warrior excellence. Holding the basket to their chest, the Jormun looks to him attentively, not in the least taken aback by the mention of favors.]

Tell me, what is this favor?

[yourattention]

[......]

We ran into some trouble, on another island. The people that live there . . . they're not as agreeable as you. We have to break our people out, but that necessitates sailing back or risking the mana pool and I -

[He's pretty sure this Jormun has gone with him on a trip before? It's hard to tell - they look so different from humans he has a hard time keeping them straight since he sees them so infrequently. Either way, it's not exactly a secret that sometimes he idly sails around and calls the Jormun to hang out.]

You know I'm not bad at sailing, but I'm not used to the kind of boat I need to sail back and I've never sailed to that island before. I don't want to ask you to fight, but I do need to ask you to help me get the boat back safely.

[aftrnpc]

[Not a secret-- and also a form of reward for accomplishments down below. After Munin's initial smoking of the peace pipe, so to speak, many had understood Connor to be quite the agreeable land dweller, very...uh, agreeable indeed.]

Hm. It is troubling that your companions have been trapped in such a way. It is not my decision, but Munin will certainly agree to send some of our people to assist your people with the boat.

[The whiskers on the side of the Jormun's face twitch rapidly, glancing down into the water.]

I shall go immediately to report. You will have our answer before the sun sets.

[yourattention]

I'll be waiting - well, actually I'm gonna go back onto the islet over there and light up if anyone wants to join me, but I'll be waiting in this general area.

[Like, Munin probably won't send them all, he figures? So if some of his friends wanna come get stoned, that's a thing he can also offer.]

1/2

[aftrnpc]

[Munin absolutely won't send them all, but the visible brightening of the Jormun's features before they dive back down into the ocean's depths promises more than one companion eager to participate in some dope activity.

Connor why do you make me type these things what have I ever done to you.]

[aftrnpc]

[It takes three-quarters of an hour for the Jormun to resurface once more, announcing themselves by flipping out of the water and landing on the shoreline, some stumbling as multiple webbed feet fail to catch against the dry sand. Others still take their time, swimming into the shallows but going no further.

Looks like Connor's about to make some friends.]

Munin sends her greetings to you, Connor! [The Jormun from before booms, gracelessly flopping down onto the sand beside him.] We Jormun will assist you in navigating the seas; you will take my Schovskala and call us when you are ready.

[yourattention]

[I'd just like to point out that this is all happening because Zero told me to get Munin high, so really if we're gonna blame anybody, it should be Zero.

Anyway Connor takes a second to notice he Jormun resurfacing because he's kinda pleasantly high and not even remotely paying attention, but he waves once they call out. Then he fishes two joints and his lighter from the pocket of his jacket. God bless the Storyteller for his lighter, honestly.]

Heyyy. Do you want some? [He waves the joints around.] I only have these because I'm uh. [What's the word?] Curing the rest of the shit I got from my neighbor.

[aftrnpc]

[You're both sinners don't try and pass the buck here.

To his credit, the Jormun positively light up (hurr) at his offering, webbed fingers reaching for the offered joints and lighter to... light up.]

You are most kind, land-dweller. [And all at once, the area around him is bustling with activity, Jormun gathering close to settle down upon the sand, until not a one remains standing. See, Connor? They're learning.

Learning, in this instance, meaning that they've had more than one situation leading to realizations that whatever Connor is giving them doesn't equate to fantastic Jormun motor skills.]

[forwearemany]

(They cannot summon the Jormun on their own: they have no lungs or mouth with which to blow the Schovskal. However, another they have spoken with, Alexei, has also expressed concern for the fate of the native societies of this world.

It is simple to arrange for him to meet them, to blow the horn.

Now they wait.)

[ideismo]

[Alexei will be there soon enough; the Schovskal is something he's never tampered with, something he's always known to be better left alone, under normal circumstances, but these circumstances are far from normal.

If anything, they're more than a bit dire.

It's a bit overwhelming but not altogether unmanageable; certainly no weirder than the concept of ringing a bell and summoning a jellyfish god, anyway, and if people can manage that where he's from, then he can manage this.

And once it's done...well, waiting indeed.]

You're certain this will work, correct?

[forwearemany]

It has worked on prior occasions.

(They hadn't been there for them, but they know it has.

If it for some reason does not this time, that will be ... disquieting.)

[aftrnpc]

[ It doesn't take long for a Jormun to surface, though perhaps it takes a little longer than usual. The sea is restless. ]

Hail and well met, land dwellers. Is there something you need? [ The shell is used for certain purposes, after all. ]

[forwearemany]

Greetings.

(Though this other says well met, Legion does not think that sentiment will last.)

You are authorized to speak and receive messages on behalf of your people?

[aftrnpc]

( Even bearers of difficult news are still welcomed. These strange visitors are allies, after all. )

I am.

What is it you wish to convey?

[forwearemany]

(Their headflaps ripple for a moment, before:)

This world is dying. Your people are in danger.

[aftrnpc]

[ There's a lengthy pause, because that's a big statement. ]

The gods are moving. So too is the sea...

Do they discuss the fate of our home?

[forwearemany]

Yes.

It is increasingly clear that this world will die regardless of what is done. The gods disagree as the appropriate course of action.

The Storyteller is willing to assist those lifeforms native to this world.

(They chatter. It's a low, growling sound.)

The Historian sees this world as an abomination, and seeks to destroy every part of it. They referred to the sapient inhabitants as "nothing".