[MU] - WEARING OUR VINTAGE MISERY

[story_teller]

[It is not yet time for the monthly Storytelling, and yet, you find yourself by the campfire of your dreams nonetheless. Opposite you sits an antlered polar bear, currently in the midst of massaging their horns.]

[They seem as tired as they sound.]

Many of you have already met with the people known as the Jormun, and learned of the coming death of the sun. I am here to confirm that reality, and the week of darkness that shall be upon us in two weeks' time. [A pink tongue licks at pointed teeth.] Yet again, we find ourselves in the midst of a situation in which none of you have asked to be involved in. However, I can assure that you will not be alone.

The entire world is preparing itself. The Jormun are here to guide and assist, and to be assisted in turn. I will join you in this fight where I can.

For many of you, the shift in climate is something for which none of us were prepared. I would like to open my temple at this time, both as a place of shelter and a safe space for the duration of the darkness itself. You have my word that your safety is guaranteed within those walls

I do not currently have the spare power to ensure you are fed. Take this time and knowledge to prepare as you need.

[Perhaps, it would be worthwhile to mention the potential of loss at this time. There are always those in need of reassurance, and yet. They are not the best figure to seek, in such moments. That much has been made clear in the passing months.]

I shall do my best to converse with you now as you desire. It may be one of the few opportunities available, before the start of this conflict.

If we do not speak tonight, may you keep safe and triumph in your battles.