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[MU] - I CAN FEEL YOUR PULSE IN THE PAGES
[The night of October 24th, you will once again find yourself in the abstract familiarity of Mu's dreamscape. The erstwhile Storyteller, who has been up until this point fairly recalcitrant, takes the shape of a snow-white owl with a pair of shrunken, reindeer-like horns curled out from either side of their head.]
[They perch in front of their tome, at the site of a roaring campfire in the center of their Temple. For once, the ever-present sound of waves has been silenced; there is nothing but the guttering of flame.]
I have been hard at work.
[They address you without preamble or apology.]
And once again, I have let time...slip.
I have been writing, you see. A story. Your story. Your collective stories...every step you have taken since you arrived here. I find that it helps me focus and, more interestingly, it helps me remember.
And so, yet again, I must ask your help. I will not demand it - you need not offer it if you do not wish it. But I wish to know, if you would offer...how would you dictate certain events to those who arrive on our shores? What would you deem important that they know?
If you would aid me in this, I might start to remember more...more than I have been.
And as time has proven slippery, and as it has continued to evade me, I wish to extend the choice for you to offer your stories to me in the waking world, in person. You needn't wait every night, and you needn't share those stories in front of others if it does not suit you. You may speak your offerings as you have the wherewithal to share them, and ask of me what you will of them.
But in that respect, I feel I must ask you: do not request of me what you cannot already make with your own hands. My power is limited, after all.
[They perch in front of their tome, at the site of a roaring campfire in the center of their Temple. For once, the ever-present sound of waves has been silenced; there is nothing but the guttering of flame.]
I have been hard at work.
[They address you without preamble or apology.]
And once again, I have let time...slip.
I have been writing, you see. A story. Your story. Your collective stories...every step you have taken since you arrived here. I find that it helps me focus and, more interestingly, it helps me remember.
And so, yet again, I must ask your help. I will not demand it - you need not offer it if you do not wish it. But I wish to know, if you would offer...how would you dictate certain events to those who arrive on our shores? What would you deem important that they know?
If you would aid me in this, I might start to remember more...more than I have been.
And as time has proven slippery, and as it has continued to evade me, I wish to extend the choice for you to offer your stories to me in the waking world, in person. You needn't wait every night, and you needn't share those stories in front of others if it does not suit you. You may speak your offerings as you have the wherewithal to share them, and ask of me what you will of them.
But in that respect, I feel I must ask you: do not request of me what you cannot already make with your own hands. My power is limited, after all.
[Next month, we'll have a page up as a permanent storytelling post, which you can use to submit stories anytime you like. While there is still a limit of three stories per month, you will no longer need to wait for monthly Storytellings to submit them.]
[Our Item Requests page has received a slight update as well. More basic requests that can be easily made with existing resources will no longer be fulfilled - instead, you can look at our Resources Page for basics such as food, tools, and building materials. Item Requests are still useful for obtaining unique or canon-specific items, or in regaining powers, however!]