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#1


as ever-changing as a heart


The island, once believed lost forever to the sea has returned. 

Yet from the first moment it reappeared it's obvious that something is horribly (or wonderfully) wrong with it. It follows none of the rules that have always been true on this mortal plane. Not a single one of them. 

Everything about the island seems more endless dream than reality. Mountains appear out of sand. A tree is a pine one moment and a birch the next. In the space between heartbeats snow might turn to sun and the rainbow following it might turn to ink and rain down in colorful masterpieces across the horses below. Both time and normalcy have no place on this ever-changing piece of Novus. 

Is it an adventure in the wondrous or is it terrifying?




Welcome to a new element of world-building in Novus. This bit of island, first discovered in the SWP of 504 Spring, has reappeared in the IC world. It is a land that will be changing each season. Some reincarnations of it will be normal landscapes that you might see in real life. Others will be totally strange and push the realm of the real and the surreal into something 'more'. Enjoy and let your muses run wild!


YOU CAN EARN +2 EXP EACH SEASON

For each 'new' landscape of the island you will be able to earn the +2 EXP for an IC event each time you post 4 posts using the seasonal landscape. You can claim it for each season-- this is not a one time use bonus. 

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#2


and a veil shall be withdrawn


The island did not love the icy blue-dark of the sea. It wanted sun, and sand, and life. It wanted the blue sky stretching above it like an endless crown. It wanted, it, wanted---

It wanted to not be broken (or at least to be something less than completely broken).

So the leviathan rose from the depth in waves of snowy froth. The mountain peaks of it brushed up against the belly of that sky-crown in a gentle coo that sounded like hello, hello, hello. What sand had been washed away by the furious sea was replaced with dead-gross knolls and peaked piles of snow that looked like piled up bones from where the ocean wind roared through it. The sun rising low over it turned everything diamond-bright and virgin.

No the island did not love the dark sea at all. When given the choice of something other than time it loved the sky and it welcomed, like all pure new worlds, the touch of life as it returned.

All the birds that appeared on the island settled in bare-boned branches with their throats full of songs. Did you miss us?, they sang as the snow fell on their proud feathers. Always the island would whisper back in the muted way of snow falling on pines:yes, yes, yes.

Prairie deer heard the song too. The last winter elk who had made his home among the doe knew the song in the marrow of his bones and he led his harem across the bridge. Snow reached up to their hocks and still they followed their elk across the sea. Even when a winter storm made the waves leap furiously at the walls of the bridge they followed him. To them that last elk, the god-made beast, was more than just made He was god.

And when the first horse decided to follow them not a single one looked back afraid of the beasts behind them.

On they went until the bridge faded into the shore and the shore into the small piles of snow cut by the wind. Their footprints made delicate maps in the snow and the winter elk's crown started to frost with crystals that chimed a song each time he moved (and it might have sounded like that bird-song). Each step deeper into the island dulled their sandy coats until they all blended into the snow. Only the darkness of their eyes was visible by the time they molded into the snow-covered stones.

Perhaps to the first horses to follow that seemed the strangest thing: the way the deer vanished into the snow. Surely it was stranger than an island refusing to love the sea. Perhaps they think nothing is strange anymore in this land risen from something more than one of their gods with a bridge made of frosted lava and holly. Perhaps they thought--

Perhaps--

But then the first shimmering ball of light appeared, flickering like a small star brought low by the winter storm (the one that's already dissolving out across the mainland). The first horses looked closer, wondering at the way the small star seemed to be singing a solemn poem more ancient than any book in all the libraries of Novus.

One of the first horses to follow the elk called it a wandering spirit. The next called it nothing more than a bird tainted by whatever magic ruled this island risen from the sea. The third smiled at the small ball of light and when he said “hello” the ball of light answered back.

And that was the moment the horses of Novus discovered fairies and how each looked like a hundred different creatures all at once.





This is the first transformation of the island. For 504 winter, the island will appear as a snow-dusted fairy glen. There are birch and pine forests almost covered in snow. Small hills run through the middle of the land (small enough that a fairy might still call them a mountain). And those fairies are as numerous on the island as the snow-birds are.

To each horse a fairy might look different. It could be a ball of light, a small bird, some combination of the known and unknown. We want you to be as creative as you feel like being (just not human imagery please). <3

YOU CAN EARN +2 EXP EACH SEASON

This landscape will change on January 31st, 2020. All threads started after that date will not count towards the +2 EXP for the 504 island IC Event. Remember in order to claim for it you need 4 posts in a thread started during the time frame of the event.

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#3


to show the space between sleeping and waking


This time, the island did not cast the equines off like a sea serpent tossing them into the waves. This time the transition was almost-peaceful, gentle ever; as if magic as wild as this could ever allow peace to exist on its soil. But we should all know better by now than to expect the island to be kind. 

Perhaps some of those left on the island were sleeping during it, or perhaps those on the bridge missed the way it changed from snow to ice to glass underhoof, the way it crackled with each step yet refused to break through. But those were awake, and watching, and listening would tell of the way all the fairies dropped from the sky at once, and how their light sounded like music as it faded into the cold night. And the dust they crumbled into was golden, and fine, and softer than any silk a royal could buy. But that too was carried away by the wind, the wind that swept across the island and seemed to carry away all the fairy rings and the birds and the deer. It stripped away the land until it was nothing more than hills and snow and trees, and horses too naive to leave. 

And then, the hills began to tremble. 

And then, the trees began to grow, and twist, and shake the snow from their branches like they couldn’t bear to stand hunched beneath it for a second longer. They shed their bark for something new and pale, and leaves as red as the setting sun sprouted like fire along their boughs. The hills lowered themselves upon the ground as if to admit defeat, only to rise again as mountains a moment later. All at once the snow began to slide away into the waiting waters, and grass that was purple, and red, and yellow, and brilliant began to spring forth, patterning the ground in a mosaic of colors so deep, the average horse could walk amongst it and only their head would show to betray their presence. And as the rest of the color began to flow back into the landscape, it became all too clear that something had already begun to go wrong in the island’s transmutation. Because the color leached back in haphazardly, without a care for what used to be green, or blue, or red, or any other color; the river flowed in shades of violet and the rocks lining its bed were green. 

Perhaps the flowers with petals that were shaped as suns and comets and colored like the stars came next; or maybe it was the way the mountains pulled up their roots and lifted themselves into the sky, and waterfalls tumbled down like tears from their cheeks. The animals came next - if they could be called animals. They came as ghosts, shaped like half-formed deer and birds and wolves that sprint like feral things through the treetops. All the island seems to echo with their howls and their laughter and their sing-song calls, like the dead have learned how to sing the song of the living. 

It was only when the transformation was complete that the first horse looked up and realized how small they felt, and how large the island had suddenly seemed to grow. 

And who can really say who was the first to try and use their magic in this strange, new world - and yet they all somehow know to try the same only at their own caution. Because here on the island fire becomes ice, and a healing touch leaves rot in its wake. 

Some will say it was spring that forced the island to change its skin yet again, but others know it is only the magic of the place that keeps it from being any one thing for too long. 



This is the second transformation of the island. For 505 spring, the island will seem to have been tipped upside-down. The trees are smaller than the horses, the grass rises above their heads, even the colors appear to have swapped themselves freely for another. The island as a whole will seem massive, far bigger than either of the previous renditions; perhaps the horses have all been reduced in size, or perhaps the island is playing one more trick on us all. But what is maybe the most surprising is that the magic of the island has affected the magic of the horses - no matter what magic your character has, it will be reversed in threads on this island.

You can be as creative as you want and take artistic liberties with this landscape. Perhaps for your horse everything is almost-right, and just wrong enough to be unnerving; or perhaps everything is utterly strange and unfamiliar, and they must let go of all they thought they knew to navigate the land. When in doubt, you can dm @sid or @nestle to bounce ideas.

YOU CAN EARN +2 EXP EACH SEASON

This landscape will change on March 31st, 2020. All threads started after that date will not count towards the +2 EXP for the 504 island IC Event. Remember in order to claim for it you need 4 posts in a thread started during the time frame of the event. Threads that have not been active since November have been archived - DM staff if you would like to revive them!

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#4


a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation,

It starts with a settling of fog over the island.

The fog, at first, seems just like another boulder of mist rolling in from the sea at dawn. The silence it brings with it, well that's to be expected. The birds are the first to fall silent, their songs swallowed up into nothing by way of a single, collective inhale. There is song -- and then there is silence. It's that simple, surely nothing to be worried about.

When the spectral creatures hunting through the grass stop running and baying at the dying of the night, well that is to be expected too. Wraiths have never loved the dawn, when their forms are made for moonlight and starlight. Perhaps this too is not deserving of worry. Not yet.

But then the roaring of the lilac waterfalls stutters into silence like a heartbeat struggling against death. The echo of them is next to fall as well, and then there is only a hush, hush, hush. This hush is nothing like the sea on the shore, or the night knocking at a window by the top of a leaf. This is oppressive silence. The air grows heavy.

And then the fog starts to darken, and darken, and darken. The world inside the fog turns black.
(Outside still looks the same, sunlight and summer fronds and the sea. But inside the fog there is only blackness. Until there is more than blackness….)

That more than blackness starts with a single orb of light. Up close it might seem a small star, hot to the touch if only it would come closer and stop drifting away, away, away. Those brave souls that follow the light might be surprised to feel only that heavy, silent air around them and not a single blade of monstrous grass. Or maybe they only notice the way everything underneath them feels like almost-smooth glass. Or maybe they will only hear the echo of their steps drowning out everything, even their heartbeats.

Maybe they will notice none of this, because that single flickering star has multiplied like a cell. Suddenly there are constellations everywhere and blackness in the places between all this sudden light.  There are moons orbiting overhead and comets running between them like snakes. The places between the blackness of the fog are suddenly full of light.

When they walk deeper into the fog (or is it only silent darkness now) there is only cosmic wilderness to be found.

And so like gods, they all walk on.





This is the third transformation of the island. For 505 summer, the island will be surrounded by a heavy barrier of fog. Characters will have to cross through it to gain access to this new version of the island (there can be pain in the crossing, it's totally up to you). The entire island inside the fog is like walking around in space. There are nebulae to walk inside, stars to touch and fly between. There are comets close enough to grab if your character is brave enough. And each step echoes like walking on glass instead of dirt and stone. There seems almost no end to the cosmic wonders that can be found inside the fog wall.

You can be as creative as you want and take artistic liberties with this landscape. Perhaps for your horse everything is more dreamworld than real world; or perhaps everything is utterly strange and unfamiliar, and they must let go of all they thought they knew to navigate the land. When in doubt, you can dm @sid or @nestle to bounce ideas.

YOU CAN EARN +2 EXP EACH SEASON

This landscape will change on May 31st, 2020. All threads started after that date will not count towards the +2 EXP for the 505 island IC Event. Remember in order to claim for it you need 4 posts in a thread started during the time frame of the event. Starting this season (summer 505) any post that is starting during the time frame for the island and completed within 2 months of that start date can receive the +2 EXP.


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