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[b]Day 1, Week 25, Cycle 1
Summertime, 25 C°, Overcast[/b]

[i]As summer time comes to an end, the clouds over the island begin to slowly fade away. It seems as if the storm has passed, but left behind a great deal of destruction. Tress torn from the ground as the monstrous winds uprooted them. Plains that once used to be grazing grounds for animals now lay as impassable bogs that have to be avoided. Coastlines riddled with debris carried over from faraway islands as branches and algae scatter the shining sand for miles. But at the end of the storm, the sun shines brighter, and the inhabitants of the island can claim themselves rightful owner of this land, having survived the storm.

It is on this day, at the closing weeks of summer that the sky darkens once more. The previous day the rain began to pour from the heavens, perhaps as a last effort from the monsoon to ruin the lives of the people below. As it carried throughout the night, the inhabitants of the island wake to darkened skies and the rain pouring more than ever. The air is calm but heavy, and the water pouring from above obscures vision out past a few dozen feet. Everything feels wet and humid, and even the mighty Ruh hide in their nests. Rivers once calm are starting to pour out again, and the swampy marshlands of the island swell in size even more.

By noon, the sky is dark and the sound of pouring rain is deafening. Only the thunderous roars of distant lightning and the flashes of glowing white seep through this hazy blanket. All over the island, shadows of unknown figures appear for moments in the hazy fog, only to disappear once more into the rain. Screeches and roars of the wildlife go unknown to the rest of the island as this all consuming darkness and rain devour the light from the heavens above.

It is only as the afternoon shifts into evening that the skies begin to clear up, and the first ray of light simmers through the clouds above. Soon enough, the clouds drift off towards the east, carrying with them the terrible storm that can be seen from the coasts of the island for hours to come.

But what the storm left behind, is an island vastly different from what it once was. There is a fickle buzz in the air, like a charge of electricity that is only enough to tickle the skin. The landscapes of the many biomes have been altered, and now lie as testaments to the true nature of this storm: one of a change diligently executed under the blanket of darkness and deafening rain.

Upon the western slopes of the mountains a sinkhole hundreds of meters across, and perhaps thousands deep has appeared, like a portal leading into the underworld that is fed by the rivers flowing into it's endless depths. In the south eastern peninsula, protrusions of rock and minerals extend a hundred or more meters into the air, like strange alien beacons conveying some alien message. In the northeast, the people awaken to the sight of a massive tree that soars almost two hundred meters into the air, a sight that is oh-so familiar to the hearts of the Sonjari people.

These, and perhaps hundreds more less visible vistas cover the island that once knew how to be tame with it's inhabitants. But what changes lie ahead, now that the weather will start to grow cold and the landscape has changed, nobody knows. It is up to the brave pathfinders to find and exploit what the soil has to offer, and make a way for a new life now that the worst has come to past. And as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, the inhabitants of the island are greeted by a show of light upon the dark sky: an arch of debris fills up the star dotted view of the night, extending from one edge of the horizon to the other as it glows with a faint light reflected down upon the surface. And even though the day had brought so much to bear upon the denizens of the island, this soft light fills them with hope. A feeling that things will be alright from now on as long as they keep on going and make the best of this new, fantastic world.[/i]

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Congratulations! You and your races have made it farther than the last sorry bunch who attempted to take on the island. Consequently, the "prolouge" of the RP is now over. Many more fantastical things await your people now they they have mostly settled down and got used to this new world. From now on, most events will be aimed at specific people, instead of everyone at the same time. From animal attacks to new discoveries, a plethora of new discoveries await you as you try to build up your civilization. The air hums with secrets, ready to be discovered by those who traverse the land and sea with open eyes.

Whatever tech you were researching is now available to your people, and you may choose the next thing to research. Copper is common along most of the island's hills and mountains, and many chunks of the ore can now be found along rivers thanks to the storm.

[b]Time Passed:[/b]
3 Months/ 12 Weeks 

[b]Time Until Next Turn:[/b]
3 months

[b]Events:[/b]
[list][*]Everyone:
[b]A brave new world[/b] - The island has changed for good, and will likely stay that way until you change it yourself. Exploration will surely benefit those who find some of the hidden and unique places that the island has to offer, but beware that others might be eyeing those same places as well.
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