Past event story log

Fools day

The morning sun, filtered through a slightly crooked Venetian blind, painted stripes across Coryn's face. He groaned, already dreading the paperwork avalanche that awaited him at the office. April 1st. He’d forgotten. He reached for his phone, intending to snooze the alarm, when a high-pitched squeak ripped through the silence. Coryn bolted upright, heart hammering against his ribs. Perched on his nightstand, staring with beady, malevolent eyes, was a bright yellow rubber chicken. "What the…?" He reached for it cautiously. As his fingers brushed its plastic feathers, it unleashed another ear-splitting squawk. He flung it across the room. It landed with a soft thud on a pile of laundry. A muffled giggle came from the hallway. "Lucky!" Coryn roared, already knowing the culprit. Lucky, Coryn's roommate and self-proclaimed "Master of Merriment," sauntered into the room, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. He was holding a video camera, pointed directly at Coryn. "Happy April Fool's Day, sunshine!" Lucky chirped, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Did you enjoy the morning serenade?" Coryn glared. "You know I hate mornings. And chickens." "But you gotta admit, it was pretty epic," Lucky insisted, zooming in on Coryn's dishevelled appearance. "I'm calling this one 'The Rude Awakening.'" Coryn sighed.

Living with Lucky was like living inside a sitcom. He was constantly pulling pranks, often harmless, sometimes… less so. Coryn, on the other hand, was a creature of order and routine. The clash of their personalities was a daily source of amusement (for Lucky) and exasperation (for Coryn). "Okay, you got me," Coryn sayd."Now, can I please get ready for work in peace?" Lucky, however, was just getting started. Throughout the morning, the pranks escalated. Coryn found his toothbrush replaced with a licorice stick. His coffee mug was inexplicably filled with mayonnaise.  Each prank was accompanied by Lucky's gleeful laughter and the incessant recording of his video camera.

By the time Coryn reached his office, he was a frazzled mess. He slumped into his chair, burying his face in his paws. He just wanted a normal, productive day. Was that too much to ask? As he lifted his head, he noticed something odd about his computer. The screen was covered in… googly eyes. Rows and rows of them, staring back at him with unsettling intensity. He ripped them off, one by one, muttering under his breath about the joys of living with a professional prankster. He was halfway through the task when his phone rang. "Hey, Coryn! How's your day going?" It was Lucky, his voice dripping with faux innocence. Coryn gritted his teeth. "You wouldn't believe the day I'm having, Lucky. But I'm sure you already know." "What can I say? I'm a giver," Lucky chuckled. "But listen, I've got one last prank planned. The grand finale, you might say." Coryn's heart sank. "Please, Lucky, no. I beg you. I just want to work." "Sorry, buddy. It's already in motion," Lucky said ominously. "Just be prepared for… a surprise." He hung up before Coryn could respond.

Coryn spent the rest of the day on edge, waiting for the inevitable. He jumped at every unexpected sound, his anxiety growing with each passing hour. He checked his chair for whoopee cushions. He sniffed his lunch for anything suspicious. He even considered calling in sick and hiding under his bed. Finally, as the clock ticked towards 5 pm, he decided to take a preemptive strike. He grabbed his phone and called Lucky. "Alright, Lucky, I give up! What's the prank? Just tell me so I can brace myself!" There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Then, Lucky burst out laughing. "You're serious? You actually spent all day worrying about it?" "Of course I did! You said it was the grand finale!" "Relax, Coryn. The grand finale was just… the fact that you spent all day thinking about it. There was no actual prank!" Coryn blinked, dumbfounded. He felt a strange mixture of relief and indignation. He had spent the entire day a nervous wreck, all for nothing. "You… you tricked me into tricking myself?" "Exactly!" Lucky crowed. "Mind games, Coryn! It's all about the mind games!" Coryn sighed, shaking his head. He couldn't help but crack a smile. He had to admit, it was a pretty clever prank. And besides, how mad could he really be? It was April Fool’s Day after all. "Okay, Lucky," Coryn said, a glint in his eye. "You win this round. But just you wait until next year. I'm planning something… special." He hung up the phone, a mischievous grin spreading across his own face. The game was on. And Coryn, for once, was ready to play. He just needed to find a really annoying rubber chicken.

"Hello traveler!What are you seeking at this remote and sandy place? I am Dex from the Skar tribe of Dustrek. My people and me are holding the old legends of this world, or at least from this region. We are telling them from generation to generation. But honestly, i am not sure how much truth is truely in them. For a while i am seeking companions to take a deaper look into the truth of this legends. Will you follow me to the Beginning Mountains?"

"Oh, fantastic to hear to have you as an companion on the way. Let me know when you are ready to start."

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"Do you see this old cave paintings? They are telling us the story my ancestors wrote.

Before the mountains rose, before even the tireless rivers began their journey to the sea, there was only the Great Stillness. In the heart of this void, a single spark flared, a flicker of pure starlight that yearned for form. This spark, they say, was the Breath of the World-Maker, a nascent life force seeking expression. As it swirled, it drew to itself the essence of the void, gathering the cold, silent energy into a core of shimmering, white frost. From this frozen star, a being began to take shape, not of bone and scale, but of the very essence of winter. Fur sprouted from its form, thick and white as glacial ice, providing warmth against the endless chill. It was long and slender, a sinuous body that flowed like a frozen river, lacking the limbs of the beasts that would later populate the world. This was the first Lindgon, known to the Skar as Frosskar, ‘the Frost Weaver’.

This also gave my tribe the name "Skar " from frosskar. And... to be honest, we call it Lindgon but we never saw one before. i imagine it being a snake like the Leviathan or the Basilisk.

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At the end of the long cave is a icey hall. In the middle is a giant skulpture.

"Oh, by the way, did i mentioned the rumors about a monster houseing here.... No? oops sorry. ANYWAY. Look at this statue! Looking pretty i think."

The statue begins to move and focuses on Dex.
"D-D-Did the statue moved? OH NO !"

You and Dex was able to defeat the rageing statue. While finding a plcace to get rest, you see a fireplace in a sice cave. A white furred head peaked around the corner.

"Who-Who are you?"                                             "I could asssk you the sssame."                   
  "i am Dex from the Skar tribe and this here is my partner in this exploration." Dex is pointing at you."I am a little bit confused.... why are you looking like the statue from before?"

"You are from the Sssskar tribe? Interesssting. Well, firssst of the ssstatue wasss a defence for this caverns.

sssofar no one defeated it sssofar. And sssecond, to propper introdusssing me, i am Frossssskar the 15th. I am a decendent from the Frossssskar the Frossst Weaver. Itsss a tradition of my family to name every white furred Lindgon Frosssskar. And with thisss i am the protector of thiss remote place. Sssoo i please requessst you, to not tell anyone from thisss. I preffer to comme myssself out and clearing the rumorsss once i explained it to the ressst of my family."


Dex and you stayed a while by Frosskar and shared storys. Back home you only told your friends that it was a boring simple ice cave with rust nonesense of rumors.