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[ STONE BROADCAST ] - JUNE 16TH
Story-walkers! [Munin’s voice booms out of everyone’s stones in unison. And booming, in this instance, meaning a grizzled but chipper shout. Her cheerful volume does not lower for even a second as she continues.]
Ha! These stones - very clever! Perhaps my people could make use of them, too.
But I am speaking to you for another reason. There are those of you who do not know of the Jormun. If if you come across my people on your beaches, do not fear us, for we are sworn allies of your kin - churned in the waves of battle!
But there is no battle for us to join forces in, not now. We are here to conserve those the Storyteller would call…kaleidoshells. [She falters on the word, her accent thickening.] Schorvalsh is a better name.
You are all welcome to assist if you have the time. The schorvalsh have been receding in numbers, and now that we have reconnected with the land, we are able to protect their hatchlings, and bring them back as we did the sun!
We also owe you greater hospitality than what we have given in times past. We shall have a proper celebration if our joint efforts triumph, shall we say…in three noon's time? We shall bring our finest entertainment for you all.
[A wet, faintly fleshy smack, as Munin pounds her chest with a webbed fist.]
And you shall tell me of your land-dwelling practices, so that we may partake of those as well! The one named Connor - will you bring your greens?
Of course you will.
[You goddamn fool.]
Ha! These stones - very clever! Perhaps my people could make use of them, too.
But I am speaking to you for another reason. There are those of you who do not know of the Jormun. If if you come across my people on your beaches, do not fear us, for we are sworn allies of your kin - churned in the waves of battle!
But there is no battle for us to join forces in, not now. We are here to conserve those the Storyteller would call…kaleidoshells. [She falters on the word, her accent thickening.] Schorvalsh is a better name.
You are all welcome to assist if you have the time. The schorvalsh have been receding in numbers, and now that we have reconnected with the land, we are able to protect their hatchlings, and bring them back as we did the sun!
We also owe you greater hospitality than what we have given in times past. We shall have a proper celebration if our joint efforts triumph, shall we say…in three noon's time? We shall bring our finest entertainment for you all.
[A wet, faintly fleshy smack, as Munin pounds her chest with a webbed fist.]
And you shall tell me of your land-dwelling practices, so that we may partake of those as well! The one named Connor - will you bring your greens?
Of course you will.
[You goddamn fool.]

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Music, dance...and what games, then?
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This island lacks the required infrastructure for videogames.
(They haven't really played anything else.)
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I'm unfamiliar with that term. What does that entail?
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(This island doesn't have electricity, which is unfortunate, because videogames are Legion's favorite hobby.)
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[She sounds, if you'll excuse her, utterly baffled.]
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(It's more awesome than it sounds.)
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[Yeah, she doesn't get it. Not even a little.]
Perhaps, someday, you may show us yourself!
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[She's not certain of the value of fun to be had in video games, but she cannot exactly judge when she's not experienced them for herself, can she?]
What is your name, story-walker?
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Then I hope we meet in person very soon, land-dweller Legion.
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