"Hey, have you heard about that bandit with the skull mask?"

A strange bandit has been plaguing the land for a number of years now. She is no stranger to pilfering coin, but more than that - she always seems to take a piece of her victim's dreams. Some part of it added to some strange construct that seems to follow her everywhere. Given her apparent inability to speak, it is hard to understand the real purpose behind such a thing... but it seems like she is about ready to see it to its end.

A large mass of that strange blue fog burns in the sky, more than ever before. Her Elysian Mist, that poison so designed to draw people into waking dreams. It is unlikely that whatever she is planning can be stopped...

But perhaps if you've a grudge to settle, such would be a good chance to do so. Maybe one of your dreams will be part of whatever she is doing...?

WHEN: Tomorrow (April 20th at 12 PM EST)
LOCATION: TBA tomorrow ~8 AM EST

wait avelyn what do you mean you're doing it with this short notice in the middle of the week in the middle of the day
IM SORRY I ONLY HAVE A LIMITED AMOUNT OF TIME TO DO THIS IT IS MY LITERAL ONLY CHANCE!!!!!

Quote:

"Long ago we planned to make a grand spectacle of your home. 
The Fated battle between Lex, Mitsumo, and your council as we sought to crush it all.
It seems in this tale, one has already cut off its own hand and broken its own sword.
Perhaps like a wounded animal we will simply put you out of your misery and introduce you to despair.
Prepare yourself Stonehaven for the Return is Nigh!"

VULKAHN FOLHAMMAR

Quote:

"To every Jotun. Every one of my Kin. To everyone who woke up smaller since the fated day. The ritual that took the blood of Ymir from us.

Remember.

It did not take what we are, nor the lives that we lived. It does not erase the battles we have fought, or the choices we have made. It has not extinguished our names, those that have died, or the fire that burns within us all.

We do not need that ichor to prove that we are Jotun.

We were Jotun before the blessing. We stood against timeless wars, the blatant hatred against our kin, and yet, we are still here. And I stand among you.

It is our will that made us. Not the ichor that once ran through our veins.

So I ask of all of you. To choose. To stand with me. Walk side by side. Carry the weight that is heavier than before.

We have a chance. A new dawn. Not to go back, not to run away and pray for a changet. But to move forward. To usher in a new age. To build something new. Something better. Written by us, not by the old gods.

Follow me. Not because I am the First. But follow me because I know that we are stronger than what was taken.

We will reclaim what was lost to our kin. Not through curses that the third son invoked on us by breaking the oath, but through our own hands. Our own will.

One step at a time. It begins now. 

If you wish to be a part of something that outlasts time itself, something that can not be undone. Take my hand, and let us build a future that no one can steal from us again.

Join me, together we will write a new chapter."

• Ballad about a sailor who wronged me (which one? yes.)
  
• Something uptempo about tide pools?? Could be cute
  
• Love song absolutely not
  
• THE CURSE SONG needs more verses about rain (see below)
  

• Maintain eye contact the ENTIRE time. Do not blink. They hate that.
  
• Voice should start honey-sweet. Let it go sharp around the rain verse. Like a hook dragged along the hull of a ship. Slow.
  
• The rain section is the anchor (ha) of the whole thing. Draw it out. Let them feel the water rising. Let them understand that shelter is a privilege and I am revoking it.
  
• If they laugh, sing it again. Slower.
  
• Last line should be almost a whisper. A lullaby for someone who will never sleep well again. ♡
  

• Practice the curse (rain section x3, really milk it)
  
• Avoid the ocean (as per usual) (this is fine) (I'm fine)
  
• Find that one merchant who sold me a "waterbreathing charm" that turned out to be a painted rock. He is about to have the worst weather of his life.
  
• Write more fish puns. The world doesn't want them but the world is getting them anyway. You could say I'm doing it... just for the halibut