It happens twice a day, like the titan’s pulse. Janus inhales—a deep, cavernous bellow marking the ending of an age. The Skysea, the Jungle trees, the ground, trembles as it draws water into its trunk, a cascade of cloudwater and salt. Then the rain comes. No, not rain – an eruption, a flood hurled into the heavens that cascades back down in shimmering sheets.
To those who know Janus, it’s a gift: sustenance, renewal, the lifeblood of the island. But it’s also a reckoning. The rain doesn’t just wash the land: it changes it. Pools of water hang in the air, weightless. Rivers flow uphill for moments, only to crash down again. Creatures drawn from the Sky Sea flounder onto land: silver-scaled leviathans, translucent eels crackling with static, crustaceans that hum with latent power.
The Titanborn prepare for it like a ritual. They tether themselves to trees, their homes, and each other. Those who don’t—those caught unprepared—are swept away, hurled into the Skysea of Janus’s back or beyond. And when the rain subsides, it leaves the land brimming with new life.
At 9:30 AM to 9:35 AM, Creatures must succeed on a Strength saving throw or take 5d10 Bludgeoning damage per round if not behind solid vertical cover. A creature caught in the eruption rain can move by swimming. Creatures residing in Janus City are immune to this effect as the City’s aqueducts are equipped to capture all the rainfall.