hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Arm Yourself

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for August
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: August 10th-15th
Warnings: Stalkers, newbies, and cute loot!

Sleeping on the cold dirt ground of the colosseum is enough to make anyone uncomfortable. It might be a little worse this month than others, as some of you may be waking up on top of or around various self defense devices (btw: that last one is a taser).

Come to think of it, you'll probably need those. Also in the colosseum and already stalking you are... uh, well, stalkers from the Borderlands game series. Stalkers come armed with claws, teeth, and sharp tails- and what's more, they can turn invisible to sneak up on you. Zap them with your newfound taser or stab them with your jewelry comb knife or just run away screaming- we won't judge, but you have to do something or else they'll kill you and eat your corpse and all sorts of unfortunate things.

Good luck finding a way out. Maybe you can make some friends along the way.

All done and escaped from the clutches of the colosseum? Awesome! Feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers August 10th-15th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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Not yet. I'd hoped for a coffee shop, myself.

[Sato's surprisingly cheerful for a guy who still has a bloodstained hole torn in his shirt. These things happen.

He already had his phone out anyway, trying to match up the scenery against a couple hand-drawn maps that had been posted to the network recently, so glances back down at the screen again. Has gigantic scruffy fellow figured out his phone yet? Somehow he doesn't strike Sato as really the type, at least from first glance.]

There is a bar marked on the map, but it's a little hard to figure out the details, isn't it?

[ Gigantic scruffy dog man hasn't even touched the phone. And he's not entirely sure what coffee is either. He looks at the stranger as though he's speaking a foreign language, but then looks down at the device the man is holding. Obvious confusion scrunches on his face. ]

The fuck you get a map on something as small as that? Of course you can't figure out the details. Bet they're even smaller than a flea's cock.

[ Such a charming man with a charming mouth, Sandor. But more importantly to him: ]

Where's it saying to go?

[Sato's pleasant smile doesn't even waver at the very colorful commentary. Although he's still not sure how everything will fall out here in Hadriel, he's learning quite a lot. And you never know, knowing a very large fellow with a very large sword might come in handy someday.]

If I hold it up here, you see? [He turns and holds the phone so he can point at the landmarks on screen. Definitely held up a little bit... he's not exactly a tall man.] The bar is supposed to be around here. If you kept these spires on your right, and those on your left... it looks like a long walk, but I haven't made it across the city myself yet, so it's hard to say.

You should have gotten a phone as well, I think?

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[ A smart man. Not only to have figured out that device, but to also have a map drawn up on it. He leans down, hovering over the other man's shoulder to squint at the screen. ]

Tch. It's still too small. Give me one drawn out on paper, I say. [ To be fair, Sandor didn't spend too much time looking it over. But like the old, behind-the-times sort of guy he is, he's ready to brush it away in favor of what's familiar. ]

And if a phone's what you got in your hand, then yeah. I got one. Was planning on selling it for whatever it's worth toward a few drinks. [ It's not like he knows how to use it or what it is. Maybe it's a good thing he's meeting someone so technologically savvy! ]

[He's no computer whiz, but Sato always has enjoyed all trying out new technology.]

I'm sure it is worth a couple drinks, but you might want to hang on to it for now. There's useful information information here and there.

[But way of example, he scrolls down past the post the map was attached to and the comments. Back, and there's a list of text posts, video posts... lots of activity over the last month. Can Mr. Medieval Man even read? Sato gives him the benefit of the doubt, since nobody likes being talked down to.]

I'm told we can even use it to give the 'gods' a call, although I haven't gone that far yet myself.

[ He can read! Not entirely well. And the reading he's used to is far more cursive than this modern day typing. So the scrolling only serves to make him squint and then immediately give up on it. Maybe if he's bored, he'll have a look at his own. But the old man's words earn a laugh outright at their absurdity. ]

Call the gods! Now I know you're shitting me. You and I both know no gods are going to answer the things people like us have to say! They abandoned me a long time ago. If they were ever there to begin with.

[ Shaking his head. ]

Psh. Bloody gods.

[With a vague sense of direction worked out, Sato turns the screen off and puts it away for now. He clarifies:]

Oh, I don't believe they're really gods. Although everyone seems to indicate they run the place, well, running a prison is a long way from heavenly qualifications, isn't it? No, the only gods that truly exist are the ones we make for ourselves.

Good luck with finding that bar. I'd come with you, but unfortunately I'm in the middle of my own search for the local armory.

You can get by without a little bit of self-medication to swallow this shit easier?

[ For a moment, Sandor seems impressed. It's written all across his features. Anyone who can deal with this sober-minded must be pretty damn strong-minded. ]

All the more luck to you, old man. But the armory's always gonna be there, always gonna have its weapons. That ain't gonna change in the time it takes you to get a drink. If you change your mind.

I don't mind rolling with the punches to see where it all leads.

Unfortunately, I'm out of bullets and with a few hostile creatures roaming around, it seems to me I'd better visit the armory first. But if you do find the bar, please let me know if the place is any good, and I may stop by later. I believe my contact information should be under "Sato" in the directory.

[He waggles the phone a little to indicate. He's not really a drinker, but if there's a bar, it will be an inevitable hotspot of activity, no doubt.]

[ He doesn't know what a bullet is. Or a directory. Or whatever else Sato has spouted besides his name. But that's all Sandor needs. He gives the guy a parting nod. ]

Name's Clegane. Sandor Clegane. But most people just call me The Hound. You can call me whatever the fuck suits your fancy.

[ Obviously, he's been used to being called worse than either of the two names. A good man would offer to accompany Sato on his journey to the armory. A good, noble man would offer protection for an otherwise frail looking man. Sandor is neither of those things. And to him, a drink takes top priority. ]

Don't get yourself killed before I get the chance to look you up in that rectumy or whatever.

Don't worry, that's won't be a problem.

[Sato replies cheerily. 'Don't get yourself killed' is right up there with 'YOLO' in the category of phrases that are completely irrelevant for him these days.]

See you around, Clegane.

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