hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Bird Brains

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for June
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-16th
Warnings: Harpies, newbies, oddities!

You wake up on the floor of an old and crumbling structure, with nothing but open air between you and the odd cave ceiling far above you. Unfortunately, this means that you're in Hadriel, a lovely cave city with lovely inhabitants- some of whom you'll probably be meeting in a few minutes! Around you are others who have woken up at roughly the same time as you, who are probably just as confused as you are- but you might want to team up with them, because there are dark shapes lurking ominously above you...

These dark shapes just so happen to be harpies, half-bird, half-women monsters who definitely have more emphasis on the 'monster'- you'll find no beautiful women here, unless you're into razor sharp claws and teeth that hunger for human flesh. Maybe that's your thing!

Alongside you on the ground are also a strange assortment of finger puppets, some of which may have faces that look like yours! What a novelty gift!

After you've got a puppet on each finger, you're free to start heading outside!. Once you find your way out of the colosseum there's plenty of other distractions. Feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, a new monster, a project to help with, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers June 10th-16th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
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Hey now, a bunch of harpies picking on one unfortunate person won't do. Magnus busts in, feeling groggy, but instantly affronted at the nerve of these monsters. He brandishes his axe and runs toward the seemingly helpless figure, yelling a battle cry at the top of his lungs to get their attention on him. And when he starts waving his axe around in their midst, they really start taking notice, several of them charging him instead.

He handily injures a few pretty grievously -- axe wounds are no pretty sight no matter who's sporting them -- before he spares a glance at the person he's saving. Oh, good, she's wearing armor. She probably wasn't hurt too bad then. That's more than he can say as a few of them slash at him, armorless these days, and he gains some angry slices across his arms for his troubles. He grins and bears it though. He's used to taking hits, if the many visible old scars over his arms and face are any indication.

Someone joins her in the fray, and the flock of vaguely-feminine creatures becomes easier to manage as their attention splits between the two. By the time she gets through enough to look at the other fighter, most of her crown braid is all but unravelled and she has a shallow slash from her temple to her jaw on one side of her face.

It's strange, like she’s seen him before, in a dream or something. “...Magnus?” The name has barely left her lips when she sees him take a claw to the forearm. “If they catch a muscle you won't be able to lift your axe, Burnsides!” She calls out, half teasing.

"I'm good!" he calls out to reassure her, before realizing it's kinda... weird that she knows his name. But now that he chances a second look at her -- the orange braids are strangely familiar, actually. Like he's seen her in Hadriel before.

"Destell?!" he shouts incredulously as the name comes to him, but he's quickly distracted by the harpies that demand his attention, and he slashes through them, felling two in one swipe in a particularly spectacular swing.

He laughs in triumph and surprise and confusion all at once. "This seem familiar to you too?!" he calls out to Destell as he wrestles with a third harpy.

“Oh, it's not just you, don't worry...” There’s a rhythm to her blocks and strikes as she fights through the harpies, ending up nearly back-to-back with Magnus.

“I don't know where I am or why I'm here but I remember you and….” Her brows furrow.

“‘Feelings juice’?”

"You know, I barely remember half the shit that comes out of my mouth, but yeah, that sounds like something I might have said about something that is definitely true about you being here!" With every few words, he blocks, slashes and chops, somewhat losing his train of thought in the middle of the sentence and ending in a word jumble. He sorta got the meaning across, though. In a sense.

Back to back with the familiar woman, Magnus blocks a hit meant for her with his shield, and follows up with a one-two axe swing that more resembles a punch thrown by a boxer than anything of an axefighter. Magnus' versatility in fights comes from a place of being a completely self taught jack of all trades, though, so it's not strange to see styles blend with each other.

Harpies felled at last, he finally stops to catch a breath, doubled over and breathing hard for a moment. But it only lasts a moment. In an instant, he's dropped his weapon and wrapped his arms around Destell in a bear hug.

"I know we met like once, in a dream, but I am so glad you're not, like, a figment of my imagination?? Holy shit??"

There's a lot to be said for the kinship between fighters. When you fall into step so easily with someone like they have, twice now... Magnus can read meaning into that kind of thing. And he can especially read meaning into the idea of meeting someone in your dreams. Like Istus' yarn of fate casting another row for him and a new friend.

Call it mushy, but Magnus is the king of mush.

Destell’s fighting style contrasts starkly with Magnus, every step and stance precise, almost looking rehearsed and textbook-accurate.

Despite their different styles, Destell falls in sync with the other fighter, like how people fall in step while walking during a conversation. It's oddly easy, as if she's fought with him before. As the fighting slows to a stop, she turns around with a smile.

Destell could handle the kidnapping and waking up in some sort of (literally) underground fighting ring. Being attacked in an underground cavern by beasts she thought only lived on cliffs by the sea didn't faze her. Seeing a man who she recognized from a dream that seemed to remember her from the same dream was strange, but she accepted it. But as his axe clatters to the ground and he embraces her, armor, shield, sword and all, she’s finally caught off guard.

For just a moment, she tenses, almost recoiling instinctively, but just as quickly she returns the hug, careful not to let her shield or sword dig into his back.

It's comforting, to know someone here, even though she isn't sure exactly where “here” is or how they know eachother. It's especially comforting to know that he’s someone she can fight alongside in battle.

“I'm glad to see you too, although I worry that you’ll get nasty bruises from my pauldrons if you squeeze any tighter.” She chuckles, slightly muffled in the embrace.

Intro Log: Bird Brains

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