hadriel_logs | Intro Log: The Joys of Composting

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for September
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: September 10th-14th
Warnings: New folks! Bugs! Weird stuff!

It's that time again! Or, well, probably the very first time for you. It's not that often that you turn up in a different world - unless it is. You awaken on the ground of a large arena, a stone ceiling stretching high above you. Welcome to Hadriel! Don't worry, you weren't the only one who woke up here. So did a bunch of other people - and so did some monsters.

Yup, crawling around being incredibly gross are quite a few Jauchekafers, large beetles that feed off chemical and biological waste from humans. When upset or alarmed, they're perfectly happy to swarm and attack people, so hopefully you didn't wake up in the middle of them. Being about two and a half feet long, their bites can do quite a bit of damage, and that's not even counting the toxicity that might be passed on from their diet!

Speaking of their diet, those beetles aren't the only trash that's washed up in Hadriel this month. While making your escape from the arena, you might stumble over a interesting table or a possibly comfy chair, or even a piece of art. A lot of it's pretty cool, but you're not gonna find anything that isn't made out of trash. But hey, maybe that's your aesthetic?

Don't get too distracted by all this trash that has been turned into treasure. After you've 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 September 10th-14th.
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I see. We don't really have those. Of course, we don't have dragons, either. I suppose one somewhat naturally follows the other.

[He might be a tiny bit jealous. He loves his country, and they do have more than their share of magic and wondrous things, but... nothing that dramatic. Usually.]

But no giant beetles where either of us are from. I guess we just got very unlucky.

You don't have dragons? [Tucker gives him a look. Okay well, definitely from another country at least.] Probably for the best, honestly. They're like flying natural disasters.

And no, not that I've ever met. I don't think this is bad luck, though. [He never has bad luck? Therefore it can't be?] I think this is pretty deliberate. Like you said, kidnapping. The only thing now is figuring out who's behind this clusterfuck. Got any enemies from other planes?

We have stories of them, but no giant winged beasts just running around.

[It does sound like that would be pretty destructive, though. Sigh.

He makes a face, brief and rather distasteful. It pains him to have to be honest about this.]

Actually, yes, though they're more my brother's enemies than mine, and I thought they were taken care of. They wouldn't be able to bring us all here at once, though, and - well, this isn't a world I've ever heard of before.

Yeah, not one I'm familiar with either.

[But they might be getting somewhere, here.]

What kinda enemies are they? Maybe everybody who had a grudge just decided to gang up and chuck us all in the hellbug pit together. Got some kinda group discount on planar banishings.

The rulers of another world. Powerful and ruthless - but they're both very dead.

[Rhy knows from experience that that doesn't have to mean anything, but he cannot really imagine them making their way back from death the way he did. But maybe there are more enemies he doesn't know about.]

I don't think they could have done this, anyway. They weren't able to cross between worlds.

Maybe they weren't, but maybe someone else did it for them.

[He shrugs.]

Or maybe they turned into some kind of revenant situation? Fuck if I know. I guess the who and the how aren't really all that important in the long run. What we gotta figure out now is how to get back out.

I'm afraid I can't be much help with that. I have no talent for magic, and certainly not the sort that travels between worlds.

[And it doesn't look like Tucker has the marks of that kind of magician, either - though, well, you never know. Rhy figures he's already playing by different rules.]

Have you done that kind of thing before?

I don't use magic, either, and the people I work with who do, they can't plane shift. That's like, pretty high tier stuff.

[The only one's he's ever seen do it were demons and faeries. Mortal people who can do it are pretty rare.]

But I have been in this situation before, and it's usually a matter of kicking the ass of the person responsible for hauling you across dimensions. Or if you see any stone tables, break the shit out of 'em.

[Easy, right???]

Yes. I only know two people who can - it is not a usual skill, and not really a learnable one, either. Not where I'm from.

[Which isn't too reassuring, really. It's fine being away from home for a little while, but it seems like some people have been here for months, or even longer.]

If the people that brought us here are that powerful, it might not be so easy to kick their asses. Not that I disapprove of the idea.

[It's better than any he's had.]

But... why stone tables?

Eh, I don't know. Sometimes wizards are kind of useless if they're not doing magic in their wheelhouse, you know? Like maybe they're great at necromancy, but if you're immune to that shit, they're S.O.L.

[He shrugs.] We'll have to scope it out.

As for the stone tables, god, I don't now. I'd never heard of that either. But these faeries we had to deal with, they had this magic table or whatever, and they told us we had to make some kind of sacrifice on it to get home from the faewilds. But then we'd be tied to them? So I said "fuck that" and broke the damn thing. Worked like a charm.

It sounds like magic in our worlds works differently - but the basic idea is the same. Someone with talent mainly with earth may be useless at manipulating air, and so forth.

[Necromancy... well, Rhy would like to believe it isn't a thing, but he supposes by the hard definition of it, he's a walking example that it's real.

But that's not important. Probably.]

Clever of you. Lateral thinking like that is a useful skill, and more rare than one might expect.

[He grins.]

Not my forte, really, but I admire it.

[Ah yes, compliment him. His favorite thing.

The admission gets him to laugh.]

Well my dude, at least you're honest. [He claps Rhy on the back.] It is pretty rare, though. My team can't even solve fuckin' riddles.

Riddles are difficult. Can you blame them?

[When 'kick in the door and improvise' doesn't work, it can be hard to be a little more cerebral.]

You have a team, though? That must be nice.

I mean they've got me around so, nah.

[He wouldn't consider himself cerebral, but he'd much rather pick the lock than kick the door down.]

Yeah, I do. There's four of us. It's good to have people to do all the magic and the swords for you.

No one can specialize in everything. It only makes sense to leave certain things to those who are best at them.

[He grins.]

So, no magic or swords for you? I suppose they keep you around for your pretty face, then.

[Tucker grins right back. Why thank you, strange dude. He will remember this compliment.]

That too, yeah. That and the fact that I keep them all from getting themselves killed.

[Which sounds like he does more than just say "hey maybe we shouldn't do that", but whatever. Same results.]

That is an important job.

[Not necessarily one he's that great at, really.]

Well, I suppose it's time to figure out what this place has in store for all of us.

Yeah, guess so. Good luck out there, don't die.

[Tucker provides a very helpful pat on the shoulder.]

I'll do my best.

[He decides against saying that dying isn't an issue - that will just bring up awkward conversation topics.]

And you as well.

Intro Log: The Joys of Composting

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