hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Faceplanted

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for October
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: October 10th-14th
Warnings: Newbies, spookies, and evil trees!

If it's your first time here, congratulations! You get the lovely, unique sensation of eating dirt as the Door knocks you facefirst into the ground. You'll probably be a little woozy at first, so take your time getting up- meet some folks, introduce yourself, don't be weird about it. Welcome to Hadriel! You're not the only person who just got to taste alien dirt firsthand, though- there are several people in the same predicament as you, so feel free to say hi! Probably shouldn't spend too much time talking though, because the lovely trees that you thought were just scenery are starting to creep ever closer the more you let your guard down.

All around you is a forest of spooky evil trees- it seems to be just a normal sort of forest at first, but the more you take your eyes off of them, the more they shift around you and close in. Or is that just your imagination? If you move too close to one, look out! They're rather determined to pick you up and stick you into the ground so you might take root- and if you resist, well, a severed bud can still serve as a seed, right?

If the trees tear your clothes though, don't worry, there's plenty of extras to be found lying around the arena if you don't mind them being a bit dirty. Lying on the ground and sometimes hanging off of these tree branches are some free shirts, yours for the taking! You know, if you'd be caught dead with one...

But hey, after you've met new friends and found a new aesthetic, 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 October 10th-14th.
► 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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Very startling! C'est un cauchemar! But I'm not waking up.

[He's pinched himself for certain. France, despite the fussing, can focus though and his gaze tracks to his right.]

Ah... yes. I see it. But what about you? You are coming too, non?

[He may be unarmed and ready to run for it, but he won't just leave this person here on his own -- even if he seems quite capable.]

I'm afraid our situation is much closer to an abduction than a dream, but I can explain more later.

[Fingon allows himself a quick glance at France and nods.]

I'll be right behind you, don't worry. Now, one, two, three-

If you say so, then! But please be careful.

[He will feel bad about getting this other man hurt, after all. But he also knows he's in over his head, so France is quite ready to run.

And on three he does, making for the direction that Fingon had indicated.]

Don't worry. I have five cousins here; if I manage to get myself killed by a tree they will never let me hear the end of it.

[So, obviously, there's an incentive to be careful. Or, at least, a given value of careful which may or may not overlap with France's.

A few minutes after France gets out, he reaches the exit mostly unscathed.]

Excellent, you're all right. Do you feel up for an explanation now, or would you prefer a moment's rest?

[France considers informing him that if he gets himself killed, that is likely to make it hard for anyone to give him a hard time, but he's too busy running.

The nation is breathing heavily by the time that the other man catches up, beyond the exit. Out of the reach of those trees? Yes?

He straightens up, and nods.] Now... s'il vous plaît. I'd rather have answers... I will try to catch my breath at the same time.

[Not nearly hard enough to stop Fingon's relatives from managing it- and that's even without taking Hope's resurrections into account.

Fingon glances over his shoulder, just to be sure, but nothing followed them out. They should be fine by now.]

The first thing you must understand is that you have been kidnapped. As have I; as have all the residents of this place. We were pulled through a portal we call the Door, each from our own worlds and lives, and brought here, to the city of Hadriel.

The beings who brought us here are often referred to as gods- likely an inaccurate term, but it is the name that has stuck. Their power is great but not unlimited, and they replenish it by feeding off our emotions. In effect, we've been brought here to be their food supply.

Kidnapped... ah how strange. That shouldn't be possible...

[He's the nation of France! Most people don't even know who he is, precisely. Other nations could and have tried it, but this is certainly not that. Even Russia's methods aren't this creepy.]

Hadriel. No place that I have heard of before.

[And then he looks aghast, hand to his chest aghast.] I do not wish to be anyone's midnight snack! How can they feed on emotions? Are we livestock then?

That won't do! Pas du tout!

[That gets an amused laugh]

I think everyone here feels the same. But here we are, and none of us know a way to return.

Nor had I, before I came here. This place and it's history is still very much a mystery.

Each of the gods has dominion over an emotion; our feelings make them grow stronger, and they create events which will provoke those feelings in us. So yes, we are being farmed in a sense.

[France is now very unsettled, which is probably exactly what the "gods" of this place are after honestly, but he hasn't realized that.]

And there is no way out of the trap? I am sure people must have searched. Very few are content to stay in a cage -- especially one so far from the sun and the sky.

[Give him back his bright sun on rolling fields, soft spring rain down city boulevards. Homesick is going to be a huge problem for France, basically immediately.]

How long have you been trapped in this place?

None. The Door must be somewhere in the caves below the Colosseum, but only Sorrow knows its precise location. There was an expedition to find it some months ago, but I believe they found very little that was new.

[And Fingon doesn't know how he feels about that. Hadriel is a prison, and often a torment; and he resents being used as much as any of the others here. But there is little for him to go back to in Middle Earth, only death and the Halls of Waiting.]

Six months, now. It could be worse; some of the others have been here near two years.

Hmm. Then people have been trying...

[A sigh. Of course they have. No one wants to stay in a cage. France will try to keep from being as morose as he's suddenly feeling.]

Two years! [Repeated with a gasp.] ...such a long time, especially if most are human here...

[For France? A small little fraction of time.]

And more will likely try in the months to come. But the gods keep their secrets close, and this one most of all.

[His lips press tightly together at that. Fingon is not fond of the gods, though he can't bring himself to hate them either.]

They are fleeing an enemy, you see, one which seems intent on killing them. The power they harvest from us gives them the strength to survive.

Most of those here are Men, yes. Not all, though.

[A brief smile; the pointed ears and glowing should make it obvious which group Fingon belongs to.]

Intro Log: Faceplanted

sorry for the delay! heath issues sidelined me a bit

Not a problem. It happens

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