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hadriel_logs2017-12-14 11:13 pm
utulien_aure) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-12-14 11:13 pm
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OM NOM NOM (or: The Hadriel Community Kitchen Initiative)
Who: OPEN
What: With the gods out of commission, Hadriel attempts to feed itself
Where: A makeshift firepit, set up on the southwest bank of the river
When: Roughly December 13-26, after Fingon's Network post
Warnings: The threat of starvation, dubious food, possibly slight fire burns.
The Null may begone, but the damage they inflicted remains: to the city's infrastructure, to it's citizens, to the gods themselves. With Sorrow dead and Hope out of commission, one problem in particular is critical: Hadriel's food supply is dwindling, and many lack the skills to catch and cook their own meals.
That's where the fire pit comes in: a great hole dug into the earth for a cooking fire, topped by a metal grate. Use of the pit is open to all in the city: anyone who hunts or gathers food can bring it here to be prepared, and anyone who shows up hungry will be fed.
The pit also serves as a place to find interested hunting partners; in an unfamiliar and extremely harsh environment, it's best not to wander off on your own for too long. Anyone interested in hunting can take a look at a slate set up near the pit: on it is a list of volunteers looking for an expedition to join.
[OOC: This is an open log, so feel free to top-level to your heart's content.]
What: With the gods out of commission, Hadriel attempts to feed itself
Where: A makeshift firepit, set up on the southwest bank of the river
When: Roughly December 13-26, after Fingon's Network post
Warnings: The threat of starvation, dubious food, possibly slight fire burns.
The Null may begone, but the damage they inflicted remains: to the city's infrastructure, to it's citizens, to the gods themselves. With Sorrow dead and Hope out of commission, one problem in particular is critical: Hadriel's food supply is dwindling, and many lack the skills to catch and cook their own meals.
That's where the fire pit comes in: a great hole dug into the earth for a cooking fire, topped by a metal grate. Use of the pit is open to all in the city: anyone who hunts or gathers food can bring it here to be prepared, and anyone who shows up hungry will be fed.
The pit also serves as a place to find interested hunting partners; in an unfamiliar and extremely harsh environment, it's best not to wander off on your own for too long. Anyone interested in hunting can take a look at a slate set up near the pit: on it is a list of volunteers looking for an expedition to join.
[OOC: This is an open log, so feel free to top-level to your heart's content.]
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Aw, jeez. Should she be taking notes?
"So the Door just...does it?
And this Sorrow guy is gone?"
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"Every month, the Door opens and brings more newcomers to Hadriel. They, and we, provide energy for the beings that rule this place. You'll hear them referred to as 'gods,' at different points. I don't believe they are, myself, but they are powerful indeed.
"Each of the eight is empowered by the emotion they are named after: Fear, Sorrow, Hope, Delight, Rage, Love, Confusion, Tranquility. They are prone to manipulating the minds of the people here so that they can extract as much emotion as possible from us at once.
"Recently, we found out why they were doing this. A race called the Null has been hunting them, and has already succeeded in wiping out many of their kind. They invaded Hadriel in an attempt to murder one more: Hope, who possesses the power to resurrect the dead. Sorrow was killed in defense of Hope."
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But she listens to Fingon intently, she needs to know more about this place, she needs to know what's going on, so she can start looking for a way out.
" "Gods"? Whoa. " Talk about-...well, god complex.
" Wait, so...why are the other guys killing them?"
She asks, fully knowing that, sometimes, there isn't a reason. Not one people can remember, anyway, not the ones that do end up dead.
War never changers, no matter where you are.
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"Apparently the gods' race and the Null lived together, once. But the powers of the gods' race induced emotion in the Null, perhaps for the first time ever. They decided to slaughter their former allies, rather than continue existing as beings that could feel."
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Well, they sound like straight up assholes.