hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

What: The intro log for May
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: May 10th-14th
Warnings: Flying monkeys! New friends! Prosthetic limbs!

Here in Hadriel, we do introductions right. That means dumping you on the ground of an old Roman-style Colosseum with a bunch of scary monsters and also a bunch of weird shit. Your monster of the day happens to be Winged Monkeys, more commonly known as flying monkeys, from the Wizard of Oz and affiliated stories!

As you may have been able to guess, these creatures can fly and they're rather intelligent- intelligent enough to wield spears and daggers as crude weapons and strong enough to pick someone right up off the ground and fly with them to a perch, where they'll... you know, stab them with their knives and stuff.

Why? We don't know. It's Hadriel.

Just in case you lose a couple of limbs in the process of escaping these critters, we've got you covered. Scattered around the newbies are prosthetic limbs for various body parts. These limbs are all fully functional, even if they look a bit... odd, so if you've lost an arm or two, or a leg, or even a pinkie finger, feel free to grab one and try to figure out how to use it!

Good job dealing with those monkeys! It's kind of a weird thing to be threatening, but clearly someone was afraid of them once. Once you're done, you can 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 May 10th-14th.
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[Ah, now, gunshots - that's something Caedra has slowly become more accustomed to, the fact that some of these people have firearms. An almost unheard-of sight at home, but something that does happen here, even if it's rare. She watches the monkeys fall, one by one, smiling appreciatively from the sidelines until they thin out for the time being and he stops to reload.]

Very nice. What do you call that weapon of yours?

[There are so many types and she knows so little about them but they look so very effective, at least for those who can't already do better anyway with magical skill.]

[Not a single shot is fired without a subsequent THUMP of a little furry body hitting the ground. It doesn't even seem like he's working too hard to aim, each shot within seconds of the other.

At length, he pauses to reload the pistol, slightly less irate than he was before, barely glancing up from the gun as the woman approaches.

A smile, sharp and still vaguely irritable, but at the very least, it's most certainly not directed at her]

The Dragon Stomper.48.

[Laugh all you want at the name, it's very apropos.]

Normally I'd be spending it's ammunition in something a little more deserving but I need to blow off a little steam.

Dragon stomper?

[She doesn't laugh outright, but she does grin.]

Sounds like wishful thinking, I wouldn't have thought one of those could take down a dragon! Perhaps a young one. Can I see it?

You can certainly look at it.

[Look, no one touches Reaver's fightin' pistol but Reaver.

Any and all pistol related euphemisms are another story]\

Admire it all you like!

Ah-

[She raises an eyebrow in disappointment but tries to play it off as confusion. He's probably not used to women being interested in weaponry. Or he's possessive and distrustful which, that's fair.]

Well, it's fascinating. At home, I've only ever heard of one being made. I'm still quite new to the idea of anyone having one at all. Are they common in your world?

[Trust him, he's more than used to women having a love of weaponry. Sparrow was a hell of a shot, he's lucky he's as good at dodging.]

My world and yours? What an interesting choice of words.

[Well a lot of stuff is putting itself the hell together now. He doesn't really like the implication, he was kind of busy at home-]

Not this pistol, but guns and pistols and blunderbusses and shotguns and rifles in general, every local dreg with a few coins to spare can pick themselves up a rusty firearm to call their very own.

[She laughs at all the unfamiliar words.] I see.

[Rifle, right, that's the long one that man had last month. The other words are alien to her. She'll have to ask someone she knows who might tell her more - perhaps Semiyon knows.]

Yes, I'm sure we must come from very different places! I don't even know what most of those are.

Now isn't that fascinating? Most people I stumble into who can't boast of being from 'my world' aren't nearly as nice to look at.

[The simian scourge seemingly scarpered, Reaver holsters his weapon, looking for more pleased than he had a few minutes prior]

It's a shame you don't know, they're great fun, as you can see.

[DEAD MONKEYS EVERYWHERE]

Is it hard to come across them here as well?

[Caedra smiles at the flattery and brushes hair from her face, then glances around.]

You've done well. You're an excellent shot. But the guns themselves - yes, there's an armory here but the weapons are primarily melee-based. Ammunition is very limited and I suspect the city guard try to regulate who has it and who doesn't.

[She leans in a little, as if to confide, reaching for his nearest arm. She's not even remotely interested in this newcomer, not like that, but they're so entertaining to toy with. She may not be a succubus but she's seen them at work, and always respected how they manage to wrap people around their little fingers so easily.]

But you don't need to go to the guards. The gods will provide directly, if you do them favors.

Well that doesn't sound like any fun.

[What does sound like fun is stealing the shit out of those bullets though, that might be tons of fun! Filing that away in the fun ideas folder, thanks!

He certainly makes no move to push her away when she moves to take his arm, even tilts his head slightly towards her when she speaks, more than happy to lend a bit of a conspiratorial air to this. Who knows who might be watching after all?

Lets make this look special!]

Gods?

[There's a snort]

And what malfeasant, egostistical mage is calling themselves a god this time? You know if I had a coin for every god I've shot in the face, I could melt them all down and make a twenty foot tall gold statue.

[She raises an eyebrow, but smiles at the reply. This sure is some cocky asshole here, but also fuck these false gods, really. She'd love to see them shot in the face, flayed and dismembered, their blood scattered to the soil for the Abyss to feed on.]

I'm glad that you won't buy into their nonsense, then. Too many here do. You're right, they're not gods - but they refuse to call themselves by any other name. The Null call them 'parasites' which seems a little more appropriate.

["Cocky Asshole" may as well be in his name somewhere, that's essentially the personality.

He'd definitely agree though, he hasn't even met them and they deserve nothing less.]

No one who ever calls themselves a god is one, interesting fun fact I've picked up over the years.

I can't wait to meet them. While I do so love a vacation, I don't think I'll be spending too much time here.

No, I'm sure with you here now, we're all going to be suddenly spared their misery. You'll certainly find a way to convince them to let us all home!

[There's zero change in tone but only an idiot would mistake her words for anything but mockery. She smiles, waits a beat.]

Which isn't to discourage you, I should say. To the contrary, I think we could use a few more people willing to stand up to them directly.

Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

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