Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

[hadrielmods]

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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

[northerndragon]

He smiles at her in appreciation, a little awkwardly: there's something about it that doesn't quite reach his eyes, which tend to look sad. But the appreciation itself is genuine.

"Bottles aren't so big where I'm from. Little things, for medicines or perfumes. Maesters use them. My home has a glass garden, but the glass itself is -- " He purses his lips and gives his head the sort of shake a person gives when they want to indicate the great expense of something, then lifts the glass to his mouth.

The sweet heat begins to trail down his throat, and he sets the glass down with a sigh.

"It's good. You're right, I am new around here, a few weeks ago. My name is Jon Snow."

[circumitus]

While not the most socially adept person there is, not even Rey is so obtuse that she misses subtle cues and tells in a person. Like how this guy looks like he's in a perpetual state of 'kicked puppy' mode. She gets it,

"Guess you'll be living well in Glass Paradise here, then."

Rey snorts, as she reluctantly decides to pour herself some of that mead as well. It's been a while, but she can't recall why she wanted to make this stuff.

After a pause, she takes a drink between Jon's answer. "Few weeks... So you came in with the fucking winged monkeys and the excess prosthetics." She swishes her glass in thought, her mouth tightening into a thin line. "Name's Rey. Been here for... well over a couple years now."

[northerndragon]

"Prosthetics?" The word is unfamiliar, but then he remembers the weird false limbs that had been all over the Coliseum recently. "No, no. The big worms and the candles."

The way she swishes the liquid around in her glass, and her mouth tightens, makes him think that she hasn't enjoyed all of her years here... which sounds reasonable, according to the things he's been told by the women he shares a house with.

"What sort of place did you come from?" Where glass is as plentiful as it might be if the Myrish ruled the world, is not exactly implied there, but he can't help but think it.

[circumitus]

"Oh. So, last month." Rey doesn't consciously keep track of which monsters show up and when; she's just got a good memory for it. It helps to gauge a timeline in some regards.

It's hard to think how much time she's spent here, though. She doesn't often spend much time in one place for long, never really having any concept of 'home' in her entire, many lives.

But it hasn't all been terrible. She got to make a family here. A place for herself. Even the Speakeasy has given her a reason to get up every day.

Then she's wrenched back to thoughts of her own world at Jon's question, and she looked even less pleased at the memories. "Very different than here, that's for sure. We've got more advanced weapons and technology, but no magic or gods." She gesticulates. "Well, you get people who try to play at god, and it's debatable if the ones here even are."