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

[thelastjoy]

[Girl makes a strangled noise, a scream caught in her throat. She's seen blood, she's seen destruction. She's seen more death than names she knows.

Girl's used to a world where guns ended all. Those wounds would leave gore, sure, but not like this. She's never seen something ripped apart like this, never watched something so brutal. It makes bile rise in her throat. She clasps her hands over her mouth, unsure if she wants to vomit or shriek.

The bird's own screeches keeps her from trying to run. She's never handled another's pain well. Especially, not an animals. She hesitates, taking a step toward the creature instead of back.]

[fernbeleafer]

[ once girl approaches, and keyleth realizes she's trying to help, keyleth stills as best she can. it's tough because now that she's agitated the arrows they're starting to hurt more. that combined with nothing else for keyleth to worry about has her chirping in frustrated pain in her effort to be still.

but girl is easily tall enough to reach the arrows-- it seems most of the giant bird's bulk near its head is in feathers, some of which are as big as girl's arms. the sharp, hooked beak had gouged a few lines into the dirt. but now that it's pressed toward the ground, girl will find that it comes up just under waist height. one eye: a bright yellow, watches her intently.

the eagle gives another chirp, this time an upward scale of soft and hopefully encouraging notes. her wing stretches out and flattens against the ground a little more-- the larger coarse ones revealing some of the softer down below as keyleth does her best to give girl access to help her out. the feathers around her neck give way easily, and it isn't very difficult to find the thick muscle at her shoulder and chest, where the three broken arrows protrude. ]