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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

It varies from world to world, from what I've heard here. Like I said, the term 'demon' isn't always used well, so that causes a lot of confusion. In a lot of worlds they claim that demons aren't real at all, that they only exist as frightening stories for children, or threats to be used by religious figures. I've heard that we all have red skin, horns, wings, and fear symbols of worship, which is awfully funny.

[She could go on. Or she could stop to have a drink. The majority of people she has spoken to here seem to say that her people are myth only - and that's fine. Their ignorance will be their downfall, some day.]

I've never heard the red skin thing. Imagine if you had wings, though.

[She laughs.]

But there was belief in my town of origin that nightfall was the time of demons, and particularly religious types would recite scripture after sunset to keep them at bay.

[There were even some of those religious types among the homeless in the gardens and the Parasitized, as baffling as that was to Avisheh at the time. She'd always had a healthy dose of skepticism to counteract that, and that wasn't an unpopular stance among her fellows either.

When you're a group that is the subject of religious disapproval, it can be difficult to find peace in religion. Still, people persist.]

I vastly prefer fact over fiction, anyway.

[She does hope she'll end up with wings some day. Perhaps when she returns, she'll beg Amo for a pair, since he can grant them without her having to undergo a transformation. She knows he likes her current form, but she does so love wings. They have a certain beauty to them.]

Well, I can tell you that I don't fear scripture, and that I'm quite happy at any time of day or night. But I think the greatest fault in most stories is that they assign certain things of us that must always be true - and as creatures of chaos, that's a silly thing to do.

[If this human is so intent on her flirting, then luring her into privacy will be easy. The question then becomes what to do with her. It becomes harder and harder to ignore the urge to kill with each passing day, and she finds herself briefly fantasizing about ripping the woman's throat out with her teeth - which would be hard to actually accomplish, but such is her hunger after this long dry spell.]

[Fearless Avisheh, meanwhile, is so deeply Into This that she would never imagine it would be a bad idea to get involved with a demon.

After all, Caedra is a creature of chaos, and so is Avisheh.]

So you can be anything at all. Even a charming mercenary from a port town.

Exactly. Or a schoolboy, or the sweet old grandmother who hands out sweets.

[An ability she has demonstrated once or twice here, so she doesn't mind revealing it. Not only is she a near-perfect liar, she can construct near-perfect disguises with her short-term shapeshifting.]

Now I'm going to be paranoid everyone I'm talking to is secretly you.

[But Avisheh says it with a laugh.]

That would be a lot of effort on my part to focus so intently on speaking with you in particular.

[Sounds like wishful thinking, Avisheh. Caedra drains the last of this second drink and nudges the glass aside. It feels nice to be wanted so intently, she won't deny that.]

Not everyone all at once!

[Avisheh didn't realize what that sounded like!]

But you know, you could be any one of them, and I'd never know.

No no, not all at once, I know. So yes, you're right. I could be anyone, anywhere. A fun little game, isn't it?

[Still, a lot of faces to wear just to try and converse with one single person who she has no reason to stalk so intently. Yet, anyway. One never knows what will come next in a place like this.

Caedra reaches for her empty glass, then slips out of her chair.]

I may see you again sooner than you realize.

[Avisheh tries to hide her excited grin behind her drink.]

I hope you do.

Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

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