Intro Log: Off my chest

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for April.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: April 10th-13th
Warnings: Newbies, explosions, and things that are definitely treasure chests and not evil monsters out to get you.

Welcome to your first day in Hadriel! Enjoy your surroundings, meet your fellow travelers, and be sure to start exploring so you can collect as much loot as possible!

On the ground around you may notice bang snaps, scattered haphazardly. Try not to step on any of them, or you might burn your feet! Feel free to gather them up and use these baby fireworks however you see fit; there are dozens strewn about on the ground. Popping them will emit clouds of smoke of various colors, and... well, not much else.

Is there anything else lurking around? Glad you asked! If you look around, you may find a few innocent-looking treasure chests. Which you know, normally means free loot- except, in Hadriel, nothing is quite the way it's advertised of course and the chests are actually dangerous mimics. Mimics- often disguised as treasure chests- are monsters with surprisingly quick movements and gaping maws filled with teeth. They exist to try and fool an unlucky traveler into thinking they've gotten something good... only to lunge at them in their moment of triumph and prove that life is actually terrible and nothing comes for free.

Good luck!

Once you've managed your daring escape from the colosseum, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers April 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► All characters now arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

[fleshing]

[Oh hey. It's this chump. Krieg looks up from his mild bloodbath, adrenaline up and boiling. A muscle beneath his visible eye jumps. Once, twice.]

You have an axe to grind?

[That is to say, care to join the fun, Rhys? 'Cause, you know. Viscera, and junk. It's a fun Pandoran pastime. The kind everyone loves.]

[hybridification]

I, uh- what?

[Rhys does not quite comprehend that, nor does he really want to. For all that Krieg isn't outright murdering him yet (thank whatever deity exists for that), he never quite seems that far off.

It's the crazy eyes. it's gotta be.]

No. I don't, um. Have an axe.

[fleshing]

[No, he doesn't, and he doesn't seem to have any kind of weapon at all. Has he learned nothing from Pandora? You don't just walk around unarmed.]

It's a bloody business, Bates.

[Seemingly unperturbed by the amount of red currently coating him, Krieg yanks his axe from the mimic's remains with an unpleasantly loud squelch.]

Where's your lord and master?

[hybridification]

[Well, so much for that. Why does he go out of his way to try to talk to this guy? Rhys winces and tries to remain calm, unlike the first time they met. Maybe Krieg will be cooler if he doesn't freak out?

So he goes still, tries not to start shaking. He does pretty good, considering that Krieg is covered in viscera and in the process of murdering god-only-knows what else.]

My- who? Uh... nowhere. Haven't seen him. I don't think I technically have one at this point, you know what I mean?

[fleshing]

[Hmm. He studies the squishy remains without much enthusiasm, then turns away. Mimic's dead. Nothing else to carve up except this side of beef here, and he's looking like a disappointingly easy fight. No point.]

Boring.

[He groans like some kind of absurd petulant child.]

I'm raring for a grinder.

[hybridification]

That's nice.

[It's not that nice. This crazy bandit is, in fact, not a nice person. Rhys is still not quite able to speak Krieg though, and so he's not quite sure if he's actually saying anything significant or not, but- well, it's best to assume 'no' and fall back on niceties, right? At least if he's polite, there's no reason to murder him.]

I also, uh. Didn't get your name earlier. [Pause. He's reeeeally trying here.] ...do you have one?

[fleshing]

The angry roar of a dying baby!

[Hell of a name. He waves his axe above his head triumphantly, caring very little for whatever flecks of gore and various giblets he might be spraying about in the process.

Come on. Just...give him your name. It's the most normal thing you could possibly do, his brain-sound is grousing. Krieg shakes his head once, grunts, and concedes.]

KrRRRRRIEG!

[hybridification]

...right. That's a nice name.

[He's kind of getting used to this. Maybe. What he's not getting used to are the dribbles of gore that are now flecking onto his nice outfit, and Rhys cringes a little, stepping back so he's not quite so exposed to the incoming viscera. Nice, Krieg.]

Did you find a place to stay yet? Or do you just kind of... sleep, like... on rocks and stuff?

[fleshing]

[Come on! Red's a pretty color! Way better than that awful shade of yellow amiright.]

My friend made me a pretty house with a ribbon on the side!

[Which is probably for the best, since Axton is a bit better at interpreting Krieg's word salad speech than Rhys is. No offense Rhys.]

[hybridification]

[We're gonna stick with yellow. Yellow is a good color, it's like flowers and butter and... other... yellow things that are nice. Rhys just sort of blinks at the statement anyway, giving Krieg a half nod.]

Okay. Well, I'm happy for you. I guess I'll, uh, leave you to your slaying.

[fleshing]

Make sure not to step on any empty brrrrrains!

[Rhys even gets a wave, just to prove how charitable Krieg is feeling at the moment. That's two entire encounters with a literal Psycho, and no death yet. Stay optimistic, Rhys, this is good for your future.]