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

[fadeling]

I'm Cole. Or I used to be Cole. [It's difficult to describe, and he can't remember what happened to the other Cole.]

It's...loud. lingering. A name but new.

[unitas]

Do you want to be called Cole? [ She used to be Alessa, but she is not Alessa: she's Sharon, and to be called her other name would be a cruel dig. ]

[fadeling]

I don't have a name. But you need to call me something. Cole is fine. He won't mind.

[unitas]

Cole it is, then. [ a beat, and then: ] Is there anything I can do to help you out?

[fadeling]

I don't know yet. It doesn't make sense.

[unitas]

What can I do to help it make sense? [ If anything at all. ]

[fadeling]

I don't know. It's too loud. It... latches, lingers, makes listening louder until it bursts. I'll be alright. I'll get used to it.

[unitas]

...Maybe some ear plugs will help?

[fadeling]

No, it won't. It's not that kind.

[unitas]

[ Well, she's all out of ideas. ]

Then I hope you can get used to it.

[fadeling]

Yes. Maybe. I'll try but it will always be loud.