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Intro Log: Puddle Jumpers

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for September
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: September 10th-13th
Warnings: Fresh meat, lots of rain and angry ogres

If the rain on your face isn't enough to wake you up in the colosseum, maybe the thundering footsteps and- well, thunder- is. The first thing that you may notice is that it's incredibly wet around here, with winds that could knock you over if you aren't careful and thunder that brings with it a torrent of constant rainfall.

That's all fine though, because the gods saw fit to help you out on your way in and now everyone will be waking up wearing a rain coat! These coats are a little odd, and some of them are downright silly, but we trust that you'll make do. Of course, a few of the raincoats have additional sleeves, neck holes, and entirely too many buttons as well- but hey, it's the best we could do.

Wait, what was that about thundering footsteps? Oh right, as you're navigating your new fashion choices, there are some monsters afoot who will want nothing more than to grind you into a pulp and eat you- well, if you're organic, that is. If you're not organic, then they still want to grind you to a pulp, but maybe not so much the eating part.

Ogres are from many fantasy stories, but these in particular are from the Dragon Age series. With incredible strength and stamina and massive horns, fangs, and a bloodlust for violence, these monsters won't stop until everyone around them is a blood smear on the ground. They're also not too happy about this rainfall either, so be careful not to slip in the puddles as you run away from them!

Once you've splashed around a bit, feel free to run off into the stormy abyss of our islands. 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!

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It came as quite a shock.

[she's not sure. by now, she has enough training that she could join the Guard herself, but she's not so fond of the idea of something so . . . regimented]

Indeed. And while we're here? We have nothing but time for exploration and discovery.

[it took her a while to figure it all out. time and introspection.

she smiles] For a time, we had a masked hero here called Daredevil. He and I fell in love and he asked me to go back to his world when my time to leave came. I agreed. The . . . weight of carrying two identities troubled him, though. I thought that perhaps if I was capable of accompanying him, it would lighten the load.

Always does.

[ One of the crueler aspects of this place, he thinks. You start to know someone, trust them, care for them, and then one day they're just gone. ]

A hero in a mask.

[ Sounds like something out of a movie. Ephemera has a sinking suspicion that he met this man, and possibly mocked him on more than one occasion. He feels a bit about it now, with Margaery in front of him. Ephemera likes her. He ought to respect her judgement. ]

Guess that's one way to do it. I'm glad you found someone.

[ He means that sincerely. It helps to have people at your side. ]

[in a strange way, Margaery was lucky. the only one she's lost that she truly cared for was the man she loves. and she still feels that loss every day]

Yes. He had his reasons for wanting to keep his identities separate. Beyond that, I cannot say.

[she'd never even imagined that such a thing was possible. and she realizes that it likely sounds. . . odd. but she's firm in her decision]

Thank you. I miss him every day, but I--I try to see every day here as another day to improve for out there.

[she can tell he's being sincere and she's touched]

He's gone?

[ It seems that way from the way that she speaks. Ephemera sighs, tapping the ash away from his cigarette. ]

I'm sorry.

Yes. He left. . . a while ago.

[a long while ago. most people would have given up hope by now. not Margaery. once she has a goal in mind, she doesn't give up until it's attained]

So am I. It's a terribly sorry world we've found ourselves in. And yet, it still has its beauties.

[ Ephemera hums to himself, not sure what to say. It hurts to lose people. He knows that too well by now. Sometimes he thinks being the last one standing is the worst thing that ever happened to him, but those are bad days. He's trying not to get stuck thinking like that now. It doesn't help, in the end. ]

Yeah. Think I'm better now, because I was here.

[ He's quiet for a moment, then offers her the cigarette. ]

You want a drag?

[just like it doesn't help Margaery to think that if only the High Sparrow had listened to her when she warned him of danger, they'd all still be alive. he didn't, she's dead and here, and there's nowhere to go but forward]

So do I.

[this place has forced her to confront some of the more unsavory aspects of her past and come to terms with them. she's also been able to drop the mask she'd maintained for so many years in Westeros and be herself.

she takes the cigarette when it's offered]

Well, I suppose? Why not?

[she takes a drag and immediately begins to cough, but she keeps from dropping the cigarette]

--oh! Oh my!

Careful, [ Ephemera warns, a few seconds too late. He covers his smile with his hand. ] Always burns the first time. You ever smoked before?

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[she's appreciate the warning, but she was overhasty and is now paying for it by coughing] No, never. We've no such things in Westeros.

[ Ephemera smiles a little. ]

It's a bad habit. But it calms me down, sometimes.

[she gives him a wry smile back and offers him the cigarette]

In this place, we could all use as much calm as possible.

No shit.

[ Ephemera accepts the cigarette and takes a long drag. ]

I miss anything really bonkers when I was gone?

[she laughs brightly]

Well, let's see. . . obviously you missed our entire relocation onto these four bloody islands. A rogue Null surfaced, calling itself Name and claiming to have developed emotions and know where missing parts of the Door are.

That's where much of the town is, on a boat adventure trying to reclaim the lost pieces. I just hope they're not close enough to be caught in this storm. That could be truly dangerous.

How many people are out on the boat?

Honestly, I have no idea. At least twenty people? There are a lot of people who have placed their hopes on the Door fragments.

[ Ephemera doesn't blame them, really. He wishes he could be that optimistic. ]

And you? What'd you think?

[ She's not out searching, so that means something. ]

[so does she]

...I think that placing too much faith in Name is dangerous. It seems to have repented of its past deeds, but it is still a Null. And we know that the Null are capable of . . . selective truth-telling.

Also, it said something that concerns me, if it's true. Here, we have the so-called gods, each of a specific emotion. It told me that the Door fragments seem to embody all emotions.

[ Ephemera hums to himself, considering that. He needs more information before he can form an opinion one way or another. ] ....fuck, this stuff is beyond me. Does that mean none of the gods can control it on their own?

[that is wise. too many people take what they're told and don't reflect on it further]

It's beyond anything I've ever known, too. And, perhaps? Or perhaps it's a god in and of itself?

One other thing. I spoke to Sorrow about going to another world. He confirmed that it is possible.

Who the fuck knows. [ Sometimes it feels like anything is possible in this place, and not always in a good way. Ephemera finishes the cigarette and grinds the butt out under his boot. ] Suppose that's good, though. People like you and me have a chance. You gonna go to his world?

[ The man in the mask, he means. ]

[it does seem that way, but Margaery tries to remain hopeful. if she loses hope, she'll have little else] Yes, a chance for a life in a new world. And I will. I've stitched his name and address into the lining of all of my gowns in case the Door mucks with my memory.

That's clever. [ Ephemera wouldn't have thought of that. Programming it into his HUD, maybe, not not directly into his clothes. ] I hope you find him. It helps, having someone.

Thank you. [Margaery has been taught how to be clever and resourceful by her grandmother, the Queen of Thorns. those lessons never go away, even though they may be apart] I hope so, too. And it does. It gives me a goal to work towards, rather than just--waiting here for something to happen.

I'll drink to that. [ Ephemera spent far too many years just sitting and seething, waiting for an opportunity. It didn't help. ] Place like this, it's easy to get stuck in your head.

As would I! If only we were at the Speakeasy and could toast properly instead of out in the rain. [and she spent too many years chasing men for power. no longer. and she nods] Far too easy. That's why we need friends we can depend on. [a pause] I would like to become such a friend to you, Ephemera.

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