Intro Log: Puddle Jumpers

[hadrielmods]

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!

► This log covers September 10th-13th.
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Comments

[restinglichface]

[At least she doesn't have to face this alone.

The next moment after that momentous unsheathing of her sword, there's an elven woman at Sansa's side, both of her palms flipped up to cup the fire that dances in her hands. The pouring rain and harsh winds do nothing to weaken the flames that Lup commands, which only just jump higher and brighter with each passing moment, as the elf readies a spell.

But first her attention shifts to the younger woman, Lup's mouth curling into a grin as she dips her chin in greeting.]

Look at you rockin' that sword. Super hot.

[stonebird]

(She is freezing, yet, somehow, those words cause her to blush profusely. Good job, Lup!)

I am not carrying it for that purpose! (But she can't help smiling - ever so slightly. She is relieved to see the other woman and she hurries across the muddy ground to her side.)

Is that magic?

[restinglichface]

[Ha! That's exactly the reaction that the elf was hoping for, if that too-amused grin says anything.]

Got it in one, chickadee! Fire magic is cha'girl's speciality!

[She holds out a palm - at a safe distance! - for the girl to feel the heat rolling off of her. Even if it's magic, the fire is real enough, burning bright in her hand, Lup completely safe from it's burn.]

And what about you? Never took you for a sword slinging gal, but I bet you kick ass with it.

[stonebird]

(Sansa is awed into silence, staring at the dancing flames. How can Lup hold it and it not burn her? If she were foolish, she would reach out to touch the fire, but she knows better.)

Is there anything you can't do?

(She pushes back some wet auburn strands, glancing down at her Elven sword.)

I'm not, really. I have been learning the sword and the bow since the last world I visited. I fear I don't have my sister's talent.

[restinglichface]

[Smart girl.

Sansa's awe just leaves Lup grinning, just sharp enough to flash a hint of her teeth.]

The list is pretty small, but it exists. Just can't go around sharin' it. Can't let folks know I have any weaknesses. Would taint my rep.

[Her eyes slide from the younger woman over to the nearest ogre, some twenty feet away still.]

Just takes a lot of practice. I never had the patience for it. [Or the strength, not in those lanky arms.] But if you ever wanna learn a little magic, I can teach you a spell or two.

[stonebird]

(She laughs softly - as much as she can in the miserable circumstances. Her sense of humor will be much better when she is warm by a fire and dry.)

Be careful you don't reveal your weaknesses through your actions. More than your reputation will be on the line.

(The scent of the ogre is nauseating and she lifts her sword, ready to strike.)

How would I learn magic? Don't I need the ability, latent or otherwise?

[restinglichface]

[True as Sansa's words may be, the elf rolls her eyes, amused, both of her long ears twitching in silent mirth.]

You'd be surprised how resilient I am. The undead don't die easy.

[Or, like, ever.]

Nope. Anyone can learn magic, just takes a lot of training. My bro bro and I spent about a hundred years learning an' perfectin' our specializations. But you could bust out a level one spell in a couple of months.