hadriel_logs | 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!

► This log covers September 10th-13th.
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[He's never heard of Durotar, unfortunately... Then again, what the hell was he expecting? New York? That wouldn't really solve the issue for him.]

That's not on Earth, is it?

[Could be some tiny country he's never heard of. That's a very strong possibility.]

This is rude as hell, I know, but are you a half-orc? I thought we might be from the same place.

All places rest on earth.

[ The element, she means. But the distinction is soon forgotten at the next question. Kettara growls at that, jerking her head to show him her tusks. And then she stands, rising to her full height ]

Insult me again, human, and I will show you what kind of orc I am.

[ She's not a half-blood. She's not. ]

[...True, but not what he meant, so he's going to take that as a no. Bummer.

Whoa okay he's apparently upset her, though. Whoops. Even if she was a half-orc from his world, this is about what he should've expected as a response. He should've known better.]

Hey, calm down. I'm sorry.

[He takes a step back and puts his hands up in an attempt to placate. He's not so much worried about her attacking him—his magic is powerful enough to zip away without either of them getting hurt—but he does feel bad for offending her.]

Like I said, I just thought we might be from the same world. That's a rarity around here. Half-orcs are just another race where I'm from.

[ In Azeroth, and especially to one of Kettara's generation, insinuating her blood isn't entirely orcish is a terrible insult. It's even worse because for all Kettara knows, it might be true. Her mother never did say who had gotten her pregnant, only that it had happened after the war ended.

It's best not to think about these things. Kettara growls, low in her throat. ]

You know nothing. I should strike you down for that.

[Uh oh.]

I'd prefer if you didn't.

[That said, he's not scared of her. The aggression is certainly not preferable, though he mostly just feels bad that he's pissed her off on what's already been a stressful day, no doubt. He was stupid to have brought this up in the first place.

But if she does come after him? He's got magic for that. He can zip out of the way with a quick teleport, ideally before she gets a hit in... Being on the receiving end of her, uh, everything would probably not be fun.]

I'm Harlan, and I'm an idiot. Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. You're new, right?

[ She jerks her head at him, displaying her tusks. Just so he knows. ]

You have insulted me, human. But my master would not approve if I challenged you for it.

[ She admits it grudgingly. Master Muln would want her to settle things peacefully. ]

Yes. I am...new to this place.

[Phew. Harlan owes her master a beer, apparently.

With the issue of maybe-violence settled, he drops it and moves on. He's apologized, she's not having it but also not hitting him. He'll take it.]

Sorry you came at such a shitty time. It's not usually this wet.

[Not that she seems to mind.]

Do you need help with anything? This shit's pretty overwhelming when you're new.

Why won't the elements speak when I call to them?

[ Might as well just dive right in. ]

[Oh, good, the half-orc thing is definitively in the past.]

What are the elements? You might not be able to connect with gods or beings outside of Hadriel, if that's what you mean. This city's on a different plane than where you're from.

The elemental spirits. [ How does he not know these things? Kettara grows, more to herself than him. Humans never know anything. ] I can feel them.

[ She jerks her hand out with a snarl, summoning a flame. It gleams down her arm, flashing bright before suddenly vanishing. ]

But they won't speak.

You can feel them here?

[Now that's interesting. He watches her little trick with the flame, though it's nothing he hasn't seen before.]

I can use my magic here too, but mine has never been aligned with, uh, spirits or anything like that. I don't know how yours works, but like I said, contact with gods and shit is cut off here.

Of course. I can always feel them.

[ Something would be very wrong if she couldn't. ]

The elements are -- everything. Life. If I can still call to them, feel them, they ought to be able to speak.

[...Okay, this is a puzzle.]

I've got nothing, sorry. You should ask one of the gods about it. Hope might know what's up.

[ She exhales sharply. ]

Yes, I suppose I must. Do you consider them honorable, these gods?

[Hm. He has a feeling she might not like his answer.]

That depends on what you mean by honorable. The ones I've talked to are straightforward. Hope, Tranquility, and Sorrow won't bullshit you. I haven't talked to Rage or Fear. I'd avoid Confusion purely because of her name. I've heard she's trickier than the other gods. Love is my favorite, but they have a bad rap for reasons I don't understand. I made a deal with them once. They've given me info about the city too, but they didn't seem to know as much as the other gods do. Your mileage is gonna vary there.

...I see.

[ It's an honest answer, if nothing else. Kettara supposes she should be thankful for that. ]

It seems I must seek out the answers on my own.

Intro Log: Puddle Jumpers

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