Intro Log: Puddle Jumpers

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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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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Comments

[dadyl]

[ Daryl shrugs the shoulder of the side that isn't injured. Sure, it's bad, but he's been through tough scrapes before. He's not exactly the type to feel sorry for himself in situations like this, more likely to grit his teeth and try to see the problem through with sheer determination, but he is feeling the effects of his wounds. And he knows it's only going to get worse the more he pushes himself.

But Sal's suggested offer of his raincoat surprises him, and he's about to turn him down when the kid starts struggling out of it without waiting for Daryl's response. ]

Hey, hey! Stop that, you're gonna need it more'n me. [ Daryl nods up at the storm and then shakes his head, a part-baffled, part-impressed and almost thankful smile creeping in at one corner of his mouth. ] Ain't nothing bandage-like about plastic, kid. It wouldn't stop the bleedin' for long. Keep it.

[ But they are going to have to get somewhere safer, somewhere out of this wind and rain, before Daryl can do anything about his state. And anywhere is better than here. ] C'mon. Let's see what else we can find.

[sallyfaced]

[He stops, at least, and realizes that yeah...plastic would be a terrible bandage.]

Oh, yeah. You're right. Let's do that then. [Maybe he should look into carrying something more bandage-like around from now on. Apparently, you never know when you'll run into someone who's been stabbed and possibly shot.] But if you get tired or dizzy or something don't push yourself, okay? It's cool if you have to stop.

[He's not sure if Daryl is actually going to, but it's worth throwing that out there, he thinks. Hopefully they can find somewhere safe soon so that won't be a possibility anyway.]

[dadyl]

[ And maybe, maybe it wouldn't have happened if Sal hadn't tried to give Daryl his raincoat. Maybe it wouldn't have happened if Daryl hadn't turned him down, and maybe it wouldn't have happened if Sal wasn't still struggling back into the raincoat when a huge gust of wind caught it just right. Daryl will blame himself for all these things anyway for days afterwards.

Because half a second after Daryl has shot Sal a half-softened, half-dumbfounded look, like he's stunned the kid would care anything about him, the storm picks up with a whoosh and little Sal is carried away.

And, of course, Daryl runs after him, yelling, swearing at the cruelty of this place. This storm. Looks for the kid despite his worsening wounds, trudges around the empty city for far too long, but it's to no avail. The weird little kid in the mask is just gone. ]