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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2018-09-10 10:02 am

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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
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[personal profile] dadyl 2018-10-01 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Daryl is just... used to it, in a way. Both helping those who need it and putting up with his own poor treatment and rough shape. It comes as second nature to him, even though he doesn't exactly seem happy about it.

Though he does sit down heavily on the couch next to Jesse, dabbing at his head. The bleeding seems to be slowing, at least. That's good news for a head wound. But then he notices Jesse's hands shaking, and he does not feel like getting up again to replace a broken pitcher. ]


Give it here.

[ And Daryl takes it out of Jesse's hand whether it's offered or not, weakness and blood loss causing less of a shake in Daryl's hands just because he's used to controlling his own nerves by this point. As unnerved as he still is.

The steady stream of water reveals nothing bad on the first foot, thankfully, but Daryl has to put the jug down on the table in front of them right afterwards to recover himself. ]
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[personal profile] chemethtry 2018-10-01 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wait, yo, wait, he can do this on his—! All Jesse manages is his mouth opening in protest as the pitcher is tugged out of his hand. But what can he say, especially when he has to focus on the water being suddenly poured onto his foot. He darts it into place over the bowl, biting back a small hiss around a self-reproaching sigh huffing out of him. And so, reluctant obedience, turning his foot this way and that. The unexpectedness of it all, where Jesse was instead anticipating being berated, subdues him into sheepish obedience, and when the guy lugs the pitcher onto the table, Jesse looks quickly over to him. ]

Hey, you—? Look, I... I got it, it's cool, man, just relax. Take it easy. [ Reaching for the pitcher, leaning in to peer with a startled grimace. ] Jesus... Man, you okay? The hell happened?