Intro Log: Ugh, Talk to the Hand

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-14th
Warnings: None

Welcome to Hadriel. Your first glimpse of your new home is maybe not the most welcome - you awaken on the floor of the colosseum, surrounded by sand and walls and... trees? Yes, trees. Along with you and the other newcomers, a number of Territorial Oaks have arrived in Hadriel. They look just like normal trees, except for those welcoming smiles - oh, and they don't like you at all. They move fast, hit hard, and if you manage to bring one down it'll go out in a large, dangerous explosion. This may have you rethinking your stance on clear-cutting.

While you're trying to avoid the trees, you might come across a few of the other things the Door has deposited in the colosseum for your (its?) entertainment. Namely, a bunch of toys that no one has played with in years. But maybe one of them will tickle your fancy?

Once you've finished indulging your 90's nostalgia, feel free to look around. 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 February 10th-14th.
► 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!

Comments

[quintessent]

[She'd figured that would be the case. Perhaps there would be something she could do to help — she's not a scientist per se but growing up on Altea almost counts (they do love their science and techology.)

But first-]

Are you planning to stay and fight these... [Hm] Trees?

[The strangest mix of flora and fauna that she's ever seen.]

[requiemshark]

Yeah.

[ He's one of the trained soldiers. It's not fair to expect the civilians to drop everything on just trying to survive the day. Not when he's available and more than that, really good at this shit. ]

My armor can take whatever they throw. You?

[quintessent]

[Then that settles it-]

Then I will lend a hand.

[She's not about to run off and leave someone else with the hard work. Gripping her bayard tight in one hand, she turns to appraise their enemies. There's still a handful of them in the arena — thankfully they're too large to fit a significant number, inside, and judging by their blank stares at all except those that come too close, probably not too intelligent.]

If we both focus on one at the same time, then we should be able to make quick work of it.

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera eyes her a moment, then nods. If she says she can handle it, then she can handle it. ]

What's your speciality? I can hit from a distance, or get it on close.

[ His style is flexible to the extreme, meant to be paired with a team. It's only in the past few years that he started to fight alone. ]

[quintessent]

[She’s grateful for the immediate trust in her word. Too frequently it’s easy for others to see the princess before the paladin.

As an answer to his question, the bayard in her hand sparks to life— a long whip of light extends past the handle, glowing with white and blue light as it trails on the ground beside her,]

I am best at close range. My whip should be able to keep these creatures still if you are capable of dealing the killing blow.