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

[lemontree]

Men loyal to our family took us to Essos and I grew up within the Free Cities. We spent years in the streets, just the two of us, as Viserys was unable to find much remaining support for the Targaryens there.

[ She can remember well enough the difficult of those years. Of the "Beggar-King" and his sister, street urchins with a claim and nothing else. ]

Magister Illyrio of Pentos eventually took us in and gave us food and shelter. It was...very sweet, when we lived there.

[ More or less. Viserys grew more and more twisted, and Illyrio intended to sell her of as a bride to the Dothraki, but it could have been much worse for a young girl... ]

[shatteredrubies]

Loyalty is earned, not owed. I can't imagine there were many people who still supported the Targaryen name after the atrocities our father committed. Even those who are less desirable as allies cannot overlook foul crimes.

[It doesn't seem to surprise him that they were unable to find any to rally and supply them with aid. It feels likely to him that even across the Narrow Sea, Robert Baratheon's poisonous vengeance could be felt.]

I suppose living such a life, before being taken in, took a great toll on Viserys. And with a young sister to care for... [He sighs.]

Had I only deposed Father sooner. You both wouldn't have been made to suffer that way.

[lemontree]

You were not to blame for the madness of our father, nor for falling to the Usurper's hammer. [ He may not be blameless for everything, but she isn't willing to cast dispersions now. Not when she's really just glad to have him back in her life, not when she's grateful for the chance to know him. ] There is no use regretting what is long past. We have only to build a better future by learning from it.

[ Something she's done a few times over in her own life, Dany hopes. ]