Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for June.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-15th
Warnings: Spiders. Soooo many spiders. New people. Probably swearing.

For once, the new arrivals to Hadriel will not be waking up on the cold hard ground of the colosseum. Oh, sure, you'll still awaken in the arena - but this time the Door has been kind enough to ensure that you wake up comfortably arranged in a very nice chair. Or maybe not so comfortably. Some of those look pretty awkward - hopefully you didn't wake up with a crick in your neck! And hey, feel free to try to drag some of these super cool chairs to your new homes. They're probably not cursed or anything.

As you make your way out of the arena, be careful getting to close to the walls - well, except that's the only way out, so good luck! Chilling up on there waiting to get the drop on you are Skulltulas. These funky-looking spiders have squishy underbellies, but their upper exoskeletons are hard and very difficult to break through. They really just want to nibble you a few times, and maybe suck out all of your blood. No big deal, right? Have fun!

Have you conquered your arachnophobia and managed to escape? Great! Feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers June 10th-15th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

[alayne]

Stories are only that, my lady, they are stories.

[ once, there was a little girl named sansa stark who believed in each word written in them, who would cry at the tragic tales of heroes and maidens, who would tear up at each song a bard would sing and thought the world to be beautiful and gallant.

life is not a song sweetling, she was told but such knowledge one has to learn by themselves ]

Life is far crueler.

[ but then, she smiles a little as if to expel the darkness that have taken over her mind ]

You would make for a beautiful dragon.

[scarletcast]

[ It's not empty flattery, Alayne is too careful for that, and Wanda thinks, maybe too experienced in the ways of the world to afford that kind of insincerity. She places her free hand on Alayne's, almost clasped together in reassurance or sympathy, though she knows the shape of neither. That life is cruel should not be a truth so openly spoken. ]

I will think about it.

[ She's not thought about much, in this process of becoming. ]

[alayne]

[ the smile remains, small and uncertain as it may be. she did not think of it, a chance to have something like that again, a friend. sansa had no one in king's landing and alayne did not have many in the eyrie.

she remembers, however, how sansa stark enjoyed the company of her grace, margaery tyrell, how they walked in the gardens, how the other girl made her heart a little lighter. ]

Shall we walk? It does not seem to be too far.

[scarletcast]

We will walk, [ Wanda echoes, thoughtful. The smile crashes on the shore, leaves a mark, burrows. She adds, deliberately, ] together.

[alayne]

I must thank you.

[ somehow. the girl - wanda - never had to help her. most would leave a girl like alayne to die. a baseborn girl with no lands nor gold and no way to return the favors granted to her aside of pretty bows and pretty words.

wanda will want naught of those, she knows already. ]

Mayhaps, if there is fabric to be found in the city, one day, I shall make you a dress. I was told my needlework is pleasing.

[scarletcast]

Make it red.

[ Lightly, like this is a joke between them. Wanda doesn't want anything back from her, except, perhaps, for her to stay alive and find safety. But even that is relative to a person. Safety is power, for many, instead of security. ]

When we find somewhere I may have to leave to see where else is safe. I will come back for you.

[alayne]

Red.

[ she nods with a small smile. alayne doesn't associate the color with the lions of lannister like sansa might have. it is such a color, warm and lovely, present in the girl's magic and in everything she does, bold and brave.

she would don it better than any lion, gallantly and wonderfully and let it be her mark instead of their own ]

What if they come when you are gone?

[scarletcast]

[ Her expression falls. It should not come to that, but you cannot protect everyone all the time. ]

Then you do what you must. Stay alive. Run. I will find you later.