Intro Log: Don't Wake Tonberry

[hadrielmods]

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: Cute monsters, a way to pass the time, and plenty of newbies!

Waking up in Hadriel certainly has its down sides, but if this weird murdercave city is good at one thing, it's keeping people entertained. As you awaken on the hard ground of the colosseum, you might see a rectangular cardboard box lying near you. Ignore it for now, as you get your bearings, but if you get bored? Well, you'll find these exciting and unique board games will keep you entertained!

But how could you possibly get bored, when there are plenty of cute monsters around to keep you company? Sharing the colosseum with all the new arrivals are Tonberries. In addition to their natural cuteness defense, they also carry very large knives. They're slow-moving and look innocent and even friendly, but be careful - one strike from that knife and you'll be a bloody mess. They won't attack unless you get too close, but who doesn't want to hug a Tonberry? And of course, if you attack, they'll counter with extreme prejudice.

Managed to resist the urge to hug a Tonberry? Safely escaped from the clutches of the colosseum, new board game in tow? Awesome! 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 September 10th-13th.
► 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

[solvethepuzzle]

Even with his odd little household intact, Near did still venture out occasionally. As always with the collar of his coat up to hide the bottom half of his face. And to even the most passing observation, it was clear that the coat was much too big for him, the cuffs of his sleeves reaching past his wrists and the hem halfway to his knees. Besides this, his most striking feature would be the mop of white hair that showed no sign of having been combed in at least a week.

He wasn't lounging about; when he left the house, it was always for a reason, and while he would normally note the presence of someone new and simply move on, the content of what the stranger said stopped him. 'Keeps doing this', is it? Near knows that this sort of thing can indeed happen multiple times; his own presence here is a result of that.

"An old hand at this, are you?"

[rebelarchivist]

Dorian had almost been speaking to himself, hoping for, but not really expecting a response, especially not from what looked like a mobile coat with a mop sticking out the top of it. But lo and behold, the mop spoke!

Dorian looked down at the... well he supposed they were a boy, the voice was right for it at least, and nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. I'm getting quite tired of it, truth be told." He rubbed at the bridge of his nose, looking around at the surrounding ruined buildings and then back down at Near. "I suppose introductions are in order. Dorian Pavus, of far too many places to list at the moment. And you are?" It was the little things, the small pleasantries and nods to civilization that reminded him that, even if he was stuck in any number of awful places, he could still be better than that. That he was better than that.

[solvethepuzzle]

His voice is quiet and monotonous, but youthful; one might ascribe it to someone in his middle or possibly even early teens. The fact that he's only five feet tall does nothing to discourage such an impression, either.

"Being flung from world to world would be tiring, I'm sure." He knows. It was a matter of course with the last situation he'd been in; a new world every month or two. If nothing else, he appreciates the stability that Hadriel offers in comparison. "Perhaps you should call these beings and complain."

Which is actually a viable option, if an ultimately fruitless one.

Near has little care for pleasantries, by and large, but introductions are such a basic and useful thing. "I am called Near, of no particular place myself."

He mimics the phrasing more out of a sense of symmetry than anything else. Most people don't talk that way. Usually just those from more old-fashioned eras or nobility. Or both.

[rebelarchivist]

Well, the monotone was slightly creepy, but not too much. More strange than anything else.

"A pleasure to meet you, Near. How long have you lived in this... well fair city is too generous, and dank hole seems a bit harsh. I suppose dank city will serve." Because no, Hadriel, even from what he could see, was not fair or pleasant, and it wasn't very dank. Perhaps a bit damp. Very dwarven, though with very different architecture. Was he back home, and somehow in the Deep Roads? Probably not, as he had yet to see anything resembling Darkspawn, thank the Maker for small kindnesses.