INTRO LOG: A TAXING JOURNEY

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for December. Watch your step!
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: December 10th-17th
Warnings: Taxxon-related violence, teeth shoes, general unpleasantness, mass confusion.

You wake up in the dust of the colosseum with no shoes on, regardless of the state of your feet when you arrived. There's dust covering your clothing and in your hair, but other than that, there's no signs of injury or bruising. You're also not alone- nearby, there are others, either still passed out or just waking up like you are. Feel free to take solace in that fact. Or don't- some of you aren't human, and are clearly not great people either. No offense.

To your left, there is a door in the wall of the arena, supposedly leading to the halls which will then show you to your freedom. To your right, and scattered haphazardly on the ground, are a myriad of teeth shoes. These shoes might be better than going barefoot right now, but good luck finding a matching set, let alone one that fits you.

When you do eventually try to escape, be careful. The halls are crawling with Taxxons. Large and grotesque, these caterpillar-like creatures have circular mouths and multiple rows of sharp teeth. Their sense of smell is impeccable, and they will stop at nothing to feed when they scent blood. So, you know, try to avoid stepping on anything sharp on your way out.

All done with the horrible monsters and awkward greetings? Try your hand at exploring the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies until your little heart is content. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers December 10th-17th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► Characters may find their own shoes scattered around with the teeth shoes if you like.
► All characters now arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

[amos_moses]

Ah, crap. Where Amos comes from, giving any of the fae-kind your name is a very stupid thing to do. Amos generally refrains from handing his name out first for just that reason. But being rude is even worse, and Amos only hesitates a moment before answering.

"Name's Amos." He smiles. "An' what's yours, if I may ask?"

[respired]

"Koltira Deathweaver." He did not miss the hesitation, and his eyes narrow slightly. "What troubles you?"

[amos_moses]

Well, having a name in return - and with a surname of sorts - is a nice gesture, and it relaxes the suspicion sparked in Amos's thoughts. He rolls a little shrug at Koltira, and after a moment comes up with an answer that's mostly true and hopefully won't give offense.

"I don't deal with the fae very often, sorry. It was rude of me not to introduce myself earlier."

[respired]

"I am not fae," Koltira says. He spits the word, like it's foreign, and possibly an insult--because it is, as far as he knows.

[amos_moses]

Amos grimaces. "Ah, fae...it's a group term, where I'm from, covers elves, faeries, unseelie, brownies, the like. I just figured you were an elf, from the ears, but I'm not sure which sort? So I just went with fae to cover all my bases."

Obviously his mistake, and Amos hopes Koltira won't take offense and decide to kill him. Amos really, really likes not being dead. He shifts his weight a little, nervously. He's not met very many supernatural creatures with a lot of patience.

[respired]

"I am an elf," Koltira says. "But I don't recognize your other terms."

His mood is simply more irritated than anything, and it doesn't seem even particular to Amos. It's just his default attitude.

[amos_moses]

"Oh. Alright. Sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to."

Amos almost wishes Kat were here, as he doesn't make these sorts of blunders, with his superior senses and being able to tell a difference between species.... But no, if Kat were here, he'd probably just set Koltira in fire for being annoying, as Kat does when irritated. And he's always irritated.

[respired]

Koltira makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. "It's fine. I'm merely correcting your perception."

He looks beyond Amos, towards the tall, lighted spires. Time to move on, he reckons. Glancing back to the boy, he nods curtly. "In any case, I still need answers. But I expect I'll see you around. Mind yourself."

And, with that, he's walking.

[amos_moses]

"Oh, ah, thank you. And take care."

Amos blinks a little at the dismissal, then smiles. Well! This has been a very entertaining adventure, and Koltira hadn't cursed him or cut him open or anything. That definitely counts as a good experience in his book.