hadriel_logs | INTRO LOG: A TAXING JOURNEY

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!

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This is the third time the arena has spawned both people and monsters, and this time Rainier was somewhat expecting it, checking regular for arrivals. When activity inside becomes apparent, he's quick to head inside, fully armed and armored.

It can be confusing to get out if you don't know the way, and he's fully expecting more people who need saving then not. So, you know - the skinny girl who looks more like a plague victim than anything who is currently going at the beasts summoned this time like a dwarven berserker gets a moment of startled surprise.

One of the last of the current wave of oversized centipedes coming at him shakes him out of it pretty quick, and it's disgusting how his sword can hack it in half with one good swipe. Not clean, nothing about this is clean. The whole place stinks of blood and gore.

"Exit's this way!" Rainier yells to Johanna.

Johanna takes a break from her massacring, which is at once both fun and stress-inducting, to look towards the new voice. It's a man, tall, and built like the strongest loggers back home. He's even got the stupid beard that so many of the guys in Seven used to wear. The sight almost makes her miss home, but not quite. This man is armored like no person in Seven ever would be. And that's some damn good armor, too.

"Great," she yells back, her voice tinged with bitter sarcasm. "Let's clear a path, though, because nobody writes songs about tiptoeing through fucking murder centipedes, you know?" She starts hacking at them in Rainier's direction. They're making progress. That's definitely a little satisfying.

She swings that axe around like a miniature Iron Bull while having an attitude like his wayward friend Sera.

It's been minutes, but Rainier already decides that if they survive this, he likes her.

He gives a grunt that serves as an agreement, smashing his shield into the face of one of them - what is probably a face and certainly a mouth if nothing else. They're cut down so quickly and easily that Rainier can't even think of an appropriate metaphor, but their danger has nothing to do with being tough. There's so fucking many, and they're vicious hungry things, devouring anything that gets close enough, that's bleeding - even their own fallen.

Rainier really doesn't want to find out if those teeth of theirs can tear through his armor. Not when he can't get it replaced.

Hey, if crazy, angry axe murderers are Thom's thing, Johanna isn't going to argue. For once. She doesn't exactly have a lot of friends. She's okay with that, though. For the most part, people generally suck.

"Hah!" There's something oddly satisfying about killing these creatures. It's a great way to take out one's anger, and Johanna has a lot in the anger department. Eventually, she's able to cut through to Rainier's side, although more are coming. She gives him a toothy, thin-lipped grin.

"You ready for the bloodbath, big boy?" Because Johanna most certainly is.

People do generally suck, that much they will certainly be able to agree on.

He manages to hold his own while Johanna fights her way to his side. Rainier isn't much for moving while fighting, the acrobatic spinning and slicing is for the younger, even if he's faster than his armor would suggest - but the man is a mountain. When he holds a line, it fucking holds.

He takes the blessed breather for what it is, trying to catch his breath enough for the incoming fight.

"I've been waiting for this." he says, grin wide under his beard.

Johanna lets out a wordless road and moves into the crowd. This fight doesn't need to be acrobatic -- it just needs to be relentless. Johanna swings that axe like it's what she was born to do, and it's pretty effective. More often than not she can cut a taxxon in half with one swing, it's the sheer number of them that's the problem. Johanna isn't complaining, though. These things are nasty, but it's a great stress relief.

"Take that, fatass worms!"

Sometimes wanton destruction and violence are just the thing for stress relief - and monsters, you don't have to worry about moral quandaries with monsters. So far nothing the so-called Gods have brought along with the people have been sentient, and even if these things are (they are, sadly) whatever monstrous hunger that compels them has overridden that.

Rainier was made for stamina, between the two of them they'll be able to see the end of this. Even if there will be a bad need for a clean-up after.

INTRO LOG: A TAXING JOURNEY

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