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

[barebacking]

[ What a heroic appearance he has. He wonders if this is how humans once felt as they gaze upon their own idols. His eyes widen a little as he thinks that he sees something with the blades but he cannot be certain. In the end, he ends up continuing to smile up toward the gore-covered elf. And he doesn't balk at how many pieces are upon him. How nice. ]

There do seem to be quite a few of them. I wonder why there are so many. [ Even though, he is certain that he should sound frightened, troubled, he instead continues to smile and speak in honeyed tones. ] An elf, hm? An elf. [ Yaha repeats as he keeps looking him over. ] What a comforting glow that your eyes have, brother.

And no matter how tedious something is, isn't it wonderful that you are alive? That everything else is dead? That you get to crush what pieces are left of the bodies beneath your heel? [ Ah. He turns his head as he feels he may have said something that he should not have. Hm. ] That is to say ... your form is quite amazing.

[respired]

[Koltira pauses. He hadn't given much initial consideration to this stranger. He had planned to simply keep moving towards the exit, keep meeting whatever obstacle might bar the way. Keep destroying it.

But there's something off here. Not just in the other man's words--oddly repeating, increasingly unsettling--but in his appearance, too. His tapered ears; slim body. He's calling Koltira kin, but Koltira feels little kinship to living elves. To anyone.

To that end, he shakes his head, and starts to walk.]

There is no wonder in what I am.

[He gestures to the lichfire of his eyes; to him, they're a sign of his curse.]

And what I am is not alive.

[barebacking]

Ah, then we have that in common.

[ He sings after as he continues to follow. His hands slide behind his own back as he takes on more and more childish movements and gestures as a means to endear himself to the other. ]

I have also died. But everyone says that I'm alive now. [ Tilting his head, he taps his index finger on his chin. ] Isn't that a funny thing to say to someone? But I still think there is quite a bit of wonder to you, brother.

There is such grace and power in how it is that you move and kill.

[respired]

We do not have that in common.

[There is health to this elf's skin. A beating heart; a rushing pulse. Koltira bristles at the suggestion of connection, because even if this man had died, he was granted a true resurrection--something Koltira can never, will never experience.]

There is no wonder to me. Only curses.

[Another taxxon skitters towards them, smelling the blood of its own fallen people. Koltira extends his hand, his fingers glowing bright blue with a sphere of frozen energy. An arc of howling, icy wind bursts forth from his palm, holding the taxxon in place as it swirls around the monster's body.]

Only death.

[He steps ahead of the man, swings his runeblade, and the ice shatters as he cuts the taxxon cleanly in half. Blood sprays. Koltira runs his tongue over his teeth.]

[barebacking]

[ The childish, if not deranged, glee calms at the words. His shoulders lower as he feels like something has been taken from him. He doesn't quite like the feelings. Everything has been gifted him -- save his sweet Urick, of course -- these past three years that he almost has forgotten what it is to be denied. ]

Now, now, brother... you should not speak about yourself so.

[ He lightly scolds as he watches the ice shatter and the interrupting worm cleanly cut in half. His hands slide behind his back -- a familiar gesture to him, but it really is meant to keep his hands from moving and attempting to cast spells. Yaha cants his head to the side as he watches the other elf. ]

You have protected me and brought a beautiful show of ice and blood. How can that be a curse?