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

arise

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

[ The second boot is currently in possession of a tiny human. Not a child, but definitely shorter than average human one might find on Azeroth. While others might try to bargain for something else on her person (finders keepers is game beneath her), Shiki cares little for the collection of items. She has what she needs to survive (herself), anything else was material and easily taken as it was given.

Not that she's going to make it easy. Casually holding it up, she'll ask with as much disinterest as one would have towards another's belongings: ] This yours?

[miscreant]

[She's in the middle of kicking a pile of boots apart in a casual and lazy manner when Shiki speaks up. Her eyes fall to the boot immediately, and she can't help but narrowing her eyes a bit.

Of course someone else has decided to pick it up.]

Most likely.

[She wanders closer to get a better look, barefoot with her other boot under her arm.]