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

[whichend]

[ She lowers the sword, slowly, but makes sure the green thing can still see it. He's not out of the woods yet. ]

You cannot be a cannibal by eating humans, when you are not human yourself. [ That much is clear. ]

So what are the teeth for?

[howlingblast]

I do not eat the flesh of things I have fought beside. [He makes a point not to now that he's free from the Lich King's control. Because HONOR!!!!!!!!] I am not some Bonechewer.

Shall I give you a history lesson, pup?

A few generations ago, my kind hunted and foraged on a wild planet. Our enemies were larger than you can imagine. We were the prey. Even the plants turned against us, spreading like a plague, infecting every living thing it could find and robbing them of all thought. We were besieged on all sides by the other races. They would gladly eat us or enslave us if we were not fast or strong enough to resist.

Without our teeth and claws, we would have been wiped out entirely.

[whichend]

I'm not a pup. [ Arya huffs. ] I'm two-and-ten, and a woman grown.

[ So it's a defense mechanism then, and not something designed explicitly for a predator. That's reassuring. Arya lowers her sword, slowly. ]

I did not know. You come from a different land than me, I think.

[ That's the closest she's going to get to an apology. ]

[howlingblast]

The right of adulthood is taken when you are twenty. When you can hold your liquor or bear a child, you will be grown.

[He snorts derisively.] I should think that is obvious. There is no human on Azeroth who does not know what an orc is. Such was the scar we left a generation ago.

I have no quarrel with you, nor with your... companions. I smell them. Any attacker would be sorely outnumbered.