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

[dangerous_dog]

"My Earth doesn't have magic."

He admits, with a shake of his head.

"So one or both of us is far from home."

Either, or, is his point.

[amos_moses]

"Well, I mean, magic isn't that common, it's mostly the gods and demons running around..." Amos temporizes, tilting his head to one side like a curious puppy. He's well and familiar with the theory that other places exist, but he's never quite believed it himself.

But he knows very well that not believing in something doesn't mean it might be real anyway.

[dangerous_dog]

Bob shakes his head, very seriously.

Nope, none of that either. Just... no, no equivocating or explaining.

(He's sort of a lousy conversationalist.)

[amos_moses]

Well, this is all very interesting, but just at the moment, Amos finds it rather alarming. Because really what the hell is going on?! He takes a deep breath and lets it out, blowing the sudden spike of panic away and forcing his shoulders to drop.

"That puts a whole new spin on things, don't it?" he asks, wryly, and runs a hand through his hair. "I didn't really need my life to get more exciting."

[dangerous_dog]

"Good luck finding your feet."

Says Bob, scooping Rocco up under one arm. He's not the welcoming committee kind, unfortunately.

"Maybe if you've known those things, it'll help."

[amos_moses]

"Thanks. I appreciate the info." Amos smiles, and slowly gets to his feet, projecting the motion well in advance. Bob seems the very suspicious sort, and while he hasn't stabbed Amos yet, he's not giving the man a chance to.

See you next time, new friend, he tells Rocco, cheerfully, offering a little smile and wave at the dog.