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

[fervence]

Deathweaver? [with all the talk of name meanings, lloyd's hardly going to miss a name like that, but he doesn't seem terrifically bothered by the name, just slightly curious as he tilts his head to one side and asks:]

I guess that name means something too, huh?

[respired]

It means precisely what it suggests.

[Sickly green energy swirls around his fingers.]

Well. Perhaps not precisely.

[fervence]

[and chin dropping down towards his chest so he's looking at koltira's fingers now, still mostly unconcerned. the magic looks a little different from anything zelos or raine or genis ever used but.]

Did you choose that name, or did someone give it to you?

[respired]

It was forced on me, to put it most accurately.

[The magic vanishes. He smiles bitterly.]

[fervence]

[congratulations on saying the exact right thing to prompt lloyd to give you a sad sort of worried look koltira, well done. i hope you know what you've done.]

You don't have to live by that name if you don't like it. I mean, names mean something, yeah. But only up to a certain point. Everything after that all comes down to your own choices, don't you think?

[respired]

[Koltira stares at Lloyd, his gaze steady; inscrutable.]

Yes, I do. It is a weight I must carry. A reminder of the things I've done.

[To Koltira, it hardly matters that he was enslaved--that no will but the Lich King's directed his blade. He was the one holding the sword. He was the one covered in blood.]

[fervence]

[lloyd shakes his head and there's a very firm look in his eyes now when he speaks again.] Sometimes you have to kill people, that doesn't make you a bad person and that isn't all you are either.

When you kill someone you take responsibility for their life. But that doesn't mean you give up you own life in exchange.

[respired]

You speak in ignorance. Leave it be.

[fervence]

I know about killing. [a beat and then lloyd manages to break the seriousness of the conversation a bit by wrinkling his nose at his own proclamation.] Ugh, that sounded awful. I just...

[squaring his shoulders] I won't call you Deathweaver if you don't like the name. But Koltira is okay, right? [and then he's smiling again, because clearly this is the right time for that.]

[respired]

[He shakes his head.] It is not merely a matter of killing.

[But he doesn't suppose that Lloyd needs or wants the gory details, so he shrugs.]

And call me whatever you like.

[fervence]

[it’s never just about killing, of course, but aside the vaguely concerned look entering his eyes, loyd lets the issue drop. for now, anyway.]

It’s not about what I like, it’s about what you like.

[obviously, koltira. don’t you know how this works?] You said names are important. So I should call you by whatever name you like best.