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

[miscreant]

[Havoc seems to have a mind of his own in the moment he's approached, and flips his head to stare at Yaha with some trepidation. Seviilia, on the other hand, can't help the surprise that causes a slow raise of her eyebrow. Sister?

The pointed ears aren't missed, but they are not nearly as long as her own and his eyes lack the felfire menace that plagues so many of her people. She does not have the arcane sense she had once possessed but -- frankly, there is nothing remotely familiar about him. The only ones who had ever dared claim kinship with her were other Death Knights. Brothers and sisters in death, and all that.

And to a creature like her, his distress is palpable. Where it might cause others stress, it seems to bring out some calm in her otherwise stony demeanor. Her reply is an unearthly echo.]

I bleed, but it could hardly be classified as an injury. I was attacked by those worms when I awoke.

[She doesn't have an answer for his second question, so she doesn't offer anything in reply.]

[barebacking]

[ Yaha ignores the look of surprise as politely as he could. ]

They were terribly awful creatures.

[ It would be best, he thinks, to return to that area to kill them all. He smiles briefly at that thought before it fades. The concern has come back as he looks her over. Could not be classified as an injury? Then it could it be that she, too, heals through the screams and agony of others? Or putting on a brave front?

He frowns as he finds he does not know. ] Are you certain? I worried that you may soon fall off upon your mount. [ The glow in her eyes is almost comforting, if he is honest. He has his own and nice to know other elves share this with him, but must focus on the spell. Hers seems to just be part of her gaze rather than a means to warp the minds of others, however. ]

[miscreant]

They are certainly sneaky little beasts.

[Not unlike the Jormungars of Northrend. But that was neither here nor there.]

I assure you, it will pass.

[And it would, probably after she maimed some unsuspecting soul, but that would be best done when there were not so many witnesses and when Koltira was not quite so near. But the loss of blood would not kill her -- she would need someone to do far worse to her for that.

But she sits a little higher in her saddle anyway, now that her weakness has been noted.]

[barebacking]

As you say, sister.

[ It is nice to feel as though some sort of family is near. Other than his children, of course. How interesting -- the mount, the appearance. He wonders of all the beautiful stories that she must have. Perhaps, stories of triumph over those of servitude and genocide? ]

I suppose I am worrying needlessly. Though, I know not what it is that I can do for you... yet I feel as though I should do something. [ He lightly taps his chin, a childish action but he cannot hide all the oddities of his behavior. ]

[miscreant]

I am undead. There is nothing to be done for me.

[Not the whole truth, but she's been dead for a few years now. One does not simply ask the living to shed blood, especially when it comes with the caveat of intense pain to go along with it.]

Is this place familiar to you?

[barebacking]

You're the second undead elf I have met. I wonder if that is something positive or not.

[ He tilts his head from side-to-side as though he is actually mulling it over. But isn't that just how it would be? To run into elves finally and not quite be like them? ]

I'm afraid that it is not. It looks ... different than anything that I have encountered. But the monsters and beasts that attempt to rend the flesh are familiar. Isn't that nice?