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

b ... :^)

[cowed]

[ rag'kar isn't the only one with a mind to scavenge. sadly, merodach has found little of interest in most of the buildings he's snooped through. that just makes the sight of saronite plate armor on the other side of this apartment's door all the more startling; he drops a curse in thalassian before he can even think to keep his mouth shut, automatically recoiling back from the door.

ugh. he puts a hand to his mouth, ears flattening back. he's found a change of clothes, which may just be his saving grace... but that doesn't mean he wants to put up with any more prolonged contact with death knights than he absolutely has to. ]

Pardon the intrusion. [ he hisses, then pauses. is it too suspicious to run? it might be. ]

[howlingblast]

[His nose wrinkles as he catches the elf's scent. Too bad, Mero-- even if he hadn't sworn, the orc would've heard him. He slams himself through the door with some ferocity, and the spikes on his armor take off some of the doorframe... oops.

There's no hope of escape now, he's definitely blocking the way.]

You! Elf. [He makes it sound like a dirty word.] Do you know why I have been brought here?

[cowed]

[ his lip curls at all the destruction. what a waste, honestly. the least rag'kar could've done was try to angle himself a little better-- but then, who was he to expect that much finesse from an orc? ]

How should I know? [ merodach scoffs, looking away and folding his arms. the pose would almost be nonchalant if he wasn't so tense. ] Certainly wouldn't have been my choice to bring you along-- or be here at all.

[ can he go now. ]

[howlingblast]

[He can tell Merodach isn't very happy with his presence; if the words aren't enough, the body language confesses everything.

He leans forward, sharp teeth glinting in the light. Those tusks are large and... still covered in blood from... something. Oh dear.]

Do I make you uncomfortable?

[cowed]

[ oh, come on. he fights down the urge to lean back in response; an orc doesn't deserve to be indulged that much. (even if rag'kar is like, thrice his size.) ]

Am I supposed to be at ease around a walking corpse? [ tch. ] Would you rather we be friends?

[howlingblast]

Hah. Would being friends allow me the pleasure of tearing you apart piece by piece?

[He grins, and it is not pretty.]

You look miserable. Wretched. Rest assured your suffering would be enjoyable.

[cowed]

Would be. Are you staying with the hypothetical, then?

[ his lip curls; he's as much irritated as he is intimidated, which is to say there is a significant amount of both churning in him at the moment. ] Leave it to an orc to be nothing but bluster.

[ he says, but also shoots a quick look behind him, down the hall, searching for the possibility of an exit. ]