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

[respired]

[Koltira's not put off by the creature, but he notes its presence all the same. He notes, too, the particulars of Kerrigan's body; there's something insectoid about her, something that tugs at his memories of nerubians, skittering in the frozen dirt of Northrend. But not quite.

He furrows his brow.]

I would know more of this place. Have you tarried here long?

[swarm_embrace]

[She spends a moment regarding him as she decides the best way to answer the oddly phrased question.]

I've been trapped here for a while. The short of it is we're stuck between two, soon to be three, beings with delusions of godhood. Aside from getting us stuck here they're not exactly competent, and the place is full of beasts, presumably to make us afraid and thus make the god calling himself 'fear' stronger.

The one calling himself Hope claims to be on our side but I'm not impressed with his efforts, and he has as more to gain by keeping us here than by sending us home.

[respired]

[Delusions of godhood? Are they, or are they not? In any case, all the gods Koltira's heard of have been vile. Ancient, terrible--needing to be put down.

That said, he isn't exactly unhappy to be here. He was plucked from unfortunate circumstances.]

These beings--do they ever speak with us?

[swarm_embrace]

You should've awoken with a device near you.

[Kerrigan lifts it out of the small bag she's wearing strapped to her side. The material catches on the sharper edges of her carapace all the time but it's better than having her hands occupied all the time.]

They do speak to us sometimes, to make requests or taunt us.

[respired]

[He glances at her device, recognizing it as similar to the one he picked up in the colosseum.]

I've never seen something of this like before.

[He takes his from a pouch on his belt, running his armored finger over the glass screen.]

It's for communication, then?

[swarm_embrace]

You press buttons and it has menus and- well, try it out, you'll get the hang of it.

[She's not in the mood to give a step by step instruction on how to use the thing.]

It'll be easier to use with your bare hands.

[respired]

[But it's so much work to unlatch his gauntlets. He fiddles with the thing for a minute, makes an irritated noise, and then puts it away. Later.]

Are there many others besides you here?

[swarm_embrace]

A few dozen, perhaps. Mostly humans, if you've heard of that species.

[She's not really sure. He looks almost human. More than her and she was one once.]

[respired]

Azeroth is rife with humanity. It would be difficult not to hear of them.

[He sneers this, but it's not at her; it's just general hostility towards the preponderance of humans everywhere he goes.]