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hadriel_logs2016-12-10 09:54 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-12-10 09:54 am
Intro Log: I'll Cry If I Want To
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for December
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: December 10th-14th
Warnings: Angry crying ladies and a bunch of newbies
What: The intro log for December
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: December 10th-14th
Warnings: Angry crying ladies and a bunch of newbies
Good morning, new Hadrielites! What a joy it is to awaken on the hard ground of the colosseum, with absolutely no idea where you are or what's going on. As you wake up, confused and possibly a little terrified, you may be angry. You may be frightened. You may be hungry, if you didn't eat a good lunch. You may want to cry.
And it looks like you're not the only one who wants to cry. Along with the newcomers, a number of Witches have come to Hadriel. They stand in one place or wander, crying bitterly, as if their boyfriend has broken up with them or they've lost their puppy. Maybe you're a good person who wants to see if they're okay? Well, you might want to rethink that. Disturb a Witch - which is pretty easy to do - and they'll fly into a rage, attacking you with their sharp claws and tearing your guts out. Good luck trying to get out of the colosseum without running into one!
Don't worry, though. Scattered around is also some stuff that's a little more fun! The Door's theme this month seems to be 'stuff stressed-out executives would put on their desks', and since we've got so many of those, surely you can find a toy or two to play with!
If you've managed to avoid getting clawed to bits and maybe found a cool new distraction or two, congrats! That's the first step to becoming a productive member of Hadriel society! Now, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, a new monster, a project to help with, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!► This log covers December 10th-14th.
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"Oh, nothing quite as exciting as yours. I trained under a mentor, my first King, in my early years. My skills were superiour and I was able to match my mentor. With nothing else to learn or see, I left my clan and joined a new King. I suppose we had war as well. But not something where we had to remain so rigid, on guard for our lives and territory."
That's not to say people didn't die. They most definitely did. Kings and Clansmen alike were not exempt from the possibility of death in this war between territories.
"I suppose I just fought more to spark events, serving my King to his dream. I was his second in command, and I found him very interesting to work with. But, even in the end, his dream died. I didn't get to see the world he promised."
Not that it particularly bothered him. The Green King's ideals were on the lower side of obtainable, and he knew it. He was just curious enough to see the Green King's world if it ever came to fruition.
"I am rather skilled in sword fighting. Perhaps you would like to be my opponent sometime." His voice laced with amusement at the prospect.
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He nods. "We have that in common, then. I, too, fought to achieve my king's dreams. And neither he nor I lived to see the world his dreams brought into being." He laughs, ironically. "We destroyed our community, all the Elf communities of our time. I hope that when your king died, he didn't similarly leave your country in ruins!"
"But I would like to cross swords with you, if you are up for it sometime." He smiles, brightly. "It is a good thing, to practice with an unknown opponent. It keeps one on one's best mettle."
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How interesting that two similar backgrounds should meet. He really likes and admires Curufin's attitude. Something about him seems subtly, or perhaps not so subtly, chaotic about the elf.
"Ruins? Well, not the country itself, no. But, I suppose what you could have called our castle had been completely laid to waste." He shrugs nonchalantly. "One day, a new King will be chosen by the powers that be. And if he seeks me out, I may serve him."
A moment of thought at the destruction of communities.
"So, you were dead before, Curufin-chan? How interesting, you are the third dead I have met," he says without any change in his tone. "Tell me, will you seek vengeance on those who killed you?"
Since Curufin is not a ghost with gory reminders of his death, Yukari mentally makes the connection in his mind to the Green King himself, sustained by a mysterious energy to keep him just out of the grasping hand of death.
And Curufin's eagerness to accept the dueling offer is nothing short of pleasing.
"Yes, it most certainly does. It's a date then." Yukari fluctuates his voice slightly into a higher pitch with a wink, testing Curufin further. "I look forward to it.
Ah, trolling. Yukari loves a good game of it. As long as he's the one doing most of the harassing.
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Yukari has it right. Chaotic would be the correct word. Curufin himself would say that his soul is made of fire and darkness, with a little Light thrown in for good measure -- just to create a contradiction.
"Would this hypothetical new king seek out and employ one who reduced his predecessor's castle to rubble?" He grins. "A king with strange priorities, then."
And he replies to the query about his death: "I was dead, but I returned to life. Those who killed me also killed two of my brothers, but I have to admit we rather provoked them. I don't know what I would do if I ever met my enemy again. I think I might with honor consider that we are even. I was the death of him after all -- and of most of his people as well."
And he too is looking forward to dueling with this interesting person, with whom he seems to have much in common. When Yukari winks and makes his voice just slightly suggestive, Curufin smiles broadly. "That depends on what you consider a date. Does bashing at one another's swords and trying to take each other's heads off count as such?"
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Yukari can't help but be enveloped as Curufin's story continues. The way this guy thinks is uncanny in similarities to his own. Provocation a great tool. Still curious, though, in the manner of his death.
"Were your brothers resurrected as well? And what force keeps you from dying? Is that something of Elf blood? Or a deity, perhaps?"
He'll have to keep an eye on this one. Curufin is difficult to rile up, apparently. He'll have to pay attention to make sure he doesn't get more than he bargained for if and when he succeeds at such a task. But that grin is so delightful. A feeling akin to his own when he faces someone head on just for the sake of battle.
"Oh, nothing could be more delightful for a date. Except maybe for an exquisite candlelit dinner. Testing one's own strengths and seeing someone else's soul through their sword..." One could almost think Yukari might have given a shiver of delight as his sentence trailed off. "Nothing else pleases me more."
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"I have six brothers, and only two of them died in the incident I was referring to. Three more died later on. Only one survived. But the thing about Elves is that we don't leave the world when we die. Our souls are bound to it forever, and the possibility of a full, complete body resurrection exists. We consider our bodies to be merely the most visible component of our souls, and our souls have the capacity to remember and re-manifest the body. And so when we are resurrected, we truly return to life. We don't need any more maintenance than we did the first time around. Of course, we can always die again, from injury or grief or weariness, the same way our first body died or could have died."
Curufin is hard to rile. It isn't impossible, though, so Yukari may someday succeed. And on that day, perhaps they'll find that certain delight in battling one another that Yukari values so highly.
"And I am in complete agreement with you about the ideal date. Either a candlelight dinner or a fight! It is lovely to feel a person's soul through his or her sword. It is a privilege to experience that -- a special kind of pleasure."
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"You have such fascinating cosmic mechanisms back in your world. I don't think I've ever seen or heard anything like it. Would that make you as old as time itself in your world, then? Are you born like children, or do you just simply become as you want to be, ageless and knowledgeable? Is there anything that would keep one from being resurrected? Do lingering spirits move on, become reincarnated, or something else entirely?"
Existentialism. It's a thing for Yukari.
"Exactly. I've had that pleasure once. But I was too blinded to see it at the time." An airy chuckle. "The gift he gave me is all that remains of that beauty. It can almost be called one of the most valued forms of intimacy, don't you suppose?"
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"The very first Elves were not born like children; they were made, and they awakened as fully capable adults, beside an ancient lake. However, all the generations after that were born in the normal manner. Except, of course, for the resurrected Elves, who return in bodies identical to the ones we lost, and so it cannot really be considered a rebirth."
"We aren't as old as time itself, since the world had been long in existence by the time we came into it. But it's true that time stretches out into eternity for us -- until the ending of the world, that is. We don't know what happens to us after that."
And as for that matter of being prevented from resurrection: "I lingered for a few hundred years after my death, as a bodiless spirit. When we die, we are normally summoned by our death god to the Halls of Mandos, where our spirits are supposed to dwell until we either reincarnate or. . . well, until the world ends. But my father and brothers and I were already cursed by that same god for slaying some of our own kin before we departed from our original home. Part of the curse was that once we inevitably got ourselves killed, and came to Mandos' dark halls, we would never be allowed to leave. But even dead, I was a renegade. I refused the summons of Mandos, and remained in Middle-earth, and eventually began to untangle the mystery of how to reincarnate myself. Probably just as well. I don't really know what happens to spirits that linger too long, but the rumors are not pretty."
But his face lights up a bit at that fragment of story that Yukari has just told. "Oh, I do agree! The experience of another's soul is a gift, a lovely form of intimacy. But tell me, what do you think stopped you from seeing that at the time?"
As one who was blind to fundamental truths when he was younger, Curufin has an interest in how that same calamity happens to others, and how they deal with it later when their eyes are opened.
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"Perhaps you'll bond to another world. It seems only fitting. Would
overcrowding of souls ever become a problem? Surely you reproduce. If the soul never leaves or rebirths, are souls infinitely created to become new people? And that would mean you cannot die of old age alone, correct? You said you were... how many thousands of years old, again?"
A curious smile comes acrost his face. "Oh, you've killed your own blood before? What was that like?" He chuckles softly. "What might they have done to incur such wrath?" And even more curious, "What would those rumours be of those who linger be?"
Wrathful Gods must be such a delight. Do they eat the wandering souls, perhaps?
"How many Gods are there in your world? And what determines who you follow? What is religion like where you are?"
Yukari regards Curufin's question for a moment. Albeit, Curufin has been honest and open with his own answers to all of Yukari's questions, as far as he can tell. While it would be gentlemanly to return the same, he's unsure how much of that past he is willing to reveal. Too much information on one's self can leave open a large vulnerability.
"Rage, I suppose one could call it. I was blinded by my own desire and outcome. I would not be sated until I drew blood, and it wasn't until I had succeeded that I withdrew from my rage. While delightful, it's not the same as being able to see that intimacy for what it is in the moment."
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