Intro Log: Eat Your Veggies

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for January
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: January 10th-16th
Warnings: Luscious greenery and confused newbies

As has become tradition within the good (well, okay) city of Hadriel, new arrivals will awake on the floor of the half-destroyed colosseum. Confused and disoriented, you may be wondering where you are and what you're doing there. Don't worry! Someone will probably tell you sooner or later, as long as you get out of the colosseum alive.

Oh, right. About that. Along with the poor, innocent, vulnerable new arrivals are a number of other new friends! Well, maybe less 'friends' than 'horrifying monsters', but are you really going to be picky? Wandering the arena are Shambling Mounds. These creatures are large, unattractive piles of vaguely humanoid-shaped vegetation. They hit hard, they can take a lot of damage, and if you're really unlucky they might manage to engulf you with their weird plant bodies. If that happens, you'd better try to get free fast - otherwise they'll just walk off with you stuck inside and kill you later at their leisure.

The Door appears to have cast a wide net for 'plant monsters', and while Shambling Mounds are the only ones that can actually hurt you, it's managed to pull in a number of smaller, less dangerous carnivorous plants. Some of them are even kind of cute! So if you were looking for a pet venus flytrap or a new pitcher plant, you're in luck. Scattered around the colosseum are carnivorous potted plants, just waiting to find a new home.

Make a new plant friend, or get eaten by one, or run screaming! Whatever you choose to do, once you find your way out of the colosseum there's plenty of other distractions. 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 January 10th-16th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

[devotional]

[ At the approach of a stranger, Lunafreya blearily opens her eyes, sucking in a breath through her teeth. She's likely exacerbated her wound with her aimless wandering, her battered body already exceeding its limit before she'd ever awoken in this new place.

Her gaze is greeted with the sight of a kind-faced woman, kneeling closely. Lunafreya shakily lifts her hand from the wound on her abdomen, the clean tear in her dress soaked with blood. ]

I fear that I have... likely worsened my situation in my attempt to flee the creatures in those ruins. [ She gasps. The blade used to pierce her had been small, but effective; it had been just enough to keep her unable to fight the Astral energies that had been set to crush her beneath the waves of the bay. It's only through some divine providence that she had been pulled to this foreign place, though she vaguely wonders if it may have been better to remain. ]

You are... extraordinarily kind... to express concern for a stranger. [ Lunafreya manages a shaky smile in spite of her pain, swathes of long, blonde hair falling into her eyes as her head lolls forward. She struggles to keep her breathing steady, crippled by exhaustion. ]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh sucks in a breath, clenching her teeth. It looks like a stab wound. Not especially large, but there's no telling how deep it goes or whether any organs were damaged in the wake of whatever caused it. She unties the guardsmen's distinctive blue sash from her waist and holds it out to the girl.] Hold this against it. You need to apply pressure. It's going to hurt.

[That's good, stabilize the wound first. Keep calm, do your duty. Remember your training, soldier, and it will all be fine.

Maketh gives the girl a faint smile. She's far from kind.]

I am a guardsman. I do my duty. It's not safe to remain here, but we have a clinic close by. Can you stand to be carried?

[devotional]

[ Lunafreya knows a thing or two about duty, and when the woman holds out her sash, she takes it with gratitude. Her means of addressing injury had usually been magical in origin back in Eos, so she's woefully uninformed when it comes to the finer points of standard medical treatment. Regardless, Luna does as she is bade, pressing the cloth to her wound and giving a soft hiss of pain. ]

A guardsman... Do you hail from this place, then? [ Lunafreya does her best to sound conversational in spite of the way pain sends bitter waves of white against the backs of her eyes, focusing on the stranger's voice. ] A noble profession anywhere, but I would imagine more harrowing in a place with monsters like the creatures in those ruins...

[ Luna does her best to return the stranger's smile, though she winces as she struggles to stand. ] Please, you have already done much for me... I would not dare force you to bear my weight as well. [ Getting to her feet is quite the task, and the blood drains from her face when she finally succeeds. The world threatens to go sideways as Lunafreya grips the rock she'd been leaning against, holding herself upright. ]

If your clinic is close by, then... I will walk. I have come so far already. [ Another shaky smile as she inhales, holding her breath through the wave of agony that blossoms from her injury from the action. ]