INTRO LOG: WELCOME TO THE BATCAVE

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for January.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: January 10th-15th
Warnings: Bats, but not Batman. Weird arts and crafts. Confused newbies.

You awaken on the hard-packed sandy floor of the colosseum. As you blink the sleep from your eyes and begin to try to get your bearings, you might hear the gentle, soothing sound of wind chimes tinkling through the air. It's a peaceful sound, a pleasant sound. As you look around, you'll find tall stands with curved hooks at the top here and there throughout the arena, each supporting a different handmade wind chime.

You could stay and enjoy the sounds, even if what they're coming from is a bit less than aesthetically pleasing. Or you could pause for a moment and wonder where the wind that's sounding the chimes is coming from, considering you're in a cave. There are breezes in Hadriel now and again, but what's causing this wind is something else entirely. Spend too long out in the open and you'll find out what.

Perching atop the broken walls of the colosseum, hidden in crevices and shadows, are a number of Ahools. These giant bats can have wingspans as big as 12 feet, and they're certainly strong enough to lift smaller and lighter people off their feet entirely, carrying them away to devour at their leisure. Don't think you can hide - their echolocation will find you as easily as a bat finds a moth in the black of night.

If you manage to escape the Ahools and get your bearings, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies until your belly is as full as that giant bat's was supposed to be. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers January 10th-15th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► 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

[hollowly]

( well that had been a little easier than expected. he's not all that used to strangers giving up information about themselves that quickly -- even if it's mundane, like a name.

but the location, the job title he most certainly recognizes, and it's enough to let him know that they should be able to relatively agree on most things. right? because there's nothing odd about a bartender from new york aside from the fact that he's carrying around a pit bull in one hand and a gun in the other. )

Sam Winchester. Lawrence, Kansas. Er ... hunter. ( make that what you want of it, it's about the easiest explanation he can give right now. )

Fear as in -- uh, one of those gods I've been hearing about? ( he chews his lip thoughtfully. ) How can he not know?

[dangerous_dog]

He doesn't know, or he's not telling us, or most likely- he's being purposefully vague to frighten us.

[Says Bob, stepping gingerly out into the street. The coast seems clear.]

I'm the wrong person to- I would read for yourself.

[hollowly]

( well that sounds like a lot of gods he's read about in the past. and that string of luck probably won't change for him anytime soon.

sigh. )

Got any brochures on you? ( ah, trying to keep the tone light with a bad sense of humor. good on you, sam. you're still picking up your brother's bad habits.

you really should stop that. )

[dangerous_dog]

[Bob opens his mouth to explain that no, there are no computers here to print with- then his brain catches up and he actually laughs, expression going from credulous to relieved.

Okay. They're fine.]

Housing is this way. Food is by scavenging.