Intro Log: Welcome to the Snave (snake cave)

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for March
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: March 10th-15th
Warnings: Snakes! Snakes! It's a snake!

Good morning, new arrivals! Or, well, it's probably morning. The sun is up, anyway. Okay - not the sun, but that ball of light at the top of the cave that functions as the sun, anyway. Whatever. The point is you've woken to find yourself on the floor of Hadriel's colosseum. You may be wondering where you are and what you're doing here, but what you should be wondering is how fast you need to run to get away from a three-headed snake.

You're not the only one who just woke up. Also to be found in the arena, angry and confused, are Runespoors - large three-headed snakes. Only one of the heads is venomous, but all of them are perfectly willing to take a bite out of you if you get too close - or if you annoy it. If you're lucky, an attacking Runespoor may distract itself via infighting between the three heads, giving you time to run. If not, well, let's just hope you can fight off all three heads at once!

But that's not the only thing you might find. Also scattered around the colosseum floor are what look like tasty snacks. Popsicles, cheese, even toast! Unfortunately, if you get hungry and take a bite, you will quickly discover that each and every one of these is actually soap. So that's great. Maybe the Door thinks everyone needs to shower more? You can also find a few that actually look like soap, and if you're really lucky, you might stumble across the rare and coveted 'pile of baby hands' soap.

With luck, you didn't get eaten by a snake or accidentally eat a piece of soap. 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 March 10th-15th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
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Comments

[queensberry]

[Oho, Jacob knows his move all too well. It's off-putting, being on the receiving end. He isn't all that keen on the process of re-locating it, so the arm goes lax. He raised his other hand in mock defeat.

But Gods, he let yard in Scotland go. He just can't now.] Why came me? I came me... to your headquarters to see if you were as boring as I'd thought. You've exceeded expectations, congratulations.

[He'd give him a celebratory pat, but he'll settle for wiggling his fingers.] How old are you?

[hotspurred]

[If he were not on duty this would play out very differently. Henry hates being mocked. His temper roils beneath his skin; he snarls in his throat and flinches with the considerable effort it takes to stop himself from striking Jacob.

For the sake of the Guard he cannot. While he represents them it would bring shame to their name. There are enough people just waiting for the chance to call them violent thugs.

Henry releases Jacob and gives Jacob a shove back — not to start a fight, but to force disengagement before his impulse gets the better of him. The fact he only puts half of his strength into it, so it is firm but obviously mitigated, should make his intention clear.]

Thirteen ninety-three.

[He says through gritted teeth, giving a year opposed to a number as he attempts to force his stoked anger down.]

Your task is fulfilled. Begone.

[queensberry]

[There's a part of Jacob that knew that he should stop talking here. He's being forced out of his space, the glare he's getting is killer, and he's pretty sure that those gauntlets could break something.

He liked to ignore that part. At the very least, he's ignoring it to count on his fingers instead of repeating "begone" in a dramatic voice. That could have happened.] Four-hundred... Nearly five hundred years.

[They're both lucky he doesn't know what to do with this information. He purses his lips, staring at Henry for another minute before he raises his hands to take another step back. He valued his so far unbruised face.] Well, Harry, I don't normally fight centuries old men. But if you want to pull that sword out of your ass and really tech me a lesson, you'll find me off-patrol.

[hotspurred]

Perhaps I should.

[Henry replies with disdain.

And maybe that's why Jacob came into headquarters: just to pick a fight. But regardless of whether it's what Jacob wants, Henry cannot currently think of anything more satisfying than the solid impact of landing a blow on that aggravating, coarse mouth.

That alone would make it worthwhile.

Yet it is beneath his dignity to chase after a petty brawl.

He decides then and there that if by chance he should cross paths with Jacob after his shift is done, he can call it providence. Some fights are meant to be had.

If he does not, well. Others are simply not worth the effort.]