INTRO LOG: BLACK CATS & WALKING UNDER LADDERS

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-13th
Warnings: Fresh meat, creepy moving shadows, terrible luck, the screams of your loved ones.

Welcome to Hadriel, new friends. While waking up on the ground of a broken colosseum may not be the most pleasant arrival, you can at least find comfort in the fact that there's no giant monster immediately attempting to eat you. Plenty of the people already here will tell you that they weren't quite so lucky. But - wait. Is that something moving in the shadows, or is it just your imagination?

Of course it's not just your imagination. That would be way too easy. No, arriving along with everyone this time are wraiths, vengeful spirits that enjoy darkness, shadows, and misery. On the plus side, they won't try to kill you. On the minus side, their touch chills you and saps your energy, as well as inflicting a temporary curse of awful luck. Anything that can go wrong, will, including (and especially) things that might kill you. Wraiths are subtle and sneaky, so be sure to watch your back. That shadow isn't just a shadow.

Compounding the confusion the wraiths can cause, you just might wake up to the sound of chattering voices - only to be quite alone. A small flock of jabberjays has come through the Door as well. These genetically engineered birds are capable of mimicking entire human voices and conversations - as well as screams of terror and pain. Initially only in the arena and bringing only conversations from their world, they'll soon settle throughout the city and begin to learn the voices of those living in Hadriel. Your best friend screaming bloody murder just a street over? It could be them, or it could just be one of these lovely birds. Don't let it stress you out.

Once you've escaped the colosseum, hopefully without accidentally impaling yourself on your own weapon, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers February 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
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Comments

[mismanagement]

[Maketh catches the motion, though she's not sure what it means. A nervous tic?]

Everyone seems older, here.

[That's likely for the best. Children are illogical and difficult to manage. She hesitates at the question, not sure how much to say. She's probably considered a traitor to the Empire now, though the distinction likely means little when compared to some of the things she's allowed to happen.]

Children are easier to control.

[She looks away.]

They don't know how to use their power.

[endured]

[ right, that gets a look out of him. it's not a pleasant one either and hope looks away for a moment. the sanctum hadn't been taking children when they ordered the purge but many were forced into a position they didn't deserve.

there would be a lot of kids like him that left that massacre without one or both of their parents. ]

So they have to be controlled because they don't understand? No one should have to go through life with someone else holding the strings. [ he knows, the tattoo on his wrist held his life on a line. one false step and it was all over. ] What about their families?

[mismanagement]

[It's much easier to stare at her hands all of a sudden. Maketh isn't at all comforted by the fact that she never personally took anyone from their parents. But. She knew. Has known for years. She tended to ignore the workings of the force-users - the Emperor knew best, didn't he? Therefore what seemed like cruelty must have had a greater purpose. For the good of all.

She knows better now. Not that it matters.] I don't know.

[She knows what the reports say. That the families always - to a one - give up their children willingly.]

Some of them resist. I suppose they're killed.

[endured]

That's messed up, you know.

[ it's the only thing he can think of to say, honestly. perhaps it because he's a kid that was taken from his parents and he has no clue when he'll see his father again. if he'll ever see his father again. ]

But it's not like my home is any better. I'm sure a lot of worlds are like that.

[mismanagement]

Yes.

[There's no excuse or reasoning that will make it better, so Maketh doesn't offer one. Maketh peers at him curiously.] Perhaps. I hope someone will change mine. Or did. I'm not sure about this one.

[Because this is a different world, she's fairly certain. One unknown to her.]