hadriel_logs | INTRO LOG: BLACK CATS & WALKING UNDER LADDERS

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.
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[ His upper lip twitches. ]

The miserable thing didn't know how to shut up, no matter what we did. [ Well, not when he tried. Cotton had a way with the parrot that Jack had never been able to master. ]

Perhaps if we could find a stone ... [ He's already glancing at the ground to search for a likely candidate. ]

That must've been fun to deal with. I've known people like that, but never a bird. And at least they made sense every once in a while.

[It was bad enough listening to Isaac and Miria's chirping all day.]

Sounds like the best option we got.

[Force is always the answer. Firo joins in Jack's search, eventually coming up with one about half-palm-sized. He offers it to the other man.]

Oh enormously, immeasurably fun, you know. [ He says this wryly, but then relents a few seconds later. ] But it was worth it to have the bird's master at the helm. Good man. Good helmsman.

[ He takes the rock from Firo, eyeing the distance between himself and the bird. ] Watch this. [ Jack hurls the stone at the jabberjay with some force; however, the bird is fractionally quicker in its reaction, darting to fly away the instant it sees motion. The rock smashes into the spot where it'd been, clattering to the ground. ]

Damn, almost. [ A grin edges at his lips. ] But good enough, I wager. Scarin' it off might do us just as well.

[Firo claps playfully, a smile on his face as well.]

It's a sharp little bastard... But at least it's gone.

[Freed from the tyranny of the bird, he considers the fallen stone and then Jack's gun. Well, they need something to do, so...]

You have pretty good aim, but I still didn't get to see you shoot that thing. Wanna demonstrate?

Damn lucky sprat is what that bird is.

[ But at least it was gone, and would hopefully stay gone. He glances to Firo. ]

Certainly, lad. [ He's totally down for showing off. ] What should I shoot?

I'd be pretty damn impressed if you could shoot that same branch off.

[He indicates the one Jack just hit with the rock.

He knows that may be a tall order for that gun, but he figures it's a good place to start and the other guy can bargain him down. Or maybe do it. Either way, Firo can't lose.]

[ Jack tilts his head to squint at the branch. Probably too thick to take it down with a bullet, so he'll go with bargaining. ]

I'll do one better, lad. Find somethin' lying around here -- rock or stick or whatever else -- toss it up, and I'll hit it.

[Firo can't quit grinning at Jack's suggestion--it sounds like a trick you'd see in an old western or something. He certainly likes it better than his own idea; he won't come out and say it, but the expression on his face says enough.

It only takes him a moment to come up with a rock. He looks back at Jack.]

Better get ready.

[He flings it up into the air, as high as he can manage.]

INTRO LOG: BLACK CATS & WALKING UNDER LADDERS

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