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abraxaslogs2021-08-28 09:45 pm
abraxasmods) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-08-28 09:45 pm
WELCOME TO SOLVUNN!
WELCOME TO SOLVUNN!
Welcome to Solvunn! Bright suns and merriest of welcomes to you! The portal opens in a vast field on the western side of town surrounded by cattle, with a distant view of the bustling marketplace. The first impression of the settlement is one of idylic, country charm. There are no looming structures or crowded streets. Instead, there are cozier houses on wide streets and community buildings made of stone and wood. A gentle breeze rolls across the field and the sun is high in the sky.
There's not as much magic here as in other locations, but it's there. No one will be stopped from entering Solvunn, though suspicion will be cast upon new arrivals. Citizens will be friendly and welcoming, but curious about their new visitors. It isn't often that they welcome new folks- especially not so many at once!
With tensions between the other communities, Solvunn will not be keen on ratting out those who fled Thorne, but with the knowledge that sanctuary will not be given for free. Everyone does their part, whatever that part may be.
Asking questions will result in being told to find Rowan March, one of the council members, somewhere in the marketplace.
There's not as much magic here as in other locations, but it's there. No one will be stopped from entering Solvunn, though suspicion will be cast upon new arrivals. Citizens will be friendly and welcoming, but curious about their new visitors. It isn't often that they welcome new folks- especially not so many at once!
With tensions between the other communities, Solvunn will not be keen on ratting out those who fled Thorne, but with the knowledge that sanctuary will not be given for free. Everyone does their part, whatever that part may be.
Asking questions will result in being told to find Rowan March, one of the council members, somewhere in the marketplace.
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Come on, Jensen, you know how mad your mother's going to be if I have to make you sit aside for hitting Malika again. We're nearly done, anyway.
[And he starts again easily; he's actually got a pretty good voice for it, he's got all the right intonation and thrill for this children's cautionary tale about wandering too far into the hills at night, because you never know when the gods might send their wolves out to eat naughty children.
When he's done and claps the book gently shut, there's an overlapping, messy chorus of "Thaaank youuu Martiiiin", before the children start all scrambling back to their feet to escape the slightly stuffy confines of the library.]
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He approaches Martin as the room empties and taps his hand to his throat, his customary greeting. ]
In Gilead we'd say it was the skin-men who would catch small children who didn't listen to their fathers. If it had been wolves, all us apprentice gunslinger might have gone a-hunting.
[ There's humor in his voice at the thought of it. ]
Hile, Martin. That was well-read, and I say thank you.
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Th- uh, thanks. On Ear-- on, um. On my world, we'd say the Sandman, o-or some kind of monster under your bed. There's all kinds of boogeymen, really.
[And these days he has to wonder how true most of them really were. But he pushes the thought aside so he can focus on the stranger.]
I-I don't think we've met before, but-- well, obviously you know me now. [And he gives a soft, self-deprecating laugh.]
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[ Roland repeats the word approvingly, liking the sound of it. ]
I saw you back in Throne, though we never spoke. I am Roland Deschain, come from the land of Midworld and before that Gilead that was. Long days and pleasant nights to you.
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[He didn't exactly strike most people as great company, and when he'd been constantly scratching and probably looking as nervous and wrecked as he felt, it couldn't have been any better.
He stands up, and for all his awkwardness he's not actually a small man: he's close to six feet, including the fluffy curls.]
You too, um. Martin Blackwood, uh-- London, England, but w-we just call that world Earth, I suppose. [The shelf for the book isn't far away, so he quietly puts it back.] You seem like you're settling into all this well?
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This world is much closer to mine, I think. Closer than Earth, I'll wager.
[ He doesn't have the language to talk about technology like Eddie does, rather his judgement comes from the feeling he gets from this place compared to the (admittedly brief) time he spent in New York. ]
But you seem to be adapting well enough yourself. I'm sure the mothers and fathers here would say so.
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[With the book away, he gives the shelf a quick scan before he plucks another one out and tucks it against his chest, as he turns to face Roland properly.]
Besides, I worked in a library for years. This is basically my home turf, you could say.
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[ He gives the man an almost imperceptible second look. Roland, raised before the world had moved on, remembers the scholars and academics of Gilead. It had been a martial culture primarily, but there had been books aplenty and equal respect paid to those who collected knowledge like a gunslinger collected kills. ]
Books are in short supply in Midworld. There were more, once, but the world's moved on. I'm glad to hear it's not so in all worlds-- and that there are folk who'll take the time to share their learning with others.
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Oh, I-I'd hardly call myself a, a scholar, you've got to be educated for that, there's entire schools, uh- universities dedicated to it, I just. Went about it the long way.
[And now he knows the entire Dewey Decimal system by rote. Yes all of it.]
B-but, um. I've got this place mostly memorised, now, i-if you'd ever like a hand with any of it. Not, um, not everything, we haven't been here quite that long yet, but certainly some of the myths, a-and more, uh. Fictional accounts of things.
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[ Is that a joke? Or sarcasm? Or is Roland serious? His bone-dry tone makes it very hard to tell.
He nods at the offer though. ]
I say thank you. If you're amenable, I'd hear of it from you directly. The letters in these books are cousins to those I learned. Close enough to make some sense of them, but strange so as it takes the whole of an evening to wrestle one of those fairy stories into submission.
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Oh, I'm- yeah, I'd be happy to. [And he is, genuinely, he's just a little startled by the polite request at all. He pats the book against his chest.] Mostly I've been doing research into the, um. The folklore of the region. Usually stuff like that tells you a lot more about what a place finds, uh-- I suppose necessary to teach their kids. Lots of stories about being a proper working member of the community, listening to the Old Gods, that sort of thing. A-as well as your, um. Usual sort of cautionary stories,.
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[ Roland nods approvingly. It's not an approach he'd have thought to take, but it makes sense. ]
But I'll pay for whatever you care to drink once or twice a week and hear of what you've been reading. We'll be in this land a long time, I'll set my watch and warrant on it, and the more we all know of it, the better.
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[But he does perk up a little, at the offer, standing a little straighter with a grin that sits somewhere between uncertain and quite eager.]
Looks like you'll be getting this one pretty much on the house then, I'm not really much of a drinker. But that's perfectly alright, I'm more than happy to help you out. I'm already writing notes for myself, I'll just make you a copy to run you through over that drink, I-I'm actually free most of the evening, once the kids I'm sitting get settled.