WELCOME TO SOLVUNN!

[abraxasmods]

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.

Comments

[coerthantorment]

[Estinien tilts his head as Martin does his work, genuinely not catching on that's a children's section until the result has arrived. He takes the thick volume in hand, looking at it in a way that suggests he does not often look at books, and even less frequently reads them.]

The 'folly' part suggested that.

[His homeland has its own grim tales of morality, though the religious focus did make them a bit one-note. He flips it open, and squints at a random page.]

You've read this then, I assume?

[antichristsplusone]

[The Pages he opens on has a full-page, detailed picture of a young man, barely if even an adult, walking away from the entrance to a village, whose residents have their backs to him, and the opposite page talks about his overconfidence in how he planned to find and capture a God.

Martin makes a short affirmative noise.]

Front to back. It's a popular one, the family I live with always wants me to read from it. It's not the only copy, mind you, so feel free to take your time with it. [His hands start to fidget idly over his stomach.] I think it's useful to see what people might be learning when they're kids, sort of. It helps makes sense of where the adults learned it, you know?

[coerthantorment]

[Martin isn't wrong, so Estinien can't even reasonably disagree with him. A lot can be learned about place from their folklore and what they tell their children to scare them into good behavior. He flips through a few pages, noting the illustrations. He closes it.]

Fine. I'll take it, then.

[He wonders if he'll even get through the thing, but he may as well try.]

On the subject of cautionary tales... have you figured out if there's any true to rumors of wanderers being 'eaten by the gods'?

[antichristsplusone]

I mean... probably not? There's a few wild animals out there that'll probably take children as an easy target, b-but travelling between the villages doesn't actually seem to be any kind of trouble. [He gives an uncertain shrug.] I think it's just another bit of superstition, really. If the gods even are real.

[coerthantorment]

[Estinien sighs and shrugs, tucking the book beneath his arm.]

They most likely are, even if not in the way the people here think. In my experience, superstition is mostly the mistelling of truth. There may be something to the tales, even if it's not what you expect.

[antichristsplusone]

Right. It's all about just... finding ways to make kids listen to your warnings, really. Before they hurt themselves.

[There's a worried grimace on his face for a moment, before he straightens a little like he's abruptly remembered something.]

Oh- um, I'll just need your name for that one, actually. The lot of us don't really have much, uh. Social credit here, I suppose, so I've been writing down when one of us borrows something.

[coerthantorment]

[Estinien lifts his shoulders. He's actually not sure how libraries work. He's never really been to one like this before. Not really.]

Estinien Wyrmblood.

[antichristsplusone]

[Despite himself, he makes a very slight face.]

Right. Thanks, uh. When you come back just ask for Martin and they can direct you to me.

[coerthantorment]

My thanks.

[And with that, he'll just wander off again, as mysteriously as he arrived. He might even remember Martin's name.]