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abraxaslogs2021-08-28 09:45 pm
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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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His gaze evens out. Knowing this doesn't make things square between Nero and Link. Sure, he digs at a person's soft spot from time to time, but it's only in special cases. Cases like reminding the person how pointless existence really is.
Nero remembers the determined look that Link gave him before; he acknowledges the naive expression that the young man has on as they talk. There is no point to dig and rip at a weak spot, because it'll only make Link cling onto his beliefs more.
That's just what his gut is saying, anyway.
His own face reverts to something a little more cheerful. ]
Might catch me skinny dipping in the morning. So, sorry about that.
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Sorry Nero, the Thornean mages may have been impressed with your dick, but this Hylian thinks the mental image is funny. ]
No better way to appreciate nature.
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[ Nero reaches his hand out to ruffle the Hylian's hair. ]
Have you caught anything worth talking about?
[ He peers over his head toward the waters that Link is fishing in. The elf folds his arms on top of the teenager's head so that he can get a better view of things. Unfortunately, things is just dark blue waters. ]
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His shoulders scrunch down slightly under the taller elf's weight. He's already gotten used to this. ]
Bait.
[ Link's nose wrinkles. He doesn't sound enthused about it, but as in all things, there's that undercurrent of determination in his words. ]
I'm told the fishing here isn't easy.
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[ He draws both of the words out, as he rests firmly on Link's head. The elf stares off into the waters and wonders if he should also give his boat idea to Link.
His eyes roll around in his head before saying: ]
Yeah, well, what do you expect from it? [ But right, his first thought-- ] You should try to ask Solvunn for a boat so you can go out further for your fishing.
[ He points out to deeper waters. ] I can't say it's completely safe out there, though. There are pirates... other ships unaffiliated with Solvunn... maybe leviathans lurking beneath the surface.
[ Nero paints the open sea as some lawless place where the waves are constantly painted red with blood; he can say that not just for sensationalism (though, that is the main reason) but also, he believes in an unkind world. ]
You'll have to be prepared to suffer and die if you go. [ Honestly, Nero. They were having such a nice talk about fishing. Why this. ]
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[ Maybe Link says this far too casually for a 17 year old, but. He has the scars to prove as much.
He just as a few things he needs to accomplish, first. He has assumed that must be why the goddess felt fit to usher him back to the land of the living, and he owes it to Her to not give up so easily.
Link just can't help himself, though. His ears perk up visibly. ]
You said leviathans?
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[ The tone of his voice isn't concerned or warm or familial. It isn't one of pity or sympathy, either. His voice is the voice of someone who says that Link being prepared is right because the world is shit and will always be shit, but it isn't natural that the teenager is the way he is.
This talk probably could be better (and more meaningful) if Link wasn't fishing while Nero was leaning on the 17-year-old's head, arms crossed, as the two of them stare into the water. ]
I meanleviathan? Doesn't this place look like it had leviathans? [ He cranes his head down to try to get a peek at the teen's face. ] Feeling like murdering some big-ass fishes?
[ Which is better than asking if he is getting a murder boner, but only slightly. ]
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Why not?
[ He has to admit he's puzzled by Nero's statement, and why he's making it. It shows in the way the smaller elf tilts his head to meet Nero's eyes in doubt.
Isn't it Link's duty as a knight, and as Hylia's chosen, to be prepared for anything? He doesn't remember having been told that all of his life, but he's certain it's true. ]
Shouldn't anyone who fights leviathans - [ he is very careful not to use the word 'murder,' because that implies monsters shouldn't be killed ] - be prepared to die themselves?
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[ The statement is just as calm as the first, looking down into his little cousin's eyes that are filled with doubt. ]
Because no one taught you to cherish yourself.
[ In his mind, he thinks of a little thief girl who had tears in her eyes as she fret and worried about Relena, who denied and denounced the idea that her friend could be dead, and refused to prepare herself for the worst.
Did anyone do that for Link? Did his Goddess? Or did they accept all his blood and suffering as an unfortunate but necessary burden? ]
They should be prepared for it. If you're gonna go killing monsters, you might end up dead yourself, but! A kid your age should be thinking your invincible and above the pain that could come from monster killing.
[ He rests his chin on top of his arms, peering down at Link. ] Because kids shouldn't think they can die at any moment.
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[ Link looks unconvinced. He's sure someone loved him once. They're long dead now, but they existed. He had a father who was a knight, a friend who cared enough to always be willing to heal him. A Princess who chided him for his recklnessness.
Maybe that just means he isn't a kid. He hasn't been a kid for a very long while. ]
A wise person told me that bravery doesn't make me invincible. She was right.
[ He looks back out over the choppy waters, his lips pressed together with the gravity of that knowledge. Sometimes those mortal wounds - now healed after 100 long years of restoration - still ache, but only when he thinks about them. ]
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[ Nero lightly knocks his knuckles against the top of Link's head. ]
It's about belief. [ His hand rests on the other's head, lightly patting the hair. ] What child believes that if they go on an adventure that they might die? They believe they're going to be victorious with little injury or pain.
[ Once again, he drops his chin down on top of his folded arms. ]
But I am only answering your question as to "why" I think it's not okay that you don't see the world that way, Link. [ There is a smile in his voice. ] It is right that you see it this way.
[ His gaze lifts to the waters ahead, to the dangers that might be there. He doesn't know if such beasts, such monsters, actually exist, but they could, and if they could, they'd kill and ruin. Because there are no nice leviathans that exist in choppy, deep waters -- that is his beliefs. ]
So, good on you.
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Nero's insistence only really confirms Link's conclusion that he's never been much of a child. He wonders if he missed out on anything, or if it even matters anymore. ]
It is, though. You can't be brave unless you accept the belief that you may die.
[ Otherwise it's just plain foolishness, isn't it? Of course, Link has been called that before, too... but that aside.
He shrugs. ]
I already died once. That's proof it can happen.
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[ He bends forward a little to peer down on Link's face with a wide, pleased smile. ]
Steady your spirit and all that shit, right?
[ Nero laughs; it lacks a mocking sound to it but sounds genuinely amused. Because he doesn't believe in the bravery of people, not really; he believes their convictions and reasons for why they do what they want to do are just strong.
They name why they are doing what they're doing after some emotion or virtue or weakness. But in the end, it is to fulfill a goal or wish. If the reason is strong enough, they will keep going. If it isn't, they will break and falter.
There is no goodness or evil in the world -- just reasons and desires. ]
Oh really? You died? How? [ He finally steps back to stop leaning on his head. ] You got brought back? That is some dark magic shit. I even hesitate to use it.
[ But for the right person, he would use it. ]
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Um. Bled out, I think.
[ That probably wasn't the part Nero was asking about, but Link hasn't had much opportunity to share this story before or practice what he should say. He doesn't really remember exactly what happened, anyway - naturally, that fragment of his memory is even more incomplete than the rest.
Maybe it helps him stay brave, not remembering how much it hurt. He recalls feeling a very intense regret that he doesn't want to feel again. ]
I'm not sure it was magic. The Goddess knew there was more for me to do.
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[ Should he be swearing so much around Link? He consoles himself by saying that he isn't saying his usual vulgar nonsense so the teenager gets to hear his swearing -- as a gift. ]
Hm. Your Goddess, again.
[ Nero lets out a single sigh. He's already told Link what he thinks of his Goddess; she's a nasty bitch that has a mean streak in her. Bringing back a teenager that died terribly? Making him keep pushing forward? It's real Psychotic Bitch(tm) hours in Link's world, it seems, and it's sad that his little cousin doesn't see it.
But, well, the humans of his world believed the Gods loved them, too. ]
Neat. [ His tone says he does not think it's neat so much as cruel.
But he doesn't feel righteous about what he believes he knows. He merely feels a warm sense of being right. Even another world, another universe, another place, everything really is shitty everywhere. Everything really is just breaking and falling apart everywhere.
He turns away from Link; his head drops; he presses his hand against his face. His expression is shadowed and solemn. Again, he shifts so his back is to the teenager, as he takes in his revelations.
By the Gods, he fucking loves it.
His face twists into a wide, insanely happy smile. It'll take him a second to compose himself. Sorry. ]
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After puzzling over this for a beat, he notices that Nero has fallen back, his posture strangely hunched and a hand over his face. Is he... okay?
Link looks over his shoulder to the other man, a hint of concern in his voice. ]
Does your stomach hurt? I can make a soup for that.
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[ Nero draws out the second word as he barely is able to contain his celebratory hysterics. ]
My stomach does hurt. [ It's because he's holding back all his laughter. Like the elf said, he likes Link. So he holds back in screaming out his mirth; he's certain the joyous sound that'd come pouring out of his mouth would be hideous and terrifying to the ears. ]
Maybe some soup would be good for it. [ A reward for being a good boy. ] Is it fish soup?