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

[gruesome]

Some stares fixedly at the sky, trying to see the 'little ones coming off it like a tail.' He can see the three bright ones, and... maybe a fuzzy glimmer beside them. And when he looks back down at the book, he blinks hard, readjusting his focus.

"Is it a true story?"

[antichristsplusone]

"Well, um. That's part of what I've been trying to research - that's like studying, but even more so, you look at all sorts of different resources to help you study your chosen area-- um, anyway, I-I've been trying to look into it more." He turns the book around and flips the pages slowly. "As far as I can tell, no one's really sure if they're real, but no one entirely thinks they're not, and really- they very well could be real, since they're all about magic."

[gruesome]

"Does it say anything about Light?" He draws a little closer to peer at the pages.

[antichristsplusone]

That gets a curious look. Something about the thing's intonation...

"Now... now when you say light...?" His tone is leading, curious, as he offers the book back to Some. "That can mean a lot of things."

[gruesome]

He gives him a slightly puzzled look. "The god who made... you."

[antichristsplusone]

Martin blinks. And stares some more, like it'll help.

"...what?"

[gruesome]

Do the humans not know? How could they not?

"Light. One of the Five." He holds up a hand, his second thumb folded in so there are five fingers raised. "Earth, Light, Water, Air, and Void."

[antichristsplusone]

He sort of opens his mouth and nods, like he's about to say something, but he stops and frowns instead.

"Um. I mean. Humans do have a similar sort of set-up, in some cultures, uh. Usually it's more like- air, water and earth, sure, but fire and metal, not void and light. And they're not gods, they're just. Elements. Symbolic, I suppose. My-- my culture really only uses the four, air, water, fire and earth."

[gruesome]

His outer eyes blink at 'fire,' his lower mouth tensing slightly.

"We learn, Light created fire, while trying to make people, and then made m- humans."

[antichristsplusone]

Martin looks at Some this time, really looks. At how the creature looks like a strange, giant spider, how reactive he'd been to avoiding the lantern and how he's never heard of stars.

"Does that, um. Would that mean your... your God would be... Void?"

[gruesome]

Some smiles, lifting his head again, and reaches behind himself to touch his back. "My god is Void, yes. The god of grues is Earth, our mother."

[antichristsplusone]

"A grue?" He's familiar with the word, at least in passing: it's a pretty old pop culture monster, but having one in front of him is another matter, and his tone is still more bafflement than alarm. "God, that's. That's new."

[gruesome]

"Yes... that's what my kind are called. And you're human." Right? He's met one person so far who was offended by the assumption.

[antichristsplusone]

"Y...yes? Um, yes," he adds, with a bit more confidence as his cheeks burn pink. God, he sounds like he's not even confident he's human, that's like the one thing he is. "Yes, I'm human. Uh, a human male, from London, England."

[gruesome]

Some offers a hand, like he's seen the humans do when they make introductions sometimes. It's one of his left hands, but he has the spirit anyway. "I am Some ovMennet, of the River-Eaten tribe in Shaking-Walls, below Missing-Light."

[antichristsplusone]

"Oh, um- other hand. Side," he corrects with a gentle warmth, holding his right hand out demonstratively. "But. It's a pleasure to meet you, Some. I'd wonder why I haven't seen you more, but I suppose you must only be coming out at night, yeah?"

[gruesome]

He nods, hesitating a second, then switching hands. His shake is a little over-enthusiastic, but it's friendly enough.

"And not so much even then, back in the castle. Too many... lamps. Torches. The little fires. I like it much more here."