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]

"I have."

He's enjoyed the Horizon more with his memory intact. There's less drama to it that way, and when one knows there's a world outside of it, threats to your well being there are almost non-existent.

"I suppose I grew fond of what I created." He still cares for the sheep there, even if the circumstances of his valley are made to be so ideal that he barely needs to. "Though not all that much has changed since our first journey there. Some new constructions, some things reorganized... some were less pleased with what they had made once they had the benefit of context."

Personally, he liked what he made the first time just fine and hasn't seen much need to build more.

"'Tis... quieter, now. Fewer people are present there at once, with most of them busy with their waking lives. Running into another traveller is a matter of chance, for the most part."

[baltimores]

"Huh," is all Amos can offer at first. He knew some of them had gone back to the Horizon, but hearing it affirmed is something different; a verbal confirmation that he's been missing out, not that he particularly minds. There's also the idea of going back there knowing who you are, the idea that you can change things.

He sips from his new drink while he thinks it over. Somehow, he'd known enough to create a replica of the Rocinante; it had also really bothered him that he couldn't remember its name when Era— Hime brought it up. But otherwise, for the most part, he'd just existed in a void that, unlike space, had air and didn't have any radiation. It had been fine. He probably wouldn't feel the need to change things too much.

Lucky him, based on Estinien's assessment of what others apparently had to change. Lucky for the both of them, really, if Estinien liked whatever it was he had. Amos hadn't seen, but his words are enough.

He lowers his glass from his lips; idly keeps his hold on it. "You know, I didn't really see a whole lot of anyone else the first time. Kind of kept to myself." Shocker. "That doesn't sound too bad, though. Works with the whole 'keeping in touch over long distances' thing. Hell, you make it sound downright nice."

He sounds contemplative now. Not like Amos had doubted the Horizon's value; more like he just needed an incentive. Estinien's a good sales rep for the kind of shit he likes, apparently. Or at least in this case he is.

"Yeah, alright. You got any tips on how to meditate?"