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

[towerjunkie]

[ Roland asks Bryn for another drink himself, draining what's left of the drink he's been sipping at. ]

Mm. Right upstairs here. It's reasonable, and I bring in game every few days as thanks for the low rent. Not my usual trade, but it's keeping me in coin while I get the lay of things.

[ While he finds out how neutral the folk here are on the Singularity. ]

[coerthantorment]

[Well, that explains the familiar relationship between him and the barkeep. Estinien nods his head in acknowledgment.]

Aye. I'm intending to earn some coin that way, as well.

[Though he's been taking it slow, mostly for physical reasons. Roland can probably tell, that despite his towering height, Estinien is hollowed out with weeks of starvation. What they were fed in the dungeons was not nearly enough for someone of his size, and towards the end, he'd been denied food entirely more than a few times for his escalatingly bad behaviour.]

Are you a soldier?

[towerjunkie]

A soldier?

[ That's surprised him. But... it shouldn't. Eddie and the others from New York had never heard of gunslingers, it's likely other worlds wouldn't either. ]

No. I'm a gunslinger, say true. We keep the peace, dedicate our lives to the preservation of All-World and those in it. Or we did, before the world moved on.

[coerthantorment]

[Hmm... well. Okay. He feels like Roland is talking about some kind of cultural standby he's not at all familiar with. As far as he knew, being a 'gunslinger' was the same thing as being a fighter of any other sort.]

Whatever you're referring to, it must be a custom my star is unfamiliar with.

[He's hoping that Roland will simply elaborate.]

[towerjunkie]

[ Hm. Roland's quiet a moment, considering how better to explain. ]

In the kingdom I'm from, it was customary for these to be men and women who were trained in the use of guns from a young age, as well as politics, ethics, history... everything they'd need to travel about the land and settle disputes and keep the peace. These were the gunslingers, following the example of Arthur Eld of long ago. Once, there were many. They travelled far and wide, keeping chaos at bay.

But the world's moved on. When I was born there were few of them; few men and few guns. Men and worse who sought chaos set themselves against Gilead, and aye-- they succeeded in bringing it's end. Without a dihn-- a king, a father on the throne, without gunslingers keepig the peace chaos has come more quickly. And while I doubt we'll ever see their like again, as the last of them I'm sworn to thwart the plans of those who want to plunge the world into chaos. Aye, and to keep peace and settle disputes wherever I'm asked for aid and succour.

[ as he speaks there's a distant look in his eyes. there are complicated feelings associated with many parts of this. but roland is firm in his believe that his role as a gunslinger is above question, necessary. as is his quest. ]

Does that clear your questions?

[coerthantorment]

[It does, actually, and it can be seen in the way that Estinien's brow furrows with interest. In the meantime, Bryn drops off their drinks, and he takes a contemplative sip. It's different from the Forgotten Knight, but not in any way that matters to him.]

Aye. And you would do the same here, then?

[If so, Roland could prove to be a particularly useful ally. It doesn't sound like the kind of work that would allow a man to slink away from the bigger issues. It's the sort of mission statement that is comforting in its familiarity.]