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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.

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[ "Oh yeah, that's right." Martin can probably almost hear those words come out of Nero's mouth just from his expression alone. He remembers that being said, too. Whoops.

His head bobs slowly. ]

Right, right. Ambrose decided to figuratively throw everyone into the Singularity and see if anyone stuck. Everyone stuck. But it just ended up being a risky for him and now with us all scattered about... a huge liability against Thorne.

[ He turns his head toward the general direction of Thorne. I wonder if they've killed him. He certainly fucked up so unless he produces some serious results... I wonder if they're gonna stick his head on a pike.

Nero hopes so. Please don't tell me they all do weak-ass executions.

Yes, that's what he's concerned about -- how Ambrose will be killed if he is tried as a "major fuck-up," and if it will be something grotesque and violent.

Nero returns his gaze to Martin. "Hi." The word, again, flashes across his face. ]

It's a shame that you didn't get a chance to go there. [ A beat. ] Actually why didn't you go there with Jon? [ His head gives a small tilt. ] Wanting it to be really special when you show each other your dream worlds?

[Martin tries to scowl, but with all the redness its really almost more of a pout.] You're incorrigible.

[He makes a fuss out of straightening up his clothes - the tunic and coat Nero got him, in fact, which just makes him feel even more awkward that it's his everyday wear - so he doesn't have to look at Nero anymore.]

Anyway, it wasn't for lack of-- o-of trying. We, um. Well, now that I know he was stressing about dying it explains why he couldn't relax-- the, uh, the easiest way to get there is by- by meditating with someone else who has been. The idea was he'd show me and walk me through it, since.

[He tugs his belt straight and fidgets with its ends.]

Well, apparently, you don't exactly remember yourself the first time you go there.

Why can't you people just jerk each other off like normal folk?

[ Nero wonders aloud. But he gets it; fucking in a dungeon isn't exactly the most luxurious of experiences. If a person isn't able to make their minds go blank, they start thinking about the filth and shit that they're humping each other against. That sort of thing can really ruin the mood.

And if a person looks down and see their dick is being stroked with a dirt covered hand, well, that's enough to make anyone go a little limp. ]

No worries. Not everyone can let the minds settle in a dungeon.

[ His arms cross over his chest; he then uncrosses them and reaches out to help adjust Martin's tunic. Why not? If the man's gonna fidget, he'll help him fidget more. ]

So, who you gonna mediate with now? [ And his eyes narrow slightly. He'll forget who he is when he goes in? Well, obviously, they remember who they are when they go back. But Nero lifts his gaze to stare into Martin's eyes. ]

I dunno how safe it'd be to travel with me. So, I guess I can't piggyback off whoever shows you the way. Oh, well, sloppy seconds is really only for close personal friends, anyway. We're not there yet. [ Another soft pat as he adjusts the tunic, again. ]

[And now the redness extends down under his tunic, making his hair look particularly pale, and there's a few more notes of undignified sputtering as Nero leans in to help with his outfit. Those lithe hands so close to his neck make him uncommonly nervous.]

I-I-I, uhhm, I don't know? Y-yet? I, um, p-probably I should- I-I should ask, it- it's only people like us, th-that got summoned here that can go there at all...

[But when Nero goes to pat his shirt, Martin actually catches his hand by the wrist. Partly to his own surprise as well, judging by the quick flick of his eyes down to their hands and back up to Nero's before he quickly releases.]

W-with all due, uh, respect, Nero, u-uhm. You're... not... my type.

Which is a real kick in the nuts if you ask me!

[ Think of it? Being unable to access something that is right fucking there in their own world? Having to rely on people who they don't know to access it? It's a nice pot of suspicion, weariness, and eventual violence upon those summoned.

He smiles, pleased with it all. ]

Huh. [ His smile doesn't fade as much weaken slightly when his wrist is taken. He gives him a look and bats his eyes comically at him. ] Oh, Martin. [ But the moment passes quickly to lead to something else entirely! ]

Not your type? Is it because I'm too fit? My abs intimidate you? [ Insert sad face here. ]

[Nero is doing a good job of making Martin try to turn even darker but it won't work; and only partly because he's hit his upper bashful limit. Instead Martin tries to keep his voice lofty and dismissive, giving his overcoat one last tug into place.]

I am not... attracted to-- to sociopaths. I can't imagine what you think bringing fancy dress for people to change into for a hanging is, b-but it's not charming.

[ Crossing his arms, he listens to what Martin has to say. His eyebrows lift as he offers a few small nods. ]

Oh, it's my personality.

[ He lifts his hand up to wipe away imaginary sweat. ]

Whew. Had me worried there for a second, Martin.

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