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ABRAXAS MODS ([personal profile] abraxasmods) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2021-08-28 09:45 pm

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.
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[personal profile] antichristsplusone 2021-09-19 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
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[personal profile] extremethirst 2021-09-19 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.