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

[hylife]

[ He'd built up quite a bit of momentum with his food-and-cooking-related enthusiasm, but even the oblique mention of their... well, temporal displacement difficulties is almost immediately sobering for young Link.

It feels wrong to say that he hopes it won't be for long. This world claims to need them, after all... ]

Only the Gods of this place know that, I think.

[ Despite himself, he looks worried. ]

[aquaveiled]

[ She nods, empathetically and thoughtfully at first, before she says as if she's commenting on the weather: ]

Well, then we'll just have to fight them if that's what it takes.

[ And perks up immediately after. ]

But first things first! I need a pot. Thank you for your help.

[ She extends a hand to shake, as seems to be custom in most places, she's found. ]

I'm Himeka.

[hylife]

[ Link hesitates a moment, but only because the thought of fighting the Goddess Hylia is... well, more than a sacrilege. It's treason. That's the Princess's ancestor!

At the same time - if any of the gods here intended to keep him trapped, against Hylia's will? Link wouldn't hesitate to find a way to take them down. And when said just like that - if that's what they have to do - Link can only agree with a very serious nod.

And then, just as easily, changes the subject. ]

Ah. I'm Link.

[ He shifts back to a more relaxed demeanor, taking her hand to shake. ]

You must like cooking.

[aquaveiled]

[ She's been told that you can learn about someone's grip--really all she can tell is whether someone works with their hands and if they could potentially beat her in an arm-wrestling competition, of which he certainly does and she's not sure but she would take him on. And that's good enough for her. ​]

It's nice to meet you, Link.

[ Him and his delicious sweet bread. To his question, she nods, puffing her chest out just a little. ]

I do and there hasn't been much call for it in the dungeons, so why not take the opportunity as it presents itself? We can spare a few indulgences out here, right?