Open | November

[wwrench]

WHO: wwrench + OPEN TO ANYONE
WHEN: November
WHERE: Solvunn + Horizon + Nocwich
WHAT: Fortifying for winter and doing some shady (?) shit, setting up his Horizon and offering some ASL lessons, and general exploration
WARNINGS: TBD - will be marked and added as they appear

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SOLVUNN.

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preparations

While Wrench has mostly settled into a new way of life in the months since his arrival, the man has not as quickly adopted anything that might fairly be considered a home.

He's no stranger to winters spent among the elements, and past experience has left him with a healthy respect for the whims of nature he knows he can no better predict than control. As November creeps in, Wrench can be found preparing himself for the following months with all the urgency of someone who knows better than to rely on anyone else for his own wellbeing.

That means hunting and fishing for what meat he can fell with his miniature tomahawk, or whatever weaponry he's been able to whittle, borrow, or liberate. Wrench has also taken to foraging and trading the flora and fauna native and plentiful to Solvunn that might fill a person's belly or season their meals.

Nothing goes to waste. Hides are scraped, soaked, and tanned, pelts are skinned and stretched, and blood is collected in containers for an unspoken use all its own. If there's something he has that you want, Wrench is open to offers. Trade him for clothing, supplies, or teach him some magic.

gods

Should paths cross, one might find Wrench making infrequent but surreptitious trips to the Offering Grove, around a bowl that managed to survive the damage caused by the Darkhounds. While he may appear to both arrive and leave empty-handed, after his departure the once-empty bowl might be seen bearing bits of animal entrails, macerated bone, and blood.

Or maybe he's nowhere near the shrines at all. Perhaps he's in the middle of a gathering -- a feast or a dinner or a collaborative build -- when all of a sudden Wrench stops and seems to pay his whole focus to someone in the crowd. The object of his attentions may appear innocuous enough, but something about the way the tall man stares at them makes it seem like he can't make heads or tails of whatever it is they're doing at the moment.

HORIZON.

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He's only made a few trips in so far, but the act of creating something as easily as thinking it to life is clearly alluring. And it shows in the way that Wrench's Horizon space is starting to come together.

The modest cabin sits on the edge of a sparkling lake where the weather feels like early autumn all of the time. It's almost always dusk, with the sun just having set behind a ridge of unreachable mountains, but somehow the amber light doesn't blot out the thousands of stars in the sky.

Wandering a little further will reveal other amenities to take advantage of: a modest campsite with a nearby natural spring, broad swaths of forest with active wildlife, and even a patch of frozen water and an ice fishing hut where the Horizon's ambient temperature suddenly turns frigid.

Visitors can find plenty to entertain themselves with, but Wrench is also trying out something new when he's present in the space:

American Sign Language instruction.

NOCWICH.

[wwrench]

TBA

WILDCARD.

[wwrench]

Please feel free to throw anything Wrench's way. Can also be used for brain texts, passers-by, or observers who want to indicate they've seen Wrench doing something, but don't want to engage with him around it.