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[OPEN] Welcome to Solvunn!
WHO: Anyone in Solvunn!
WHAT: Mingle Meet & Greet for new and old Solvunn Summoned!
WHEN: Early April
WHERE: Primary Settlement: The Drunken Lamb
[ ooc; This is an open log so feel free to jump in and make your own top-levels! The Official Unofficial Welcoming Committee will be trying to invite as many Summoned as possible so you don't need CR with any character to show up. You can also just assume you heard it through word of mouth! The Summoned gather semi-regularly at the tavern so it's likely expected by the locals as well. ]
i. The Drunken Lamb
If walls could talk, these certainly would. The Drunken Lamb, an old staple in the Primary Settlement is where many go to relax and chat after a long day's work. A cup of locally brewed ale and good conversation are a great way to pass the evening and some nights get livelier with heated arguments over local produce and game, and friendly contests over mead and cards. A few nights a week there may also be a musical performance by a bad or just an impromptu sing-along when someone gets the urge. Luckily if you're drunk enough knowing the words may not be necessary.
Don't forget to say hello to the there is an old ewe who hangs out by the front door inside tonight due to the inclement weather. Her name is Myrtle and if she spits on you it's considered good luck.
The atmosphere inside the tavern is warm despite the howling wind outside, stone walls lit by torches and candles. Everyone is welcomed by the local tavern owner standing behind the counter. You're free to grab a drink right away should you like. The tavern boasts some of the best mead Primary Settlement. It's a great time to chat and get to know your new neighbors, but your hosts for the evening also have a few things planned.
Normally you would be encouraged to try the tavern's meat pies, but this evening is a potluck! Your fellow Summoned have put on their chef's hats and whipped together their favorite (or passable) dishes to share as a welcoming gift to the newest members of the flock. Be sure to fill up and go back for seconds because there is plenty to go around. If you're lucky, you may even know what you're about to eat!
If you want to try your hand at the tavern's beloved mead drinking contest, you are highly encouraged. Some of your fellow Summoned have even been crowned as champions before! They will be facing off one another as well as taking on other Summoned who are also capable of making poor decisions. But worry not! If alcohol isn't your thing (or even if it is), there are a few card and dice games available for any patrons to take up and play with one another. There is also a knife throwing board on the far wall. Because you know knives and mead work well together. For the musically inclined, Wanda has created some simple instruments for anyone to give us an impromptu performance, or an instrument of choice upon request. Sing us a song, piano-man!
The Official Unofficial Welcoming Committee is down one member this time around. They normally take more time to get the festivities off to an upbeat start, but you may notice that Himeka, Wanda, and Rocket are a little down. There are no brochures to hand out this time, but Himeka will hand over a whole dried fish (thank you Zagreus for helping her catch so many), including a little bow. If you look like you want more, you can ask for raw as well.
ii. The Storm Bleats
At the height of the evening's festivities, things take a sudden turn. Or rather, the windows take a sudden hit by a flying livestock as a goat is sent crashing through and comically onto a table. It seems that one of the tornadoes has touched down too close to town and a few unlucky animals have been taken for a ride. To those who have been in Solvunn at least for the past month, you know that goatnados have been happening on and off for weeks. The damage the winds do to property is a strain on the community, but airborne goats feel more dangerous.
And it doesn't stop with just one--the walls of tavern shake violently as the storm rages. The thud and "baa"s of goats (and the occasional "moo" of a cow) add to the symphony of chaos. The doors fly open, another window breaks, and the barkeep shouts for help. It's time for action!
Help corral the wayward livestock and find them safe places to huddle together inside the tavern, protect the locals as some may fight the storm terrifying especially in a drunken stupor, or maybe they think they can actually go out and take the tornadoes on themselves. Liquid courage is a hell of a drug. Refortifying the tavern by making quick work of the resources around you against the onslaught is extremely important as well. A few tables may be lost to the cause, but it it may need to be done. Hopefully with everyone working together, you can weather the weather.
iii. Who doesn't love a sleepover?
The storm still rages outside, but at least it seems like the goats have been collected and what fortifications needed to be done to the building are holding. It's clear that leaving is a no-go, though, for the safety of yourself and those around you. Looks like you'll be spending the night here after all. And not due to the "party all night" atmosphere that you may have hoped.
Well, that's unfortunate, isn't it? Or maybe it is fortunate if you haven't managed to find a more permanent place to stay in Solvunn just yet. The only bed in the tavern is in the back where the barkeep sleeps and he's offering it to an elderly man whose leg bothers him if he stands on it too long. So you'll have to figure out your own sleeping arrangements if you're planning on getting some shut eye. If you can.
But then again, who needs sleep? Maybe you still want to stay up all night and just wait it out. There are still card games and booze to be had if you need something to keep yourself busy. Or maybe you knows some games from your world to teach the people around you. And let's be honest, the goats have a mind of their own and will probably try to interfere no matter what you action you choose. At least you can say your welcome to Solvunn was anything but boring.
WHAT: Mingle Meet & Greet for new and old Solvunn Summoned!
WHEN: Early April
WHERE: Primary Settlement: The Drunken Lamb
[ ooc; This is an open log so feel free to jump in and make your own top-levels! The Official Unofficial Welcoming Committee will be trying to invite as many Summoned as possible so you don't need CR with any character to show up. You can also just assume you heard it through word of mouth! The Summoned gather semi-regularly at the tavern so it's likely expected by the locals as well. ]
i. The Drunken Lamb
If walls could talk, these certainly would. The Drunken Lamb, an old staple in the Primary Settlement is where many go to relax and chat after a long day's work. A cup of locally brewed ale and good conversation are a great way to pass the evening and some nights get livelier with heated arguments over local produce and game, and friendly contests over mead and cards. A few nights a week there may also be a musical performance by a bad or just an impromptu sing-along when someone gets the urge. Luckily if you're drunk enough knowing the words may not be necessary.
Don't forget to say hello to the there is an old ewe who hangs out by the front door inside tonight due to the inclement weather. Her name is Myrtle and if she spits on you it's considered good luck.
The atmosphere inside the tavern is warm despite the howling wind outside, stone walls lit by torches and candles. Everyone is welcomed by the local tavern owner standing behind the counter. You're free to grab a drink right away should you like. The tavern boasts some of the best mead Primary Settlement. It's a great time to chat and get to know your new neighbors, but your hosts for the evening also have a few things planned.
Normally you would be encouraged to try the tavern's meat pies, but this evening is a potluck! Your fellow Summoned have put on their chef's hats and whipped together their favorite (or passable) dishes to share as a welcoming gift to the newest members of the flock. Be sure to fill up and go back for seconds because there is plenty to go around. If you're lucky, you may even know what you're about to eat!
If you want to try your hand at the tavern's beloved mead drinking contest, you are highly encouraged. Some of your fellow Summoned have even been crowned as champions before! They will be facing off one another as well as taking on other Summoned who are also capable of making poor decisions. But worry not! If alcohol isn't your thing (or even if it is), there are a few card and dice games available for any patrons to take up and play with one another. There is also a knife throwing board on the far wall. Because you know knives and mead work well together. For the musically inclined, Wanda has created some simple instruments for anyone to give us an impromptu performance, or an instrument of choice upon request. Sing us a song, piano-man!
The Official Unofficial Welcoming Committee is down one member this time around. They normally take more time to get the festivities off to an upbeat start, but you may notice that Himeka, Wanda, and Rocket are a little down. There are no brochures to hand out this time, but Himeka will hand over a whole dried fish (thank you Zagreus for helping her catch so many), including a little bow. If you look like you want more, you can ask for raw as well.
ii. The Storm Bleats
At the height of the evening's festivities, things take a sudden turn. Or rather, the windows take a sudden hit by a flying livestock as a goat is sent crashing through and comically onto a table. It seems that one of the tornadoes has touched down too close to town and a few unlucky animals have been taken for a ride. To those who have been in Solvunn at least for the past month, you know that goatnados have been happening on and off for weeks. The damage the winds do to property is a strain on the community, but airborne goats feel more dangerous.
And it doesn't stop with just one--the walls of tavern shake violently as the storm rages. The thud and "baa"s of goats (and the occasional "moo" of a cow) add to the symphony of chaos. The doors fly open, another window breaks, and the barkeep shouts for help. It's time for action!
Help corral the wayward livestock and find them safe places to huddle together inside the tavern, protect the locals as some may fight the storm terrifying especially in a drunken stupor, or maybe they think they can actually go out and take the tornadoes on themselves. Liquid courage is a hell of a drug. Refortifying the tavern by making quick work of the resources around you against the onslaught is extremely important as well. A few tables may be lost to the cause, but it it may need to be done. Hopefully with everyone working together, you can weather the weather.
iii. Who doesn't love a sleepover?
The storm still rages outside, but at least it seems like the goats have been collected and what fortifications needed to be done to the building are holding. It's clear that leaving is a no-go, though, for the safety of yourself and those around you. Looks like you'll be spending the night here after all. And not due to the "party all night" atmosphere that you may have hoped.
Well, that's unfortunate, isn't it? Or maybe it is fortunate if you haven't managed to find a more permanent place to stay in Solvunn just yet. The only bed in the tavern is in the back where the barkeep sleeps and he's offering it to an elderly man whose leg bothers him if he stands on it too long. So you'll have to figure out your own sleeping arrangements if you're planning on getting some shut eye. If you can.
But then again, who needs sleep? Maybe you still want to stay up all night and just wait it out. There are still card games and booze to be had if you need something to keep yourself busy. Or maybe you knows some games from your world to teach the people around you. And let's be honest, the goats have a mind of their own and will probably try to interfere no matter what you action you choose. At least you can say your welcome to Solvunn was anything but boring.
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Which is as much of an explanation as Travis is going to get, unless he wants to see a demonstration of Michael slowly balling his hand into a fist and repeating the same hammer-hand move he just witnessed. Telling people he's an archangel usually just leads to more questions.
He's about to go back to hauling animals inside, but replacing the hammer with a bottle of mead is enough to grab his attention. Michael glances between Travis and the goat. Take the edge off. He knows nothing about this man, but surely no one would think it's a good idea to have the goats partake of the human drinks.
"You're not really planning on getting that goat drunk, are you?"
For starters, it's definitely under the legal drinking age.
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He raises a concerned, serious gaze to Michael as the goat squirms.
"Might give it an appetite though. Didn't think about that."
He turns scouting eyes to the tables.
... Definitely looking for barsnacks.
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"Good. They're difficult enough to manage when they're sober."
Michael gets the sense he's about to witness something verging on animal abuse. Maybe he should highlight that it would logically take less alcohol to affect a smaller goat. Instead, he decides to treat this as an opportunity to observe an unusual specimen. Travis is a bit of an oddball (though maybe not so much, by Solvunn standards).
He follows the man's gaze around the room. There's still plates of appetizers on the tables that haven't been upended, bits of bread and cheese and fruit. What's the next-best thing to beer for a goat, Travis?
"Do you have any experience with livestock?"
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Travis's knowledge comes from a bunch of crossed-wires for other animals, word of mouth, and several nobodies he may or may not be related to trying to keep animals alive when there's maybe something else out there trying to get at 'em. (Travis is not that Something Else.)
He's not going to be chased outta Solvunn with pitchforks for getting a baby goat killed or doing it wrong, anyway.
"Well sure, some. Any upstanding citizen's got experience with livestock at some point in their youth." Whether or not they meant to or wanted it.
Mind you, for many, that 'experience' may be in the terrible death of such an animal.
He's not specifying anything, but he does, notably, avoid anything citrus to feed Travis Jr. from the offerings. Avoids the bread. Hesitates on the cheese for a long moment and is startled out of his reverie by a slam of wind and the alarmed baaaaa in his arms.
"Whoop! Okay! Careful now!"
He returns, unfortunately, back to Michael's side, attempting to break up pieces of apple with one hand to feed to Travis Jr. "When's this storm supposed to end? Is this normal? How's a man supposed to explore?"
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Michael puts his hand out—only his hand. If Travis tries to shove the goat back into his arms he'll be stepping away. He's done carrying animals for the night, but he'll help break up that apple if the man cares to take him up on it.
"Normal? Yes and no. In the year and a half I've been here the weather has never been this severe, but there's a crisis of one form or another every other month. Political, magical, religious, what have you.
"I suggest putting off exploring until the tornado subsides, at the very least, though there's never a particularly good moment to go into the woods."
Tucked safely away between the trees, the storms probably aren't keeping the monsters he keeps hearing about from hunting.
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It seems like a good idea, whispering in the back of his mind. Give the (presumably) better man the goat!
But maybe he's grown possessive of Travis Jr. to the point that he doesn't even think to pass the responsibility off in a way that would (likely) help his sanity. And... a whole lot of other problems. Doesn't matter now. Doesn't even cross Travis's mind.
The apple, though. He definitely needs help with the apple. That's his first, and only, thought. Apple, goat, Michael.
He hands the apple over, a sense of oh thank god this weirdo is here passing on as well.
"Whaddaya mean? Something wrong with the woods?"
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He does accept the apple, thankful that Travis doesn't even try to pass off his burden.
This time there's no demonstrations of strength, no ripping the apple in half just because he can. Michael pulls a blade from his belt and starts cutting the apple in half, then into sixths. He has a knife. Cutting stuff up is what knives are for.
"Depends who one asks. I've only seen the usual bears and the occasional large, aggressive fauna." Some of the animals in Solvunn's forests are bigger and meaner than average, but they're still just that: animals. He hasn't run into worse outside of the time Solvunn overall had been overrun by monsters. "Some say there's a chicken-legged house wandering the woods. Various monsters. There are people living in isolation out there, too, so you'd do best to announce your presence unless you care to risk being targeted with an arrow."
Aloy is used to the sights and sounds of the forest and probably far less likely to aim her bow at a person-mistaken-for-a-beast than anyone else, but you know. Better safe than sorry.
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It's only weird if someone else makes it weird.
He feeds Travis Jr. the apple slices.
"A chicked-legged house! Hot Damn. I'll keep it in mind, letting people know I'm coming. Too bad I haven't seen anything I could really make a reflective vest out of around here." Hmmmm. He'll have to be careful about it. "Thanks, pal." For the apple help and the information.
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Michael has to stop and reflect for a moment at the idea of reflective vests. It's not a very stealthy notion, but it would keep people from confusing others in the woods with cryptids. It's certainly the best idea he's heard from Travis since he met the man.
"I'm sure there are alternatives to modern reflective textiles." Bits of mirror, polished seashells, probably a dozen and then some of the local magical spells. The Fey would probably know plenty of the latter. He'll leave investigating the possibilities up to Travis. "You're welcome."
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Travis Jr. wriggles at a particular slam of wind outside and gets loose. "Oh, Shit!" The kid leaps, bolts, and vanishes under tables like a flash, continuing on. Travis could just leave him but this is in fact now His Goat and he needs to stage a rescue.
"Hey, thanks for the help, sorry man, gotta go!"
He runs away after his quarry.