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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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The beast bucks and bleats, but it cannot shake the son of Peleus' great grip. He forces it into the corner and pins it to the floorboards. Unfortunately, all of Achilles' godly strength can do nothing to calm the creature. Thus, when he releases his hold, the goat runs headlong into a chair and sends it clattering to the ground.
Yes, he has got it.
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Also there's broken glass all over the floor. So that's nice, and Achilles' current wrestling match is not exactly helping.
Aloy gives the table another shove, and then calls over from across the room, the exasperation in her voice fairly evident.
"You're just making it angry!"
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"What would you have me do? Reason with the beast?"
As the goat bucks and bleats, the son of Peleus tries a different tack. Overturning another table, pushing it toward the corner of the hall, he purposes to create a pen.
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That is, wrestling a goat in the middle of the tavern hall. Aloy sounds exasperated and furious all at once--she might try to calm it down, if not for the fact that she doesn't want to get near it. So, maybe penning it in is the right idea, barring anything else.
Once it's blocked in, and the threat of being kicked in the face is reduced, however, she'll grab an uneaten knob of bread off the table, explicitly to toss it at Achilles.
"Here, try and give it this!"
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"Here, you silly beast," says the son of Peleus, "accept this bread as an offering of peace. You need not rage against me forever."
By such enticements he has caught the creature's attention, but it does not yet come toward him.
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Aloy lets out a long-suffering sigh. The chaos has subsided enough for her to approach, tilting her head a little, as if studying his technique.
"You have to be...nicer. Gentler."
Don't ask her how she knows.
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"Honey-sweet words would hardly have persuaded it toward peace. I did what I must to keep safe the hall's people."
Purposing to tempt the goat, he waves the bread for it to see. The creature only bleats in distress and begins to pace its pen.
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She'll argue that of course the goat is uninterested--it's been suitably jostled and offended. Aloy thinks it's silly, too, but in a place like this one hardly fares well jumping to the violent approach.
"They're not so bad, when they aren't...stressed."