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Lethevale Mods ([personal profile] lethevale_mods) wrote in [community profile] lethevale2017-01-13 01:05 pm
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Who: Everyone!
Where: The whole of Lethevale.
When: January 13th.
What: A storm, a town, and a beginning.
Warnings: TBC

It isn't unusual, in the mountains at this time of year, to have some wild weather. What is unusual is just how quickly and how violently this particular storm blows in. One moment it's a clear, fine winter's day, unusually good for travelling, with frost glittering on the ground and the sun dazzlingly bright in a painfully blue sky - then, without warning, the sky is blotted out by roiling black clouds, and the early afternoon is plunged into dim twilight. By three o'clock in the afternoon, the storm has fully arrived, and gale-force winds are lashing the sharp, icy rain in all directions, while lightning flashes and thunder roars around the mountainsides.

The good news is that even the wolves and bears have gone to ground. The bad news is that they had good reason to. Any traveller caught in this storm had better find shelter of their own - between the cold and rain, the battering wind which can bring down whole trees, and the rapidly flooding valley, it's simply not safe for even the hardiest passerby to be outside right now.
insufficientjewel: (Small smile)

OTA: the King's Head

[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2017-01-13 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Francis looks barely human when he stumbles into the inn. He's black with mud, dripping rainwater, and the cloak he wears makes him a shapeless shadow. That serves to make it a little laughable when, out of habit and good manners, he wipes his feet and doffs hat and cloak before entering.

A few minutes later, still in his soaking wet clothes, he's furnished with a cup of hot cider and the promise of a meal, and he heads over to the crowded space beside the fire, edging into a space with an apologetic little smile to his neighbours.

"Excuse me. Is it all right if I sit here?"
savethetalk: (Cheeky devil)

[personal profile] savethetalk 2017-01-16 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Syrenne had just barely dried off from being soaked to the bone, though at least she hadn't had the displeasure of being caked in mud or looking nearly as defeated and beaten as this guy did. Running a hand through her hair she looked over and shifted a little toeing the iron and causing the logs in the fireplace to shift.

"Looks like you need a lot more than they do. So you got caught in it too huh?"

Really if the weather was always like this it was a wonder that anyone bothered coming to this place at all. Then again maybe that was why she hadn't really ever heard of it until she was suddenly stumbling through another town not far off.
insufficientjewel: (Small smile)

[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2017-01-16 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sadly, I did." He gave her a little nod and a smile, though it was a little taut and didn't quite reach his eyes. Sitting down, he wrapped his hands loosely around his cider cup and sighed in relief as the warmth of the fire started to seep into him. "My horse stumbled into a bog. Stupid, really. If I'd only waited for the coach, I might have saved him and myself a great deal of trouble."

Shaking his head, he sipped his cider meditatively for a moment before looking back up at Syrenne. "Did you travel far?" Judging by the way she spoke about it, she was probably a fellow-traveller.
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[personal profile] savethetalk 2017-01-18 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably, though you might have been waiting all day too and wound up soaked through and with a cold."

After toeing the fire a moment she went over and unceremoniously took a seat adjacent to the newest addition with her own drink. Something to warm her up certainly, but quite a bit stronger than the hot cider he had.

"A bit too far it seems. But then a place that isn't on the map should mean it won't be too hard to find a bit of work."
insufficientjewel: (Small smile)

[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2017-01-18 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm." He sounded a little unconvinced. "Have you travelled much in these parts? In small villages, and the like?" It seemed a more tactful thing to say than pointing out directly that small communities, in his experience, were if anything less likely to want new workers than larger ones.

Remembering his manners belatedly, he cleared his throat, shaking his head a little, and held out one still-numb hand. "My name is Fletcher, by the way, ma'am. Francis Fletcher."
savethetalk: (Cheeky devil)

[personal profile] savethetalk 2017-01-20 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Some small villages, smaller than this. And I know what you're thinking, but if you're in the right line of work sometimes they need your help the most. Usually the bigger ones go and hire some kind of pompous guard or worse yet actual knights."

Syrenne seemed to look him over as if sizing him up and taking a sip of her drink before she leaned forward and shook his hand.

"Syrenne. So did you travel very far to get here Francis?"
insufficientjewel: (Distant)

[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2017-01-22 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Today? Only ten miles or so." His hand was wet and cold, but his grip was firm enough. "I overnighted at a village a little further down the valley. But I came from Poland, before that. I work in Warsaw." That's a not-insignificant journey, of course: several hundred miles. He doesn't look like the travelling type, though; he's not dressed particularly well for a long journey, and he has none of the hardened look of someone used to outside living.

"And you?"
someguywithglasses: (hmm)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-13 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
By the time Amamiya made his way to the inn, he resembled in misery and general lassitude the very image of wet cat. Though he had attempted to dry himself a little at the entrance, or at least wipe his feet, it made little difference. Now rainwater was slowly pooling under his shoes as he attempted to tell the girl working at the inn that he was expected.

"I don't understand," he was saying. He took off his glasses and in vain tried to wipe off the water. "I did send correspondence ahead of time. My things should have been sent ahead. Are you sure there's no note? It was all under Amamiya..."
lethevale_npc: (Oswald Johanssen (Landlord))

[personal profile] lethevale_npc 2017-01-14 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Annette!" The voice came from behind the bar; the girl turned rather gratefully away from trying to explain that the mail coach, it came late in this weather, that perhaps his bags... The landlord's interruption was a welcome distraction. "Annette, what's keeping you with the young man?"

And the landlord came out from behind the bar, limping slightly and wiping his hands on his apron. He smiled jovially at Amamiya, winking broadly. "I hope you're not trying to steal my girls away, sir. What's the problem?"
someguywithglasses: (this is suboptimal)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-14 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, hello," said Amamiya, turning to the landlord. "Are you Mister... Johanssen? I had some things sent to Lethevale ahead of me -- I'm Kazuhiko Amamiya."

After the excitement of the night, he was finding it difficult to get things out in the right order. "They're very delicate. Medical instruments, tinctures, and such."
lethevale_npc: (Oswald Johanssen (Landlord))

[personal profile] lethevale_npc 2017-01-16 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, well." Mr Johanssen wasn't particularly prone to awkwardness, but there was a certain caginess to his tone. "The mail coach was due yesterday, but I'm afraid it never came. The weather, most likely." As if the weather yesterday hadn't been perfectly fine. But he smiled broadly and clapped Amamiya companionably on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Mr Amamiya, I'm sure he'll be by as soon as the roads clear up."
someguywithglasses: (chat)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-18 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Right, the weather. Is it always like that?" On and off, Amamiya meant, though he failed to specify.

"I suppose I'll just have to wait, then. THank you."
lethevale_npc: (Oswald Johanssen (Landlord))

[personal profile] lethevale_npc 2017-01-22 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"The winters here can be unpredictable," Johanssen says sagely, nodding, and with his hand still on the younger man's shoulder, tried to guide him as smoothly as possible towards the bar. "Though this is unusual, even here. A particularly bad storm. You'll want to stay inside a while, warm up... Why don't I fetch you some mulled cider, to start off with? Speciality of the house. My family have brewed it for five hundred years."