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Lethevale Mods ([personal profile] lethevale_mods) wrote in [community profile] lethevale2017-01-13 01:05 pm
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{GAME OPENING}

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.
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[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."
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[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?"
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[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?"