Xaltwind — Roleplayer Guild

--- Center of the Village ---

People:@Remram Brom Stronghammer, @BunniesOfDoom, @Zeroth Yasunami Akitsugu, @Rune_Alchemist Yingmei Okudaira, @ERode MacKinnon, @Dragonydas Myrravel, @Lupusintus Rinn Arniman, @CitrusArms Niara Rootwick
Time of Day: Late Morning / Early Midday

The cavalcade of actions, interactions and arrivals kept on rolling. Both Daryl and Sherly looked a bit concerned when the young adventuress recoiled and stated she was used to being banged-up and covered in scraps'n bruises - probably not somehting most people would be accustomed to. Then there was the one who fell from the sky, who meandered over and offered to repair the well... OR well, rip it apart and replace it, because apparently it was just that bad that it'd be better to rebuiild than repair. Followed shortly by the book-reader, who trotted over and lay down a barrage of words and plant-factoids that would've made most people raise an eyebrow in response... But perhaps these other ladies were alright with having plants and oghma botanica thrown at them randomly...

In addition, a young man, follwed by an equally young woman - who had a deathgrip on her farming tool - soon arrived and joined the gathering mass. Alongside them, a dwarf and an veery wary elf-lady also showed up, with the former being far more friendly and forward than the latter. The dwarf got a friendly and loud greeting from Daryl, who was happy to see someone so willing to socialize, and the two shook hands in the most bro-mantic fashion you can imagine, big manly smiles and confident eyes and all that jazz. You know the deal. Last but not least however, was the arrival of a wagon pulled by a sour-faced donkey, and its three occupants. An elderly gnetleman, a tiny girl and a foppish vagrant who looked like the kind of guy you just wanted to punch in the face or break a lute over his head... For no particular reason....

The only member of the freshly arrived folks who did not join the others at the heart of the abandoned town was the odd dwarven woman, the one in a long coat and who wore a pair of horns on her head. She was nowhere to be seen... Perhaps she'd gone off to explore more buildings like she had been earlier? Or perhaps she'd moved on to somewhere else entirely? Only time would tell.

For now, the eyes and ears of all fell on the center of the village, where everyone had gathered, finally.

"Well... I sure didn't see this coming."
"Hah! More people just means I was right all along."
"... How exactly does that logic check out, oh husband-of-mine?"
"Weren't you worried that we'd be all on our own out here. But, just look! We've got a whole heap of neighbours already."
"And you just take for granted that they're all going to stay in this... Town... And help you patch all the buildings up, hm?"
"Of course! Why else would they come all the way out here, eh? Now, let's get started!"

Sheryl sighed as her rowdy husband laughed in a boisterous manner, then quickly proceeded to their cart and began to heave barrels and boxes and crates and sacks off of it, walking over to house across the street, the one made of stone, that was empty of furnishings. It seemed that, for now at least, the big lug was going to use it for storage. Sheryl turned her head to the others, speaking with a slightly raised voice so they all could hear her.

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm gonna get to work. Since it looks like me and my hubsband will be stayting, I'll get to making some blankets for everyone. After all, the only things we found to sleep on so far are the cots in that place." She pointed a finger towards the longhouse - the only structure with any sort of still-remaining furniture. Well, unless you count broken down or in-need-of-dire-maintenance stuff elsewhere, of course. Done annoucning her intent, Sheryl began to help her hubby, carrying smaller things over to the 'warehouse', before plopping down on a small wooden stool they'd brough and getting to work with needle, thread and scissors.

"Grampy, we're here!"
"That we are."
"Can eat now?"
"That we can."

Rising from his seat at the front, Victor climbed on back over and into his own cart, joining Wilma. There, he rummaged through a sack before producing first a big loaf of fresh-looking bread, before sliding the lid off a nearby box and plucking up several small jars. He also withdrew a flat, dull-looking butterknife.

"So, what'll it be?"
"Straw-brary!"
"Haha, I thought so. Here you go, don't drop it, okay?"

He handed a red-painted jar to the little girl, who quickly twisted the lid off and snatched the knife from her grandfather. Then, with a vigorous scoop, she withdrew some red, ooey-gooey jam from within and spread it across the bread. Once a sutiable amount of sugary goodness had been smeared, the little hooligan dug in, like a voracious and starved beast, chowing down like there was no tomorrow. Victor, on the other hand, had a much more measured approach and was far more refined and elegant in both movements and behavior. He apparently chose some kind of orange-colored jam to put on his bread, and ate it slowly and composed, all while looking around at the other faces and the town as a whole.

"Hmm... That woman said they only found furnishings in that big wooden building, huh?" He mused. "Might wanna go check around, just to be sure." He said, while chewing.
"Don't wnana stay with everyone?" The little girl perked her head up, jam on either cheek.
"No, no, that's not it, dear. I just wanna make sure there's nothing or nowhere else to go."
"Pretty lady said she'd make blankies!"
"That she did. But we already have our own, remember?"
"B-But, she make us new ones!"
"Wilma... You shouldn't take things you don't need, remember?"
"Mmmm, boo... Fine...." She sulked while nibbiling at her bread, then turned her head and perked up again. "G-grampy! Look! Elfses! So many! So many elfses!"
"Huh, yuu're right... There are a lot them here."
"Waa-ooow...! They... They're so pretty!"
"Hah, you're right. They're all quite lovely. Don't you think so, boy?" The old man smirked, and gave the bard a playful nudgwith his elbow.
"Bird-man got no chance."

VBictor laughed heartily at the comment.

"Anyway, if you want a bite to eat, there's some more bread in the bag there. Once we're done eating, me and Wilma are gonna take a look around the place." It seemed Victor was generous. Or, he was trying to smooth over his grandchild's rudeness with the bribe of food. He also didn't seem concerned at all about the possibility of this strange, unfamiliar young man just taking control of his wagon and stealing it and his donkey away after he left... Was he too trusting? Or perhaps there was a reason for his lack of caution. In any way, the old man and his small ward finished eating, climbed out of their cart, held hands and then began to leisurely stroll about the empty paths and buildings.

Now the rest were left to their own devices. What would they do? Would the trio of females fix the well? Would they explore the village and its remaining houses? Would they offer to help Daryl or SHeryl with their unloading and work? Would they strike out on their own and do whatever they wanted or thought was best? The possibilities were infinite, but the choiice was ultimately their own.

@Remram
Wanderfúl~

[@Everyone of you goobers]
In the next IC post, I will begin the first instance of time-advancement. This will be done by putting the NPCs to work on various tasks that they will prioritize and keep them busy for as long as I feel would be good. This also means that this will be the first instance of you guys getting "free time", in which you can work on your skills, scout the village/surrounding areas, interact with each other or just goof off, all while time is "advancing", so to speak.

Thus, if you plan to do player-to-playe
mend doing collabs, as if you try to do one-by-one posts to dialogue, you may not get very far... If you want to do stuff like xplore, survey or work on skills or take a look through the village, let me know either in PM or hee, and I'll provide all the necessary details you may need to forumlate your posts and results.

Interacting with the NPCs will still be possible, but they'll be focuse don doing their "tasks", and won't really stop to talk - unless you do something really intrusive or wild... So, y'know... Keep that in mind, I guess?

Other than that, good work everyone. I'm glad to see we could all meet up at the center of town in a fairly timely fashion and get everyone set up for starting the actual "game" part of this RP up.

Enough blathering, time to get to work.

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