Event Seven.

[awashmods]

The lives of men, the lives of men With every sheaf are bound! We are the blessing which annuls The curse upon the ground! And he who reaps the Golden Grain The Golden Love hath found.

he setting is actually rather miraculous. In the center of the Town, not far from the well, there are tables set up, complete with bright orange tableclothes, and at the tables, there is a spot for each and every character, both new and old. They have a fancy placeholder with their names written at their spot, and at each spot is a meal they've been craving since they arrived. It's colorful, and delicious, and can be as fancy and spectacular as they desire. Of course, as nice as that is... maybe they should go save the people in the well first? There's definitely some yelling going on down there. Seems like there are some new friends, and the Town's welcoming everyone in style this time! Enjoy the feast; you made it through the Town's tests and are still here! Welcome to Awash's seventh event log/first intro log hybrid, everyone! If there are any questions, please ask them here, and don't forget to welcome all of the new players here! Thank you!

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[troubadamsel]

[Maribelle is walking over, tsking slightly.]

Seems to be that time again, I do wish they'd give us a little signal ahead of it...

[Waves a dismissive hand.]

Are you cold?

[ditherer]

[he shakes his head.]

No, I'm fine.

[the truth, despite still being wet. the cold is his comfort.]

Does... this happen regularly?

[troubadamsel]

Yes, actually. Every couple of months, we have newcomers arrive in this most... unpleasant fashion.

[ditherer]

The well wasn't so bad. [but he likes water, so he's biased.] Though the thought of being trapped there forever was a little scary.

[troubadamsel]

We'd never let that happen. We're an odd group, for sure, but we look out for one another.

[ditherer]

I'm glad to hear that. I'm not very used to being on my own...

[he's clearly a nervous and harmless kid?? absolutely.]

[troubadamsel]

Well, why don't you start with a proper introduction, so you can join our group?

[technically he's already joined, but she's a stickler.]

[ditherer]

[he smiles.]

My name is Ruva. And you, Ms...?

[troubadamsel]

[A hand to her chest, slight bow.]

I am Maribelle. A pleasure, I'm sure. Now, are you positive you're not cold...?

[ditherer]

I'm positive, Ms. Maribelle—you could say I'm used to it. But thank you for your concern.

[troubadamsel]

Well, if you change your mind, let me know. I have a fire tome back in my house, we can warm you up very quickly.

[ditherer]

... Sorry, you have a what?

[troubadamsel]

A book of magic, if you want to be exact.

[ditherer]

Ah, you're a magician! You certainly have the poise of one.

[troubadamsel]

[ooh, nice. ego +10%]

Hm! Why, thank you, I do strive to give off exactly what I am.

[ditherer]

It's a good thing to strive for.

[so says the guy lying about his name, age, appearance, personality...]

[troubadamsel]

I am, to be more specific, a Valkyrie. It's a class of mage that wields offensive magic as well as healing, both atop a war horse.

[ditherer]

I've never heard of that before. Magicians where I'm from don't usually ride horseback either...

[troubadamsel]

Well, I've been learning magic varies between realms. It's so scarce in some places, they just deny it exists.

[ditherer]

... I can't even imagine that.

[troubadamsel]

It can't be helped, not everyone can use it. But here, magic is alive and well.

[ditherer]

Not everyone can use magic where I'm from either, but the existence is still widespread. After all, gods are the ultimate authority...

[hahahahaha. well, he won't voice what he's actually thinking as he says that.]

[troubadamsel]

Ah, so the ones in your realm are a little more vocal?

[ditherer]

Well, I heard that a few have been summoned...

[troubadamsel]

Summoned! My word, the mages and priests in your world must have untold strength!