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Rorikstead, Skyrim, Sunday Evening

Skyrim is cold. Bitterly cold. The village of Rorikstead lies close to the mountain range that separates Whiterun Hold from the Reach. While the temperatures here are considered temperate for Skyrim, there is still clear frost in the soil and an everpresent fog in the air. The village itself is made up of a collection of farmhouses and homes flanking a single road on both sides. Many of the homes are in a state of disrepair - some parts of them look downright singed.

Fandom's students and teachers will be warmly received by Mralki and his son Erik at the local Frostfruit Inn. It's much warmer inside, so hurry on in...

[[ frostfruit rooms | common room | bard | rorikstead | ooc ]]

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The rooms of Frostfruit Inn are sparse, containing twin beds or a single queen for the students and the adults, a table and a dresser. Each room also contains a bowl of local fruits and vegetables, and is lit by wall sconces made of goat horn. Bathrooms... ...well, there's the communal hole-in-the-ground which is, mercifully, within the Inn itself, but any bathing will have to be done outside when it's light out.

[ check here for your room assignments! if threads threaten to go NSFW, please move them to a post in your personal journal. ]

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The large common room is the heart of Frostfruit Inn. On one side sits a bar, where you can order drinks and local delicacies from Mralki. There is a large fireplace at the center of the common room to keep everyone warm, while tables and chairs line the walls of the remaining real estate.

A bard roams the common room, strumming her lute as she sings various traditional songs of Skyrim. Dance, or request a song!

There's not much to do in town at this time of night, and the draw of the settlement is largely the land it's set upon.

There is Cowflop Farm, which seems to be missing part of its roof and most of its nearby plot of land has been scorched. Farmer Reldith is a kind but stern woman who's more than happy to sell you some produce if you want it.

Perhaps more interesting, though, are Reldith's stories about the dragon that attacked Rorikstead, and which continues to dwell somewhere in the neighborhood. So sit down, have a bowl of soup, and listen.

There's a beautiful patch of tundra stretching out past Rorikstead. Not that you'll be able to see much of it, considering how dark it is. But hey, is there any kind of getaway more romantic than nighttime stargazing in a realm without light pollution?

Skyrim's sky is somewhat different than the one back home - it has two moons, for a start, and occasionally a beautiful aurora shows, painting green across the sky.

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Let me know down here if I missed anyone in the room assignments or you have other questions!

Otherwise, get settled, work - and excursions - begin tomorrow...

Barry settled in a corner and started reviewing some results on his experiments on his tablet.

He also had a USB charging device in case anyone needed to juice up any of their electronic devices.

If anything could take Anders' mind off the irritating book he was reading, the Frostfruit Inn could. First, because it was so much more similar to home than Fandom was that he had felt a pleasant sensation of familiarity as soon as he'd spotted the thatched roofs. And second, because he was sharing with Nathan for the first time, which had him pleasantly nervous.

He opened his bag and began to unpack, placing his mother's pillow on the bed before he did anything else. The fact there was only onebed would sink in soon enough.

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Well, they hadn't been lying when they said pack for winter. As soon as he set foot in Skyrim, he'd started cursing a blue streak that didn't stop until he'd gotten into the room and on the bed. He was used to cold winters but man, this was cold.

He flopped gracefully onto the bed with his hood still up while his body warmed up. Apparently, they were going to be roughing it this fall break. All righty then.

Anders wasn't the only one who was pleased with their destination. While the cold was colder than expected, he'd glimpsed the mountains and smelled the fresh air and instantly relaxed. It wasn't Wales but it was close.

And stepping into his room just brought a slew of good feelings too. He hadn't ever shared a room with Anders before and he was quietly looking forward to the shared space. He was nervous but excited about it as well.

Travis made his way over to the bar. He hadn't eaten breakfast this morning so his stomach was letting him know how bad an idea that was now. After some thought, he went with tomato soup since it'd warm him up and give him time to decide if he was adventurous enough to try some of the unfamiliar things on the menu.

Felicity who, thankfully, had stayed a girl was more than a little weirded out by their vacation destination. She was a city girl at heart so this whole old timey village thing really wasn't for her. But she guessed she had to make the most of it.

Making the most of it was apparently ordering food that looked like it came straight from the Ren Faire.

Aye, this place did look a bit more like what Edward was used to - though in some ways it was more old fashioned, and in others, more outlandish.

He wasn't certain what to make of it yet, but he also knew he didn't have to make nothing of it if he didn't want to. Because they had ale here, and ale made an awful lot of things better.

After he finished that third pint he was nursing, at any rate.

Atton wasn't interested in romantic; it was just that the Inn was too crowded, and his mind kept drifting back to things he didn't want it drifting back to. Since it didn't seem to matter to his mind whether he was trying to be social or not, he figured not was the least terrible option right now.

So he'd snagged a bottle of ale and a torch and a blanket. Now he sat just a hundred feet or so away from the Inn, staring up at the sky.

At least there wasn't any snow. Even if he was feeling like kind of an idiot for bringing that one up earlier.

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"Isn't it nice here?" Anders asked, as soon as Nathan let himself in. "It's almost like going home, but without any Templars to spoil my fun."

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"It's amazing," Nathan said and he meant that sincerely. "It feels...I don't know how to really put it into words. The mountains make me think of Wales."

And that was always going to be a positive for him. "It reminds me of my grandmother's cabin. Secluded and cold, quiet and cozy. I feel comfortable."

He also apparently felt a little babbly. It was strange to be somewhere that he instantly didn't want to leave.

"Probably it helps that there aren't as many things beeping at you, too," Anders suggested. "I'd forgotten how quiet it was without that."

He didn't mind technology the way Nathan did, but going without it for a few days felt restful.

"Cozy's a good word for it."

Isabelle was bundled up in a winter coat that was a little too girlish for her current frame, but she didn't care. She needed the warmth. For the moment, anyway.

Because as soon as she'd dragged her luggage into the room, she dumped one bag on the other bed and got to finding her stele. She needed that. Before even any hellos.

(Considering how things were between them, that last bit was probably influenced by other stuff, too.)

Flick didn't really move when he heard her come in. He was just starting to get warm and he'd gotten comfortable on an unfamiliar bed and he didn't want to lose that.

Besides, he didn't know what to say anyway. He was awake (even if his eyes were closed) and listening to what she was doing.

Johnny walked away from the bar a little concerned. He was curious if dog meat was, like, dog meat or if it was just what they called hot dogs here. It sure didn't look like a hot dog to him.

He could come back to eat later, when he had hopefully forgotten that.

"Yeah, my head's clear," he said, mussing a few fingers through his hair and taking a look around. One bed. Huh. Hmm. "The bed is big."

Very big. And very very...singular.

She was doing simple things. There was the rustling of fabric when she reluctantly shucked her coat off, and rolled up one shirt sleeve. And then there was the quiet hiss as the stele burned her skin.

A Mark for warmth.

Lucky her getting to be warm that easily. He was still curled up in his hoode and against the blankets in an attempt to get warmer. This was like a New York winter times fifty.

He stayed still though, quiet and calm.

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Rorikstead, Skyrim, Sunday Evening

Frostfruit Inn

Frostfruit Inn - Rooms

Frosfruit Inn - Common Room

Frostfruit Inn - Bard

Rorikstead

Cowflop Farm

Grab a Torch and Go Beyond Rorikstead

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