fh_trips | A Village Near Þingvallavatn Lake, Iceland, Monday, 945 AD

The temperature on Iceland swung from 35 to 60 degrees Fahrenheit on a whim this time of year; the locals had a saying that if you didn't like the weather, all you had to do was wait for five minutes, and it would change. Right now, the weather was a little chilly, and a thin layer of mist hung on the land early on in the morning.

The Viking village laid a bare fifteen minutes' hike away from Fandom, and its inhabitants had opened up their doors for their new allies. (At least, that's what they were calling them until the Fandomites showed any sign of trying to stage an invasion.) It was a cheery village, for as far as Icelandic Viking villages went, with flowers tucked in the thatch roofs and women in furs trailing down the streets.

There still weren't all too many trees, though.

There wasn't a single person in the village who spoke English, but most of them managed to get their meaning across by gesturing a lot or shoving things at people anyway. There was a tavern, of a kind, and in the middle of the village stood the chieftain's mead hall. The tiny market provided fish and furs and anything else the locals might need, and livestock... pretty much strolled through the place at random.

At the edge of town sat the wharf, relatively close to the lake. Boats could be rolled down to the shore across a long path, with the help of some logs (so that's where the trees had gone).

Viking life was merry.

If incredibly smelly.

Though, to be fair, at least a quarter of that was totally the fault of the tiny sulfuric geysers that dotted the landscape around the town.

[[ come visit the village of the vikings! Wander Through Town | the Market | Tavern | Mead Hall | Wharf | OOC ]]

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It's smallish and it's smelly, but it's fairly cheerful-looking. There are vikings everywhere, and tiny geysers and hot springs the size of a foot or a small pond can be found not far from the buildings.

As far as markets go, it's weetiny, but it's definitely a market. Buy or trade for furs and fish here. And meat, but it doesn't alliterate as well.

If you want to call it a 'tavern'. Really, it's just a small building where you can buy a pint of mead or two.

Which isn't what it sounds like. It's the most well-defended building in town. The Viking chieftain isn't currently in session, but there are probably some ~~moddable~~ important-looking pillagers milling around.

Situated at the edge of town, this is where the ships are made! Though not very big ships; the lake nearby might be huge, but it wasn't quite the size of the sea. Some craftsmen were at work here, and happy to babble at you in Nordic about what they were doing.

Or maybe you just want to steal the wee Viking village equivalent of a yacht...

Welcome to the first of your multiversal trip posts! We won't be doing these every day, but they'll come up occasionally, and you're always free to mod your Icelandic adventures in the coming weeks as you want. The Vikings will remain hospitable-- well, unless you pick a fight with one in a bar, anyway.

Edited 2011-05-02 08:26 (UTC)

It was clear that Alexander could not understand a word the vikings said, but he was not about to let that keep him from trying to see if perhaps, maybe, there might be an off chance they could help him. Armed with a map of his world, he explored the town, taking every chance he had to attempt communicating with the vikings to see if he could extrapolate anything...anything at all!....about the Land of the Green Isles. After all, these were sailing men; there might be a chance, and a chance was all he needed.

Besides, it was a good way to pass the time. It would just seem silly for there to be a whole viking village next door and not go check it out, really.

Or how about six?

Shunsui was getting to enjoy this mead stuff, though he was still not convinced it was better that sake. He was, however, somewhat determined to get at least one of the Vikings to join him on the sake boat.

The Vikings, for what it was worth, seemed somewhat impressed by the Shinigami's ability to hold his liquor, too. It would be a while before anyone was drunk under the table in this party.

Lion-o couldn't resist taking a stroll through the town. It didn't smell pleasant, but it was interesting to see how they lived. He still wasn't sure if these Vikings could be trusted, though.

Jaina had some time early in what felt like the beginning of a busy day to do some exploring. She liked getting to see more of the planet when she could, and she was pretty sure this was her first time going back in time. So she could spend some time wandering, even if she couldn't communicate very well.

And she was not going to let herself think about any places she missed after this. Nope.

A Village Near Þingvallavatn Lake, Iceland, Monday, 945 AD

Wander Through Town

The Market

Tavern

Mead Hall

Ship Wharf

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