DUNGEON - BELLMARE ENCLAVE (BELLMARE MOUNTAINS, PT 2)

[phantasmods]

The shadows are starting to grow very long as you crest his particular ridge - it's not night yet, but it will be soon. In the shadows of the afternoon, with a tall mountain already blocking the sun, lies a snow-covered valley that is different from the ones you've come across thus far in your investigation.

This valley is home to a town, and unlike all the settlements you've seen so far - Incendia, the Telovia mining town, and the manor - it's very much active. There are actual people in the streets, visible from above, going through their days on snow-free streets, bundled up against the cold.

Those of you who asked were told of the handful of people who didn't go into the slumber of stasis as the Fissure conditions of the world grew worse and worse, instead isolating themselves and trying to continue living their lives as they could. Now, it seems, you've found exactly such a group.

Welcome to the Bellmare Enclave, and enjoy your stay.

[[OOC: Welcome to part 2 of the dungeon! For the most part, interaction with the town's NPCs can be handwaved as described on the main information post. Worth noting are the following major things: The Bellmare Enclave isn't expecting visitors, though the people are generally friendly to the new arrivals. They don't know about the time dilation effect of their Fissure - to them, it's only been about eighteen years since the Slumber Plan was put in place and they withdrew from the world. And finally, by a similar token, they have no idea how far the Fissures outside of their own have grown - while it's not uncommon for them to find odd objects from time to time, they'll assume that the characters are just arrivals from other places within their own world, rather than outsiders, until told otherwise.]]

Comments

[hairpincurves]

[She smiles and slides her hands into her pockets. She knows.]

Well, I try my best.

[fifthreplacement]

You do better than most. The amount of people who don't know that there's a time and place to an argument is astounding.

[This is much easier to deal with. Thinking back on his days as a God-General helps him forget. There it hadn't mattered as much as to what he was. It just mattered that he was good at his job]

[hairpincurves]

Did you have to deal with that a lot? As a God-General.

[fifthreplacement]

Often enough that I know there was usually a betting pool around it. [He can't help being a little amused by that] The soldiers in my division knew to listen when I spoke, but any time I had to work with others, there'd usually be some idiot who wouldn't accept that I outranked him.

[hairpincurves]

[She snickers.]

I imagine putting those types in their place was pretty fun on its own?

[fifthreplacement]

Half the time, at least. The other half were just frustrating because I wasn't technically allowed to hit anyone.

['Technically' is a key word. There was also usually a betting pool on whether or not he lost his temper with someone, and how long it would take]

[hairpincurves]

"Technically"...

[She makes a face.]

That does sound pretty damn irritating, though.

[fifthreplacement]

I was pretty good about not punching them. Most of the time.

[He was a good general, he didn't punch people unless they really pushed their luck]

Problems with being the second highest ranked person in a military order and being young. I dealt with it though. Had to. [He hated every moment of it, but he handled it. Learning how to hold your tongue was an important skill Van taught him]

[hairpincurves]

It sounds like you dealt with it better than I would have. I have more than a few issues with the idea of not being taken seriously...