Moving on over

Thorn Russo · 10-06-2012, 10:46 AM

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All welcome. Set present day October 6, around 10 am. Clear weather.

The hurricane had come and gone and Thorn had settled up in his home to wait it out. Only now was he content that it had completely passed and he could emerge into this new post-hurricane world. He had wanted to go out earlier, he had wanted to be one of the brave ones who braved the high winds and lashing rain and still was courageous. Perhaps he would have been all those things and more when he was four years old, supple and spry. Today he was slightly arthritic and too worried about his work to think about what might have been. The weather had come at the perfect time (rain on your wedding day a singer might have crooned had the world been different) but Thorn knew from experience that you had to roll with the punches and make do. He had holed up in his den and eaten some of the stocked meat he had previously acquired and smoked away the weather that threatened to kick in his door.

Emerging into the world the white Russian let a sigh slip out of his mouth and his mind immediately wondered just how bad things were at the brewery and vineyard. He worried less about the vineyard, he hadn't taken much time to do anything with it before the hurricane struck but the brewery wasn't the strongest building in the pack lands. Going back inside, hat and messenger bag were donned and he began the walk out of Jordheim towards the coast and the building he had put so much work into since his arrival to Vinatta.

The walk took time but time was something Thorn had plenty of. Surveying the brewery was depressing, but the damage wasn't as bad as Thorn had dreamt it would be. Wind had dislodged boards and the door was now lying off its hinges in the grass but the majority of the building was intact and standing strong. In the end most of these buildings wouldn't have lasted past the virus' appearance without being well-built and for this the Hollr was thankful. Standing outside the building that had become the centre point of his life Thorn Russo sent up a silent but important thank you to the Gods, partially his own family gods and partially to the gods of old that Vinatta was built upon. Strength of construction had saved the building but it was the collective will of belief, Thorn thought, that had saved him tears and an aching heart. Setting down his messenger bag he began to root through the scraps of paper and parchment in his kilt pockets to find the lists he had store there. Inventory begins.

WC: 454

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