Solshiem village

[Cheshire Cat]

The village is a small community of anthro,nekkos and some human and elves, but the majority is anthro and nekkos.

Solshiem village is nestled at the edge of a large forest allowing the village to thrive on the skills of its residents and the cooperation of the full community to full fill their jobs to help. The village itself is mostly done in small log style houses to one side and on the other is where the skilled sell their trade in shops and blacksmiths or even as healers. Those gathered here had formed their own system of laws and government, the majority of decisions for the community is made by a group of 'elders'.

The residents live peacefully with no real threat to their home save for the occasional bandits or wild animal issue. The residents apply their chosen trades of farming and hunting to the merchants and healers even those who enforce the villages laws and to help keep the peace in times of disputes.


Solshiem village is a medieval anthro role play where common sense is still required. Also this is not the over played sex driven anthro after all their is other ways to show their animalistic side then trying to bed hop with every male/female. And even multi wives/mates is frowned on in civilized society

[White Raven]

Shabrik groaned under the weight of his equipment, and finally stopped by the side of the road, setting down his baskets. He was an ocelot anthro, which made him smaller than most of his feline kin, but nonetheless he was determined not to be outdone by his cousins. He had his fishing rod strapped to his back, along with a pair of nets, and the beam across his shoulders that was supposed to help balance the two heavy woven baskets on either side of him was feeling almost suspiciously heavier than usual.

He peered up the road towards the village, glad that at least he had made it this far. The rougher terrain between the road and river had been even harder to travel. He plopped down to take a breather, his legs crossed in front of him as he looked over the pole he'd been carrying. It didn't look any different than normal... he shrugged it off and ran a paw over his ears, smoothing the deep yellow-brown, black spotted fur back into place. He still had a couple of miles to go, but he needed some breath if he was going to make it.