I took a look at what I had written about for the background info I gave to you, and well, I don't like it. So From here I'm going to start giving you a bit more information about my home and my family.
So Lorvelli is a small town, big enough that you can get privacy when you want it, but small enough to the point that everypony knows each other. It was really quite nice, the founders set Lorvelli in a place that was free of influences. The seasons changed on it's own, the weather did as it pleased, and so did the animals that inhabited the area around Lorvelli. The town square had all the shops, like you may have expected. If you were looking due north, you'd probably see the Tavern, the Traveler's Waypoint. It's a nice little place, really. The building was built out of solid stone blocks, don't know why, but it really looks good on the place. The roof was like most roofs around here, wooden. I mean when you're in the middle of a forest, you kinda have all the wood you could even need. The stones were painted a long time ago, but that wore off with the rain, and winds. Inside the Waypoint, as we often called it, you'd see maybe 15 hoof carved wooden tables strewn about the floor, a stage to your right, and the bar to your left. It wasn't too big, but it could fit everypony in town if you liked getting cozy. The stage had a spot behind it for our resident divas to ready themselves, but I'll get to them in a minute. The inside of The Waypoint was kinda dim-lit to help set the atmosphere for the how that went on, and the stage had the piano for where the music could be played during the shows by one of the Concerto brothers, I'll talk about them later too. We're almost done with The Waypoint, save for the own and the drinks they served. Well, the drinks were what you may expect, there was something for everypony. The owner on the other hand, now she was special, well I say owner, but I don't know if she actually did own the place. Her name was Honey Splash.
Honey Splash was a beautiful young mare with a blue coat, but a honey colored mane. She had beautiful brown eyes, and you probably guessed it, her cutie mark was that of a bartender. It was a drink being mixed. It suited her though, she was kind, caring, and knew how to toss a stallion out if he deserved it. She was beautiful. Now I did Say that I would talk about the Concerto brothers and our towns little divas.
Vanilla Drum and Coco Beat were the town's performers. Vanilla was a definite showpony, no other way to describe her. White mane, blue eyes, and a yellowish coat, and a calming voice. She was a showstopper. Coco had a dark brown mane and coat, with slightly lighter eyes than her mane. She kinda was quiet and reserved when she wasn't on stage, but she was a showpony like Vanilla, so they fit well together. Coco had kinda this loud and exciting voice that just made you want to get up and sing. Very inspiring those two when they worked together.
Next is Gregorio and Sebastian Concerto, twin Pegasi. The Music brothers. Gregorio was the older one by about 5 or 6 years, and was smaller than Sebastian, but was more skilled at playing the instruments. Sebastian had one thing going for him, he could improvise anything, and make it fit. both of them had a purple coat, and red eyes, but Sebastian had a Aqua mane, and Gregorio had a green mane. They were almost a lot alike in personality, serious when playing music, approachable most of the time, and they were alright to be around, Sebastian just didn't know when to stop fooling around though, and that would sometimes cause troubles for him.
So after the Waypoint to the West is the Inn, the Hitching Post. Lovely little building, with nice large rooms, and very comfortable beds. The Hitching Post is a large black brick building, about three floors, and it took a hell of a time to build it up that high, if it wasn't for all the travelers we get coming through here, then it would still probably be a one floor shack with wooden walls, and hardwood floors, oh right I should mention the floors that the Post currently has. The floors of the post are soft, and I mean really soft, like grass in the fresh morning dew soft without the wetness. I always wondered where they got them from, and the owner never told me where he got them from, not that inclined to complain about them, it's just a nice little mystery about the town. The owner is, well we just call him "The General", but his name is Papa Musket. He and his wife have run the place since they took it over from The General's parents, and they apparently took it over from their parents. It's just a great place to be when the Waypoint is full.
Further west of the Inn was Mom's bakery, but you'll be getting enough of that later on, so why tell you now?
South of my home is the general goods store. It's run by the old colt of Lorvelli, Grey Mane they unicorn. Often enough you'll see Grey Mane just sitting on the porch right in front of the front door to his little shop,usually just waiting for somepony to come and purchase something. He'd usually give out candy to the little foal and fillies on Sunday around 1 or so. Grey had a long black mane and a greyish coat. Now I say greyish because I'm not really sure how to grade it really, it's definitely a shade of grey, but other than that I'm not sure what shade it is. He's really nice, but a bit strange shaking his hoof sometimes at the leaves or a rolling bit of tumbleweed. Like I said, nice but a little off.
A bit to the east is Father's forge, which you will see a lot later on as well.
Further east is the Town hall, technically the largest building in the village because of the massive clock tower that sticks out of the middle of it. It's made of wood, painted red, on all sides, and in golden letters is the words "Lorvelli Town Hall". While it may not look like it, it is one of the sturdiest buildings in the village, underneath it's wooden exterior is stone from the mountains to the right of the village, and it's strange not even father's hammer could make a mark in the stone. I've never been inside of the town hall, and as beautiful as it looked, I think it was there for mostly figurehead purposes.
The last building in the square is just north of the town hall, and just east of the Tavern, it's the Armory. We usually stored all sorts of different tools and weapons there but everypony in town just sort of calls it the armory. There we have weapons of multiple types, bows, lances, spears, swords, which are mostly used by the unicorns in town, almost everypony gets the armor and all of it's different types. Some of it is heavier, some of it is lighter, depending on the pony who uses it. And underneath the armory is a sort of well basement so that we can put the little ones and those unfit to fight in there so they can be safe.
A bit more south is the road that leads into the town, from the forest. We called it the Black Gate Forest, since there were the two tall ominous looming trees that were jet black, with leaves that were grey of all things, only two trees like that in the entire forest. I suppose you could say that our village was there to protect the forest, but most of the people in the village would correct you. You see, most of us have taken on the belief that our quaint little village is there to protect the rest of the world from the things that dwell in the Black Gate Forest. Manticores, Cockatrices, Sirens, Chimeras, Minotaurs, Kelpies, Basiliks, Dragons, Timber Wolves, Windigos, Hydras. Gorgons and other vile monsters; they all live in the Black gate forest, and we have our duty to defend the village, and the rest of the continent. And as much as we dislike it, we of the Lorvelli Village hold our duty above almost anything else.