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Igraine said
And I'll risk our GM's ire for a double post to ask, The dog!? The *sniffles sadly*
Lillian Thorne said
Well a post would be wonderful, Numerica, I look forward to reading it when you are rested enough to write. I know Kraft spoke of having a conflict and we had the guild down for a day but we haven't heard from several people. So who is in? This is an official role-call, speak now or forever hold your peace.
At your service, lady moderator.
“We've got to barricade the doors and windows” Bogdan heard from Adrian. Following his command, patrons of the tavern began to shove tables, chairs and everything with enough weight at the points of entrance. Bogdan was quick to pitch in, as he and another man lifted a wooden bench to the back door and stacked several chairs above it.
“You know Bogdan,” the man stopped and questioned. “wasn't there another group of hunters earlier? Why are they not with you?”
“They set out earlier than me,” Bogdan recounted. He heard old Pavel and his sortie setting our earlier; a group of experienced hunters, most of whom were superior archers and trackers than himself. Originally, it was Bogdan's intent to follow along. However, Svarli was beset by an upset stomach this morning. Bogdan never went out of Adishi without Svarli...
Svarli.
“Wait,” Bogdan suddenly remembered. While he and Adrian's friends busied themselves with barricading, Svarli was nowhere in sight. “Have you seen Svarli, my hound? He was under...”
The sound reached his ears at that moment. Horrifying screams, screeches of lives being extinguished from both human and animals. Without hesitation, Bogdan took off back to the main tavern room. He sprinted as fast he could, vaulting over a table and dashing between a group of surprised patrons.
Svarli.
The unmistakable shape of a husky curled in the corner, soft whimpers came from its mouth. Somehow, a deep dread underneath him told Bogdan that Svarli was another victim of the curse. He knelt beside Svarli, holding the husky's trembling head in his lap. No, this could not happen, Bogdan pleaded. He knew Svarli was growing weaker by the minute, and most terrifying of all, there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“No, no, no.” For the first time in seven years, Bogdan cried. Tears streamed from his eyes down to the floor, where his shaking hands held the lifeless body of his most loyal companion.
“You know Bogdan,” the man stopped and questioned. “wasn't there another group of hunters earlier? Why are they not with you?”
“They set out earlier than me,” Bogdan recounted. He heard old Pavel and his sortie setting our earlier; a group of experienced hunters, most of whom were superior archers and trackers than himself. Originally, it was Bogdan's intent to follow along. However, Svarli was beset by an upset stomach this morning. Bogdan never went out of Adishi without Svarli...
Svarli.
“Wait,” Bogdan suddenly remembered. While he and Adrian's friends busied themselves with barricading, Svarli was nowhere in sight. “Have you seen Svarli, my hound? He was under...”
The sound reached his ears at that moment. Horrifying screams, screeches of lives being extinguished from both human and animals. Without hesitation, Bogdan took off back to the main tavern room. He sprinted as fast he could, vaulting over a table and dashing between a group of surprised patrons.
Svarli.
The unmistakable shape of a husky curled in the corner, soft whimpers came from its mouth. Somehow, a deep dread underneath him told Bogdan that Svarli was another victim of the curse. He knelt beside Svarli, holding the husky's trembling head in his lap. No, this could not happen, Bogdan pleaded. He knew Svarli was growing weaker by the minute, and most terrifying of all, there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“No, no, no.” For the first time in seven years, Bogdan cried. Tears streamed from his eyes down to the floor, where his shaking hands held the lifeless body of his most loyal companion.
Hey buddy, you're like the 5th maxwell here. Is this an alt account?
Wow, this is a real bad time to be someone's dad in Adishi. 
Numerica said
I'm exhausted. I had to work until 7 today, and didn't get home until 8, then had to cook dinner...
Instant noodle and canned food are my solutions to that.
A few hours ago...
“You are as a rock, silent and unmoving. But when the moment arrives, strike fast like lightning. Be brave and act quick.”
This quote was one of the few things Bogdan remebered about his father, beyond this, there were the hunting trips. Vlad Matisky, whom now was nothing more than faint shapes for the adult Bogdan, was insistent bringing his son along on his hunts. Bogdan could remember stalking and observing a buck behind a giant pine tree, the very same pine he hid behind at this very moment.
Coincidentally, the animal in the clearing felt like the same deer he saw his father killed a decade ago. Every movement of Vlad was pin-point precise, he would lay prone for hours without moving, and at the blink of an eye, impale the arrow in the deer's forehead. To this day, Bogdan tried in vain to imitate the hunter from his youth. His hands slowly bushed the quiver, snatching an arrow and stringed it inline with his right eye. As quiet as his heavy boots could allow, Bogdan swung into the opening, bow fully drawn and then let loose.
With sharp swoosh sound, the arrow flew through the midst of the buck's antlers. The deer, who was previously carelessly grazing on fallen leaves, bounced away into the forest. Bogdan shook his head in disappointment, it was his third encounter with this sly creature, and just as before, his arrows never found their marks.
A soft whine sounded from behind, Svarli, the old husky, softly scattered to Bogdan's feet. A few years ago, Svarli would have aided his master, Stanislav, in traveling through the mountains. He was just a puppy when Stanislav took Bogdan as his apprentice. Throughout the years, the silver-furred dog often led his masters through the woods, eager to discover the forest. Now, the hound was a bit too old for that task. That was not to say Svarli lost his enthusiasm, no, he still perked with excitement every time Bogdan set out from the village. It was just that he could hardly outrun his masters anymore; instead, he merely sat with Bogdan, in ways similar to an old companion.
“You feeling cold boy?” Bogdan reached down and petted Svarli, whom responded with quizzing look. It was a sign urging for return, for Svarli had, and still have a keen sense for danger. “Let's go back home, you deserve a good meal at the Solstice.”
Now
The tavern buzzed with joy of the festival, and Svarli was happily waggling his tail beside Bogdan's chair. In the distance, Chiduka was telling a fairy tale to whoever would listen. For a brief second, he thought about her and Vasily, whom he saw earlier with his daughter. It was common for men and women of his age to marry, if not already having children. In fact, many of Bogdan's childhood friends married at his age. His work in the village distanced him from finding romance, a task he simply never concerned himself with until last year. In his travel to the foot of the mountains, he had taken interest in a girl of the town. Unfortunately, her father was rumored to have connections to the Tsar's family, a village folk such as Bogdan would most likely be the last one on the girl's mind.
Sighing briefly, Bogdan withdrew himself from the scene. He would not end up heir-less like Chiduka, maybe, just maybe, he will court the girl on his next trading trip. For now, he moved himself near a table of chanting men. They were watching Adrian, once again demonstrating his immense capacity for holding liquor. Bogdan smiled at the group, despite not often interacting with Adrian, he was someone Bogdan liked, and to an extent, a friend. Just as he neared Adrian's table, a terrifying scream and an unnatural aura of darkness swept by the door.
“Everyone into the tavern!” Someone shouted above the crowd. All of a sudden, Viktor was harrowing children inside. David and Viktor was abruptly in front of Bogdan, and the entire tavern seemed to have exploded in chaos.
“Adrian, David, Viktor. What is happening?”
“You are as a rock, silent and unmoving. But when the moment arrives, strike fast like lightning. Be brave and act quick.”
This quote was one of the few things Bogdan remebered about his father, beyond this, there were the hunting trips. Vlad Matisky, whom now was nothing more than faint shapes for the adult Bogdan, was insistent bringing his son along on his hunts. Bogdan could remember stalking and observing a buck behind a giant pine tree, the very same pine he hid behind at this very moment.
Coincidentally, the animal in the clearing felt like the same deer he saw his father killed a decade ago. Every movement of Vlad was pin-point precise, he would lay prone for hours without moving, and at the blink of an eye, impale the arrow in the deer's forehead. To this day, Bogdan tried in vain to imitate the hunter from his youth. His hands slowly bushed the quiver, snatching an arrow and stringed it inline with his right eye. As quiet as his heavy boots could allow, Bogdan swung into the opening, bow fully drawn and then let loose.
With sharp swoosh sound, the arrow flew through the midst of the buck's antlers. The deer, who was previously carelessly grazing on fallen leaves, bounced away into the forest. Bogdan shook his head in disappointment, it was his third encounter with this sly creature, and just as before, his arrows never found their marks.
A soft whine sounded from behind, Svarli, the old husky, softly scattered to Bogdan's feet. A few years ago, Svarli would have aided his master, Stanislav, in traveling through the mountains. He was just a puppy when Stanislav took Bogdan as his apprentice. Throughout the years, the silver-furred dog often led his masters through the woods, eager to discover the forest. Now, the hound was a bit too old for that task. That was not to say Svarli lost his enthusiasm, no, he still perked with excitement every time Bogdan set out from the village. It was just that he could hardly outrun his masters anymore; instead, he merely sat with Bogdan, in ways similar to an old companion.
“You feeling cold boy?” Bogdan reached down and petted Svarli, whom responded with quizzing look. It was a sign urging for return, for Svarli had, and still have a keen sense for danger. “Let's go back home, you deserve a good meal at the Solstice.”
Now
The tavern buzzed with joy of the festival, and Svarli was happily waggling his tail beside Bogdan's chair. In the distance, Chiduka was telling a fairy tale to whoever would listen. For a brief second, he thought about her and Vasily, whom he saw earlier with his daughter. It was common for men and women of his age to marry, if not already having children. In fact, many of Bogdan's childhood friends married at his age. His work in the village distanced him from finding romance, a task he simply never concerned himself with until last year. In his travel to the foot of the mountains, he had taken interest in a girl of the town. Unfortunately, her father was rumored to have connections to the Tsar's family, a village folk such as Bogdan would most likely be the last one on the girl's mind.
Sighing briefly, Bogdan withdrew himself from the scene. He would not end up heir-less like Chiduka, maybe, just maybe, he will court the girl on his next trading trip. For now, he moved himself near a table of chanting men. They were watching Adrian, once again demonstrating his immense capacity for holding liquor. Bogdan smiled at the group, despite not often interacting with Adrian, he was someone Bogdan liked, and to an extent, a friend. Just as he neared Adrian's table, a terrifying scream and an unnatural aura of darkness swept by the door.
“Everyone into the tavern!” Someone shouted above the crowd. All of a sudden, Viktor was harrowing children inside. David and Viktor was abruptly in front of Bogdan, and the entire tavern seemed to have exploded in chaos.
“Adrian, David, Viktor. What is happening?”
Sweet, looks like Adishi's gonna busy soon.
Same situation here as Kraft, will try to finish my post later today.
Same situation here as Kraft, will try to finish my post later today.
Lillian Thorne said
A couple of things need to be addressed here. The first of which, this is a tiny village with just a few families who have lived there for generations. I can be fine with your insistence that somewhere back in the day his family was foreign. But I think we have crossed wires somewhere about the economies of such villages and the role of such a merchant. Long merchant travels to distant cities and foreign lands are beyond the means of a small village merchant. Such trips are expensive to start with and there is no market for the goods he'd acquire that way in Adishi. Certainly there are people in the time who do this, but not in this tiny mountain village. For start there are few coins to be had in the village, most exchanges are done by barter and trade, this is why the tax collectors rarely bother making the trek up. The role that Stanislav filled was that several times a year he would take the surplus goods his neighbors had accrued down to the small town at the foot of the mountain and exchange them for luxury goods like sugar, candles, etc. His services were paid for with goods and more services and perhaps a cut of the take. He traded their stuff for the things they couldn't make easily up on the mountain. The mountain provides all that they need, what they get are simple luxuries, not things like silk and china and spices from far off lands, those things were dear and few in Adishi could afford them.
Understood, will make adjustments in a bit. I was busy in the last few days, sorry if I missed any details.
Edit: Adjustments done, major changes underlined.
Ok, here's my new sheet.
Name: Bogdan Matisky
Age: 23
Appearance:
Occupation: Merchant
History and background:
It was said that the Matisky's were not originally residents of Adishi. But rather, migrants from a land in the west. But for all the past that Bodgan, his parents and his grandparents could recount, they lived in this small village for the entirety of their lives. His father was a hunter and adventurer in the mountains, where his natural-born navigation skills carried him through harsh wind and ice. His mother, on the other hand, made craft-works from the hides and antlers brought back by his father. They also had a daughter in the household, however, she passed away early in her youth.
Unsurprisingly, father Matisky became the partner of Stanislav, the old merchant. Travelling the mountains was harsh, and not knowing proper routes could almost certainly spell doom for the travelers. In addition, Bodgan's father had a keen talent for reading expressions, an essential skill when bartering. Therefore, his father accompanied Stanislav on his trading trips. They ventured down the mountains twice each year, exchanging the villagers' surpluses for the larger town's items. They would haul back many unique goods they could get their hands on, and in most cases, these goods would be given to the villagers, in return for products of their daily work.
It was during one of these trips did an unfortunate tragedy befall upon the young Bogdan. His father and Stanislav were caught in an unusually strong storm when retuning. Though Stanislav survived his return, Bodgan's father was not as fortunate. When grim news finally reached Bodgan's home, grief overtook the mother and son. Bodgan remembered crying for nights, begging whatever gods or demons for his father's return. On the fourth night, he would be greeted with complete silence, for his mother also faltered from life.
The boy would be taken into Stanislav's household on the next day. And for many years after, he became a step-brother to the younger twins. Under Stanislav's care, he began to master the arts of trade. On his sixteenth birthday, he would undertake his first journey to the foot of mountain, where a larger town sat with a larger marketplace. Through that trip and many more after, the young man proved himself when dealing with goods and people, leading to his eventual inheritance of the shop.
During the last few years of managing the shop, Bodgan had both successes and failures. He inherited most of Stanislav's traveling supplies and his old husky hound, Svarli. As trading with the town below was a seasonal activity, Bodgan continued his father's hunts in other seasons, but normally falling short of the elder Matisky's kills. However, his biggest joy would come from the books he encountered during his travels. In particular, a collection of fantasy tales captivated his imaginations. It would not be uncommon to find the now adult Bodgan, somewhat solitary and reclusive, losing himself between ink and paper during the cold winter nights.
Name: Bogdan Matisky
Age: 23
Appearance:
Occupation: Merchant
History and background:
It was said that the Matisky's were not originally residents of Adishi. But rather, migrants from a land in the west. But for all the past that Bodgan, his parents and his grandparents could recount, they lived in this small village for the entirety of their lives. His father was a hunter and adventurer in the mountains, where his natural-born navigation skills carried him through harsh wind and ice. His mother, on the other hand, made craft-works from the hides and antlers brought back by his father. They also had a daughter in the household, however, she passed away early in her youth.
Unsurprisingly, father Matisky became the partner of Stanislav, the old merchant. Travelling the mountains was harsh, and not knowing proper routes could almost certainly spell doom for the travelers. In addition, Bodgan's father had a keen talent for reading expressions, an essential skill when bartering. Therefore, his father accompanied Stanislav on his trading trips. They ventured down the mountains twice each year, exchanging the villagers' surpluses for the larger town's items. They would haul back many unique goods they could get their hands on, and in most cases, these goods would be given to the villagers, in return for products of their daily work.
It was during one of these trips did an unfortunate tragedy befall upon the young Bogdan. His father and Stanislav were caught in an unusually strong storm when retuning. Though Stanislav survived his return, Bodgan's father was not as fortunate. When grim news finally reached Bodgan's home, grief overtook the mother and son. Bodgan remembered crying for nights, begging whatever gods or demons for his father's return. On the fourth night, he would be greeted with complete silence, for his mother also faltered from life.
The boy would be taken into Stanislav's household on the next day. And for many years after, he became a step-brother to the younger twins. Under Stanislav's care, he began to master the arts of trade. On his sixteenth birthday, he would undertake his first journey to the foot of mountain, where a larger town sat with a larger marketplace. Through that trip and many more after, the young man proved himself when dealing with goods and people, leading to his eventual inheritance of the shop.
During the last few years of managing the shop, Bodgan had both successes and failures. He inherited most of Stanislav's traveling supplies and his old husky hound, Svarli. As trading with the town below was a seasonal activity, Bodgan continued his father's hunts in other seasons, but normally falling short of the elder Matisky's kills. However, his biggest joy would come from the books he encountered during his travels. In particular, a collection of fantasy tales captivated his imaginations. It would not be uncommon to find the now adult Bodgan, somewhat solitary and reclusive, losing himself between ink and paper during the cold winter nights.
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