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10-24-2019, 11:35 PM
Finn's Village
Early Elva 4102 SY
Eastern Sidgard was far from uninhabited. Between the great mountains that shielded civilization from the Wildlands to the east and the Hillands that covered the heart of Sidgard were the Great Plains and its sprawling rivers. A large portion of the High Kingdom's population lived along these rivers. The Pristine Fountain was on the outskirts of this region, though nonetheless within the network of castles and forts that served as Sidgard's eastern bulwark. Greycastle was one such settlement. The route between it and the Fountain was consequently dotted with minor villages, the occasional castle, and a handful of military relay stations.
Finnsa Village was about a third of the way to Greycastle. It was an insignificant village surrounded by farmlands that supported Barthr's Fort and the relay stations in Landsman Elvar's land. As it was in a different March, Landsman Elvar had an almost nonexistent relationship with Lady Ethelgifr and her family.
It was evening when Ethelgifr's carriage and escorts arrived at the village. It was surrounded by a simple palisade and the gate guarded only by a pair of spear-armed men. Well behind the border, the village depended on the nearby military forces to keep bandits at bay.
"Welcome to our village," said one of the men. "How's the travels?"
"Well," Sir Arn answered, dismounting his horse and approaching the guardsmen. "We wish to take shelter for the night at your village. Do you have rooms for ten?"
"Oh yes," the guard answered, eyeing the travelers. He didn't recognize their crest, but it was clear they weren't bandits. "We may be a small place, but we're still along the relay. Ten is no trouble. We have a couple inns."
Arn nodded. Lady Ethelgifr disliked taking the main routes and had identified a safe route along the alternatives roads. Her path was lightly traveled but militarized enough to minimize the threat of bandits. Besides the farms and the forest to its north, Finn's village was very dull. Perhaps that was why Ethelgifr chose it over the road that went through the Landsman's town.
As the carriage started moving into the gate, Ethelgifr sighed inside the carriage. "We're finally here," she told Elke. "It's been such a long day of sitting." It'd been a little over a week since they'd left the Fountain. They'd been traveling nearly all day every day, chatting or studying. By evening, they'd arrived at a settlement and enjoy a social evening, before retiring to a bed.
"I'm getting tired of this constant traveling," Ethelgifr continued. "Tomorrow afternoon we should arrive at the lake resort I told you about. We should spend a night there. Tonight, I believe I'll enjoy a few drinks at the tavern. Will you join me?"
Early Elva 4102 SY
Eastern Sidgard was far from uninhabited. Between the great mountains that shielded civilization from the Wildlands to the east and the Hillands that covered the heart of Sidgard were the Great Plains and its sprawling rivers. A large portion of the High Kingdom's population lived along these rivers. The Pristine Fountain was on the outskirts of this region, though nonetheless within the network of castles and forts that served as Sidgard's eastern bulwark. Greycastle was one such settlement. The route between it and the Fountain was consequently dotted with minor villages, the occasional castle, and a handful of military relay stations.
Finnsa Village was about a third of the way to Greycastle. It was an insignificant village surrounded by farmlands that supported Barthr's Fort and the relay stations in Landsman Elvar's land. As it was in a different March, Landsman Elvar had an almost nonexistent relationship with Lady Ethelgifr and her family.
It was evening when Ethelgifr's carriage and escorts arrived at the village. It was surrounded by a simple palisade and the gate guarded only by a pair of spear-armed men. Well behind the border, the village depended on the nearby military forces to keep bandits at bay.
"Welcome to our village," said one of the men. "How's the travels?"
"Well," Sir Arn answered, dismounting his horse and approaching the guardsmen. "We wish to take shelter for the night at your village. Do you have rooms for ten?"
"Oh yes," the guard answered, eyeing the travelers. He didn't recognize their crest, but it was clear they weren't bandits. "We may be a small place, but we're still along the relay. Ten is no trouble. We have a couple inns."
Arn nodded. Lady Ethelgifr disliked taking the main routes and had identified a safe route along the alternatives roads. Her path was lightly traveled but militarized enough to minimize the threat of bandits. Besides the farms and the forest to its north, Finn's village was very dull. Perhaps that was why Ethelgifr chose it over the road that went through the Landsman's town.
As the carriage started moving into the gate, Ethelgifr sighed inside the carriage. "We're finally here," she told Elke. "It's been such a long day of sitting." It'd been a little over a week since they'd left the Fountain. They'd been traveling nearly all day every day, chatting or studying. By evening, they'd arrived at a settlement and enjoy a social evening, before retiring to a bed.
"I'm getting tired of this constant traveling," Ethelgifr continued. "Tomorrow afternoon we should arrive at the lake resort I told you about. We should spend a night there. Tonight, I believe I'll enjoy a few drinks at the tavern. Will you join me?"
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