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Eno - Polemik - part 1

In the beginning there was family. The father shining harsh light, burning away all that is not right. Giving life and taking it. The Mother reflecting what is cast upon her. Cold and unforgiving. Beatiful and mesmerizing. Eno harboring life on its surface. A place where the strong prey upon the weak and the weak covet. Others too distant to be seen and yet their precence is known. In the midst of all are the children born from the mother and made pure by the father. Remaking themselves in constant creation.

And it came to be that children fell upon Eno and great cataclysm came. Above surface burnt to ashes. Seas boiled to steam just to rain once more down to the cinders of Eno. The cycle was halted and half of Eno was scorhed by the father when the other half was frozen in awe of the morher. And inbetween them a never ending tempest.

the children rose from the sea. They chose children of their own from the few that survived and from those that did not. And they rose to the great mountain of day and night and from there they gaze upon their children and the world.

excerpts from "The ramblings of a madman."

In the village of Polemik all is quiet and peacefull. The most prominent (and the only) businesman of the village, Hans Lyypek is strolling down the quiet street as birds chitter on trees.

He looks up and sees that the village healer and a crazy person, Martha Maadolin is in the tree conversing with the said birds. He looks at the sight with a pitifull disdain and continues his journey to the village center.

The center is no more than a few houses build in circular formation surrounding the well of the village. Few stands house the market circle. There are stands for veggies and fruit, honey and wool and other produce of agricultural nature. There are also stands trading game and gathered food stuffs like berries and shrooms. The village is a fairly prosperous one and Hans Lyypek thinks he is mostly to thank for that.

The fishmongers stand stands unpopulated for there has not been any fish on the nearby river for a quite some time. The fact that Hans has set up nets upriver before the village to catch the fish and trade them for stone at once hostile village of kraak has got absolutely nothing to do with it. And if it would have something to do with it then so be it! The raids from kraak that used to plague the village of Polemik had ceased and the stone the village gets from the trade would one day be used to make something great!

Hans is headed for biggest house (biggest with a small margin as pretty much all the houses are quite small) of the market circle. The house houses a tavern and the village hall and is located between the buildings which will one day
be a bank and a church. Hans walks in the main (and only) hall of the building and sees that the man who is both the Mayor and a tavernkeeper is behind the counter serving his fellows beer and counsel. Hans heads to the counter to seek neither.

"Hello Mayor" says Hans.
"Well hello there Hans" replies the Mayor.
"I saw Mary up a tree on the way here" Informs Hans.
"Yes, but did you see what she was doing in the tree?" asks the Mayor.
"Talking to the birds." Hans replies.
"And I asked her to go to the squirrels for the nuts!" wailes the Mayor amused.

Hans is less amused

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Hans shifts his weight. The Mayor gestures to a stool. Hans sits as he rewords his statement.

"I have a proposition for you and the village itself. But I fear it is rather uncomforting."

The Mayor cleans a glass. His brow furrowed. “Everything was excellent in the area. Must Hans waltz in with gloom and doom?” He grabs another glass nearly dropping it. "I am listening Hans. Let me guess a place of worship so we can keep up morale or-." He gives a pause and leans on the bar studying him. "A bank that can help us financially."

Hans taps on the wooden bar. "Not quite. I fear it has grown too quiet."
The mayor cocks his head. "You fear peace?" Hans scoffed. "I fear hardship. I think we are growing soft! It's like a bloody children's tale out there. What if our neighbors decide we should share our wealth and fortune. Half these imbeciles might lead them down the street. We need a sense of purpose."

The Mayor signed. "Are you wanting a war? Do you want me to go out there and forge hammers and rakes of war? Teach men to fight and send boys to die?" Hans grimaced. And pointed to the keg. The mayor relented and poured him one. Hans spoke. His voice echoing into the mug.

"This city needs walls."

The mayor stammered as his patron chugged. "Made of what? Grass and sticks?"
Hans smiled. A sight that made the mayors spine shiver.
"I have stone. Enough for forty towns."

Mayors face turned from surprised to one of sudden realization. “Of course, you have.” thought the mayor. After about a half of mugs of contemplation the mayor starts: “Of course the village would be most grateful for your contribution but…” only to be interrupted by Hans: “I hope that gratitude comes with at least some compensation.” he says.

“Yes, yes of course but we will have to settle on that matter when the construction is underway. Maybe an IOU on behalf of village or new lodgings or maybe you already have something in mind?... In any case before we get to that there are still some issues to be resolved.” Says the mayor Hastily.

“Most importantly where do we get the able-bodied people to build the thing? We are but 50 people, half of which are too old or too young to carry out such work. And the second half have jobs of their own. I fear this is going to put tax our harvest if we don`t get outside help.” The Mayor worries. Quite unnecessarily thought Hans.

“And what about skilled laborers. We are going to need masons which have experience on these things. We could ask kraak but would they help and what would they ask in return…” for a while the mayor looks Hans as if sizing him up for the task before continuing “…or we could ask fief for assistance, after all they were the ones who build this town-to-become-a-village in the first place.”

The mayor joins Hans and pours himself a mug of his own. After refilling Hans The Mayor says: “I tell you what Hans. You have experience in dealing with kraak and I am sure you would handle yourself exceptionally in the town (where the manor of the fief resides.) You should represent this fine village and it`s people so You should be the one deciding what the appropriate course of action should be” The Mayor suggests with surprisingly drunken tone in his voice considering he has had but a few sips of his cider.

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