Series
4. Rats Will Reign
Jarl Isenhart looked with fury upon the group of youths gathered in his hall. In front of them was his cousin’s son, Athelgar. By the jarl’s side stood Athelstan, Eumund, an older man with similar features as Athelgar, and lastly a tall man with strong arms and cold eyes. Unlike the others, he was dressed in common garbs with leather above his tunic as armour.
By morrissey pepin3 years ago in Fiction
3. Young Man's Folly
As the days passed, the feast of summer solstice drew near. The city became packed with travellers, and every room was occupied. There was a constant stream of pilgrims entering the Temple and the Hall of Holies, and the priests received countless gifts and offerings. The many peasants from the countryside mostly gave food or cloth, which they grew or produced on their own plots of land. City-dwellers typically gave coin as they could spare it or items made by their craft. A cobbler could leave a pair of shoes, a potter might glaze his best work and place it on the altar, while a weaver would bring a tunic as an offering. The priests took what they needed to feed and clothe their own members, and they spent the coins on buying what else they required. The rest, primarily the food and items of clothing, they distributed among the poor. This was mostly done by the beggar priests in Lowtown, named this way either because they tended to the needs of beggars or because they often were beggars themselves, asking for alms they might give to their flock.
By morrissey pepin3 years ago in Fiction
2. When Eagles Sleep
Godfrey walked through the city to Lowtown in the evening glow. He followed the Arnsweg through the Temple square, down the hill, and across the bridge to the slums. Leaving the wide main road, he entered the winding alleys. Lowtown was trapped between the river and the southern city walls, which meant that houses had been erected wherever possible. The whole district was a maze, which the city guard might patrol but never control. It was easy for outsiders to get lost in the crooked turns and streets of Lowtown, never to be seen again.
By morrissey pepin3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 001
Trying to manipulate late anthropocene era orbital technology with paws. Did you laugh? I did. Of course I did. My options are to laugh, or to wail, and the second one takes up more energy than I have on offer right now. I would have to take *several* naps. And while the naps where you just flop in the sunlight coming through the windows are *way* better out here, they don’t have the same relaxation quality.
By perla estrada3 years ago in Fiction
1. Journey's End
All roads eventually led to Middanhal. Silk, spices, ivory, cotton, and precious gems first reached the city-state of Alcázar before travelling by ship north through perilous seas to arrive at the shores of Adalmearc. For some the journey ended here, selling their goods for others to transport further on and in turn buying wool, linen, timber, and dye to bring back. Others moved from seagoing ships to river transports and continued further inland, forming a convoy of various travellers banding together for comfort and safety. It took weeks sailing on the rivers upstream, and often the ships were pulled by spans of oxen walking on the riverbanks.
By morrissey pepin3 years ago in Fiction
