The Town Of Kralta

[BegginLena 135]

(This thread acts as an information portal for Kralta, here people can see updated laws and information about the town)

 

The Town of Kralta

 

 

 

A blanket of gloominess drapes over Kralta, choking it of its surrounding green splendor. Raevir thugs line the damp alleyways rolling dice, whilst honest Crowkin go about their business in the market, homes, or tavern. Shouts from taverns erupt in “Remove Green!, Crow over Cross!, or “Down with Mace-Catchers!” It is not uncommon to see a corpse, or an unconscious body littering the filthy streets of the village, either with a rusty knife or a bottle of Carrion Black™ clutched in their grimy hands, it matters not, for the villagers will mostly step over the body, and continue on their way. The taverns are often filled to the brim of Raevirs and Strelesy well into their cups, often toasting the Creator, Godanistan in Raev tongue, or calling for the downfall of any rascals who dare summon the ire of the crow-kings.

The Krelmstad castle stands watch over Kralta like a beacon, it’s round spires and behemoth structure stands intimidatingly over the border of Old-Adunia, daring any Mel-Gibsonite, Green Mold, or corrupted spookman to challenge the Raevir citadel.

The peasantry of Kralta, or strelts in Raevir tongue, all owe due loyalty and service to their Lord, Mikhael Carrion. Lord Carrion does not hold bannermen, he sees that bedecking men in uniforms does not make a man a soldier.

Instead, the bulk of the Crowlord’s host is made up of these “strelt levies”, vast mobs of gritty Raevir peasants, hardened by work in the fields and back alleys and tempered in the blood of past battles. While a lord’s bannermen fly their colors proudly and march on as green as those before them, the streltsy of Raev are always grim and dour, knowing that their next bout may be their last.

The strelesy are more than the town’s defenders and stalwart protectors, however; they keep its larders filled with fresh wheat and sweetcarrots, till the fields, mine the rocks of their estate, and keep the cogs of Kralta churning. They follow the Godanistani tried and true method of the harvest cycle, choosing to spend elven days performing each step of crop growth. Charters are even given to those of loyal stock to manage their own estates and aid in the growth of Ruska and Oren.

While low birth in the Orenian soil is often considered a curse, the strelts and strela of Kralta all bond together to work beyond their birth and rise through their hierarchy, taking civil roles in their towns, estates, and settlements. They act as the lifeblood to Ruska, both its sword and sickle, its military and economic driving force.

Law

 

Each person living in Kralta will place two (2) stacks of wheat in their taxation chest every elven week.

(The tax will be collected on Saturday)

 

Killing, robbing and theft amongst Strelt's is not acceptable and is punishable. Strelt's should look after one another.

 

If a Heartlander enters Kralta all Strelts should be prepared to make Strelt mob.

 

Cactus green is legal in Kralta for all to smoke.

 

It is punishable to avoid attending mass in Kralta.

 

Sets of armor can be purchased from the Krelm for 200 minas, Strelts only.

 

Information

 

Information about the Raevir culture can be found here,

 

http://goo.gl/eSvYfZ

 

(This document shows how to speak Raevir and has links to the Carrion throne room thread)

[Cjmate 1270]

Zlatomir frowns at the whatever it is.

 

"Zlatomir is wondering how Grayman-rascal, son of damen, learned how to make word-magic. Much envy. Zlatomir wishes he could write."

[Haribo 385]

breveslav the stronk says yes

[Komodo 140]

Vassily, son of Leonid, of Crowsfield, survivor of the Battle of the Dreadfort, streggin-hunter, strelt of Siegmund, and disciple of Bogdan Prophet of Godanistan, sits on the square enjoying a flask of Carrion Black™ and Kraltan chicken.

 

Hearing from his borsa-coz Krawfyod of the recent declarations of Kraltan Law and custom, Vassily makes a loud exclamation.

 

"VAH! What is custom? I must see with my own eyes! How can kebab make law and custom?"

 

The cynical typical strelt trudges over to the cathedral of Kralta, listening to the Krelm-strelt making proclamations to those unable to read scratchy Heartlander words. Another loud exclamation is made. 

 

"Chok-rascal! I am angry!"

 

Turning to his fellow Raevirs, Vassily stands on the steps of the cathedral, expressing his oratory.

 

"Brat'ya! I make question, 'what is this'? What are stranniks? What are cossacksky? Stadtholder? Sounds like Sariant-rascal that killed my brother! Most of all, is naming 'GOOD'. What is 'GOOD'. I am hearing it everywhere, in crick, crook, and cran. It sounds like 'GREEN'! Hear teaching of Vladislav, son of Bogdanistan, Gift of Godan! Remove 'GREEN', 'REMOVE GOOD'!"

 

The strelt seizes a flier from the Krelm-strelt and storms down the steps. Calling out for coal, he is answered with five lumps. Taking the largest in hand, Vassily scratches some crude symbol, resembling a 'G', and a proceeds to draw a definite 'X' through it. He walks slowly to one of the many cesspits in Kralta, sticking the parchment in the sticky goo and then smears it over an obelisk in front of the cathedral, allowing the symbol to be seen by all. Vassily walks off towards the country in a huff. Although one may remove the flier, muttered speech can be heard from the traditionalist Raevirs across Kralta, speaking of Vassily's outburst over the seemingly minute contention over the words used by feudal officials.

 

"Tradition is important, great matter," they say. "Old Way must be preserve, for sake of Saint Siegmund and Mother Raev,"  

[ARCHITECUS 4788]

Gregory/Jorji Fisher/Fyzher pulls a lame mule besides himself as the Krelmstad comes into view. He wonders why he did not appear in the cathedral when Bogdan granted him descension from the Fourth Sky. "Good-"s are carried on the wind, as well as the smell of kebab cooking, and Jorji realizes why...

[ToenailTickler 290]

Mornslav, son of Morislav, shouts in joy

[ARCHITECUS 4788]

A roughly-scribed letter sits on the hallski table.

 

"It is me, Jorji, once another man, but still the same. I have returned from great duties across the seven skies, most prominently as a guardian of Saint Bogdanistan. And now I return to this land. I have received a very slap to face as I enter my home town of Kralta. My large homestead, an investment of thousands of minas, given to some rascal strelesy. The face has been altered, and my many possessions of work and war stripped away, no doubt sold by old acquaintance Steelwall. I, Jorji, loyal and honorable servant of Siegmund Carrion, Saint Bogdanistan, and to whatever young upstart makes planting of arse in throne, veteran of every war involving Carrion, in addition to levy service to the Flays, savior of Lorin Blackmont, aggressor and decapitator of Matron Teutonica, am absolutely appalled! I request an audience as soon as can possible being. Thank you."

 

The letter is signed with a fish next to the name Gregory Fisher and a blade next to Jorji Fyzher.

[Komodo 140]

Vassily, son of Leonid, finds Jorji by the scent of his lame mule. He embraces his borsa bratan. 

 

"Is good to see Jorji make homecoming! At least, to what is left of home..."

 

Vassily leads Jorji towards Augustine, offering him a place to stay in his hovel until he can recieve audience with the "Statholder" of Krelmstad. Vassily explains to Jorji that Orlik now rules Kralta, making all new laws and customs as is his want. Many other Raevish streltsy are now gone, faded memories.

[Lastdash 14]

Takes a hit of his cactus green, "Good Kralta be'h best town in't all 'eh Kralta - No wait Oren- Da, best Kralta in Oren..." proceeds to take another hit.

[Haribo 385]

breveslav goes through mail in the hallski, setting fire to much paper

only Jorji's letter stops out of curiosity for badly written paper. breveslav picks up the letter and hands it to the literate strelt named bajko who then reads it to him

he sighs and walks over to augustine with bajko

[ToenailTickler 290]

Mornslav went away, but Breveslav's very own son Ragslav cheers for kralta.

[Bloodnight 170]

*Eudihr slowly walks around Kralta, asking people about their lord and savior Setherien

[Komodo 140]

*Eudihr is killed by strelt mobin

[ARCHITECUS 4788]

A new painting is presented somewhere in the Krelmstad, showing the heroic Gregory Fisher slaying a Matron Teutonica while Motherflay Lorin watches.

 

[Haribo 385]

breveslav puts the painting in his private chambers.