The Monthly Diary Of Pravets

[SodaiKamikaze 652]

"Early Start in Snow’s Maiden"

As the snow slowly trickles to a stop in the sleepy town of Pravets, the roosters crow as the sun rises, stirring all and many a man from their simple homes. Beginning their days with a breakfast of bread, oatmeal, and for the exceptionally lucky, a slice of steak, the Raevir men flex their bronzen arms and don the clothing of their trade, the early chill of Snow’s Maiden greeting them.

Young Avgust Steelwall, the local blacksmith of the delightful settlement, slips into his work boots and places on himself a smock as red as the Carrion’s flags, washing out the grime of yesterday’s tasks from his face with a pail of water. His stomach grumbles again, taking a light snack break before he sets out repairing the tools of the craftsmen in the area. From the sound of his hammering against the anvil, the steady beat of daily life continues on to it's rhythm, the clouds themselves seeming to move to the well timed thumping of the young man's hammer. Sparks rise into the air with every impact and fall to the earthen floors like bright orange snowflakes, before quickly losing their heat and disappearing as the day continues on.

 

Hemp Merchant, Stoneislav Bongdan, awakens at a much later time than the other denizens of Pravets, in the middle of the afternoon as the sun shines directly into his small carriage and rouses the red-eyed man from his deep sleep. He groans, and shifts out of his messy bed, the smell of burnt green constantly surrounding Stoneislav as he lazily grooms himself for the day. “I make sell of rope!” He says, when asked by visitors what he does all day, laughing to himself like a man with no sense. Though, day in and day out, not a single soul has seen Mr. Stoneislav Bongdan use the hemp to make rope. Construction worker aswell, Stoneislav skillfully lays out the buildings of the town, working on the keep in his free time while baked like a caramel cookie, his cheerful laughter helping the laborious task pass by quickly.

 

Roy Carrion, master of the town of Pravets, begins his day overlooking the construction of the homes and the keep after enjoying a simple meal of oats, honey, and milk, studying the various layouts and charts prepared by the workers about. Amiably enough, he assists those laying the bricks and stone in their work, delegating out the tasks to the people who want to help. From gathering wood, to digging out a moat, Roy attempts to give a helping hand until the sun sets in the west, ending the normal workday. With a sigh, he strolls to the tavern, assisted by the people of the town where they all sit down for a drink, chuckling and poking fun at one another as a way to release the weariness of building. Roy listens in and out of the conversations going on around him, his mind racing of how to bring more people to his humble town, and how to get them to stick around. Without another word, he stands up and sets his mug down, casting a final smile to the men and women around him as he goes back to his sleeping quarters, pouring over the sketches until late at night, falling asleep at his desk.

[Lark 2227]

((Dat pic for Avgust is so accurate lol))

[BegginLena 135]

Stonislav dances around the fire singing good Ruskan parables.

[Alakabam 582]

Fredrick laughs loudly after staring at the poster for some time. "Lel didn't read."

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.