Pravets

[Knox213 10]

A murder of crows flies overhead as a mixture of folk from all over Athera mull about the bustling town of Pravets, rain patters down making small puddles in the dirt road; the moonlight reflecting within. Crows fly under the cover of darkness, swooping and gliding about the various streams of smoke billowing from the fireplace’s of the good people. They quickly land upon the various homes of the denizens, observing the merriment emanating from the heart of the town. A joyful tune flows through the streets, giving a certain cheer to the normally lonely night. Within the tavern, men and women dance and drink to the rhythm produced by a motley crew of minstrels. A youth stands at the bar, tapping his toe to the beat and serving drinks to the thirsty dancers. The music and merriment carries down the main road into Izborsk Castle, the seat of Roy Carrion.

 

Traders, Craftsmen, and other citizens form a line at the foot of his throne, the young Lord taking each concern and request with sincerity and care. An elderly farmer approaches, his skin bronzed after years working in the fields, his form withered yet still moving with pride, he kneels before Roy and splays out his fears. The former prince of Oren and grand leader of Pravets smiles as he takes the poor farmer by the hand and assures him of his worries and strife. With a blessing to the Creator, the farmer thanks the young Lord and leaves to spread the word of the ideals and beliefs of Pravets. Roy rises from his seat, speaking with a tone of absolute authority and confidence, reassuring those before him of their mutual concerns. A rumble of thought at these words. After a moment, the crowd quiets and praises Roy as a great and wise leader.

 

A young courier splashes through the puddles created by a light rainfall, his satchel full to bursting with small flyers and leaflets, as he jogs through the rain clutching his shoulder straps a piece of paper comes loose and twists in the wind and rain landing on the road to Petrus. You pick it up, small water droplets slide off the paper, it reads:

 

The Town of Pravets

 

Just follow road on left before reach Petrus!

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*A small map of a road layout is then drawn underneath.*

 

Houses from 250 mina! Free Caravans for poor-folk!

Come live in independent town of Pravets!

A town for all races!

Many opportunity for farmer, logger and any small business owner!

Speak to Stonislav Bongdan, Allen Steelwall, Pavel or Roy Carrion!

 

*The rest of the paper seems to be caked in mud*

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[Dreek 1633]

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