An Ode to Kaedrin

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An Ode To Kaedrin

The Thoughts and Musings of a Priest

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nestled away in a pocket of the giant towering mountains lies a small dominion known as Kaedrin. Gentle breezes blow through the vale, grazing the bountiful fields of wheat that provide many men and women in the empire their bread, crossing over gentle streams that drop to lower levels in waterfalls, and over the bustling town of St Owynsburg.

 

A town of moderate size with modest paving and buildings, one seeking a quiet recluse would find it to be as if the Seven Skies had found its way down to earth bringing activities and opportunities that would interest even the most dulcet man. Traveling through the cobbled streets, one would eventually find the House of Commons where every citizen of Kaedrin can have their voice heard.

 

As a young priest who hails from a small village near Helena, I never expected an agrarian village such as St Owynsburg to be as special to my heart as my own. I have always been accustomed to rural life. I, myself, was born to modest farmers who worked the land, toiling until the crops were harvested and selling their bounty so that they may provide for my family until next winter. 

 

The town of St Owynsburg has since proven to me that not all people who live the agrarian lifestyle will live the life that I experienced as a child. In fact, in Kaedrin, the people are not merely surviving, they are thriving. The hard working Kaedreni harvest their wheat in surplus each year, allowing for time to focus on their own pursuits, improving the community vastly.

 

As we all know from the history books, the land where Kaedren lay used to be the site of the Golden City of Ves. After the city was demolished, the Kaedreni began rebuilding, erecting buildings and a new and improved infrastructure to the town in a small period of a few years. Not only were the buildings completed, but the craftsmanship placed into them is immaculate. Never have I seen such perseverance and creativity displayed in such a group of people.

 

These attitudes not only apply to architecture, but to other pursuits such as law and order. Within the town lies a building known as the House of Commons, where all citizens gather once a saint’s week to discuss matters of the utmost importance. This is where the mayor and all of the officials are decided. Each official that I have met displays the grit and optimism that I would like to think is perfect for running a thriving town.

 

The thriving of the town cannot be seen more than in the tavern, The Resting Ram. Men, women, and children gather to converse about new topics of interest and plan the next big event. Within the tavern, many an interesting person have gathered to provide interesting bits of information about the world at large. The tavern truly is a vital organ in this beautiful town.

 

A walk away from the tavern lies the noble and grand Varoche Palace, a remnant of the old city that once stood where St Owynsburg is. Many important figures from history have stepped inside that building, and undoubtedly, many more will in the future. The sheer size of it is to bring awe to any who have not truly viewed a palace before. I, myself, was shocked by the size of it when I first arrived at the town. Now, it has become a sign of humbleness, reminding me of what man can do if we are to work together.

 

Now, in regards to religious values, I find that there is no town quite as devout as St Owynsburg. In the very back of the vale lies the construction site of the Monastery of St Thomas. Many monks will soon reside there, furthering the work of GOD. In some ways, I find that the strong beliefs have changed many visitors. Just recently, I found myself baptizing a goblin who was in tears as I performed the holy ritual.

 

Truly, I have found myself a beautiful town filled with hard working individuals with strong hands and even stronger minds. I can only urge you to come stop by for a visit so that you may experience what both I and many others have. 

 

 

These Writings Were Written By,

Father Erasmus, Prelate of Ves

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“What a wonderful ode..” Laurence would mutter, looking at the older copy by Krisztián Károly “Someone is walking into his footsteps at long last.”