Almshouse of Saint Judith

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Woldzmir after dusk, 1844

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In the year of 1842, Moliana had been given the quest to construct an almshouse in the name of Saint Judith; the patron saint of House Tuvyic, and the patron saint of wayward women and nuns.  Having lived a wayward life for most of her years, Moliana had felt drawn to Judith's ideals and desired to have a dedicated space in the kremlin reserved for those who live a life similar to hers; to wander as the wind breathes.  Despite living freely, the road is tiring and remains unsafe - and inns have become a rare sight in Almaris.  The pleasantness of a night under the stars while traveling lasts only so long, for the winds can grow cold; rainclouds can roll in; brigands will spot your campfire; or creatures will lurk in the shadows.

 

To those that wander the roads and woodlands of the north, you are welcomed to stay in the bunks of the almshouse in your journeys.  Though that is not the sole purpose for this construction; it is meant as an aid for any who struggles with the obstacles of life - especially women, though men are welcomed too.  The Baroness is willing to take on anyone and welcome them into her kremlin, where they can be helped back onto their feet through the offering of work in the castle - or they may be shielded from any threats or dangers with Woldzmir's walls.

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Her Ladyship, Anna "Moliana" Elizaveta Tuvyic, Baroness of Woldzmir

 

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[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

The Duchess of Adria beamed with pride at her daughter's latest project within her domain of Woldzmir, adding it to her list of things to see and pay visit to upon her formal visit.

[Xarkly 17299]

"I'd give an alm and a leg to visit there!" Konstantin Wick said to his wife, wheezing at his own hilarity.

[Zarsies 6795]

A particular mud-slathered vagabond wipes a tear from his crusty eye and embarks to find this house of kindness.

[valecu 2128]

Father Philip widely smiles at the news.