A Haven and Hearth Odyssey

[ZEON-4-EVA]

Hearthian Odyssey
(Based on true events played out on Haven and Hearth)

Entry #1
Decision
I have never been one for staying in one place for too long and now I have discovered yet another reason to wonder. I have heard many tales of great battles and settlements to the north and even more mysterious peoples to the south. Thus, I have provided myself with a interesting and potentially dangerous task: to document and study the many peoples of this vast and great world we inahbit. My name is Karl of Dolgapol, my fellow settlers call me Karl the Chronicler, and this is the writings of the my travels.

Entry #2
Home

My home is one that lies far south of the great fabled settlements of Constatinople, AD and Brodgar. It is small but noble settlement, filled with industrious and honest workers. My home is the settlement of Dolgapol. Named after the great river that runs parallel to the settlement Dolga. Indeed the Dolga is a great source of food and industry for my home. Legend tells that Dolgapol was founded by two men, Itmic the Elder and Footenote the Notorious. The legend continues to tell that the two men were met by an ill-omen on their great journey in founding Dolgapol.

Original texts on the subject illustrate the encounter as the following:

Upon one of their foraging travels, Ithmic was visited by a horrible encounter. A man clothed in bearskin and wielding a bow had appeared to him from across the river afloat in a great wooden vessel. Ithmic was struck with instant fear and awe. He feared for his life for he believed that this man would surely kill him. However, this mysterious bowman did no such thing, he instead exchanged few words.

The Bowman spoke to Ithmic, “Fear me, Ithmic the Elder of the Southern Dolga. Fear me.” Ithmic did not respond nor did he argue with the Bowman, for he was indeed afraid. The Bowman continued his verbal exchange, “Fear this land too, for it is one of many sorrows and grievances to come. This land will be soon awash with the bones and blood of other fools who come to settle here.” Then this spectre vanished into the horizons of the Dolga. Ithmic did not know what to believe, who was this man?, was he indeed even human? and what of these future sorrows ‘awash with the bones and blood of other fools’? Ithmic only responded by telling Footnote of the man and his warning. From this incident comes the tales that our lands have come to know as the Legend of SeaJudge.

Ithmic and Footnote, with the ill omen still fresh in their minds, returned to the land the had ventured form in order to store what little they had foraged. As they returned Ithmic soon say an scene eerily similiar to what the SeaRitter had foretold. Littered across the lands of the Southern Dolga were the corpses of two men; their blood still warm from the wounds they had flowed from. Ithmic spoke to Footnote, “We have indeed found land that is cursed as a soil of sorrow.” That day Ithmic and Footnote collected their belongings and left the land, moving deeper south along the Dolga. To this day the land where the two corpses were discovered is known as Soil of Sorrow.

However, amongst all the ill omens and dangerous trials, Ithmic and Footnote did finally found the lands they had been searching for. A fertile land surrounded on all sides to the south by forests and giant bolders. Ithmic gazed across the horizons of this land and spoke to Footnote, “We have arrived dear Footnote we have surely found Dolgapol.” There is much myth around the name Dolgapol. Some say the name was an instant inspiration derived from his viewing of the southern lands and the great lake even further. Others believe that Dolgapol was Ithmic’s own tribute to the SeaRitter. Either maybe true, but what is absolute is that the Dolga is a source of our own current existence so the name Dolgapol is appropriate whatever its history.

Whether this legend is actually fact I do not know for Ithmic died before I came to live and prosper in the settlement of Dolgapol. Dolgapol is now in the hands of Ithmics brother Imhod. even Footnote and the brave boar hunter Kais all died before my arrival. Indeed there are many legends waiting to be documented even in small Dolgapol. But the world beyond is far more mysterious and alluring. What peoples and settlements rest beyond the river Dolga?

Entry #3
Northern Warnings

I have spent much of my day today podnering in which direction should I travel in my proposed expidition into the lands of this world and in my discussions with my fellow Dolgapolians I have discovered distressing news. The lands to the far North of Dalgapol are boiling and shaking with incidents of distruction and sluaghter.

My friends inform me that to the far north a new faction has emerged which has on several occasions luanched devastating raids upon their AD neighbors. They call themselves the White Death Army. It has been mentioned that they had formed in the express goal to destroy what they call the "AD menace". Though I have never met a member from the AD faction I have indeed heard countless tales of their supposed "barbaric and indiscriminate sluaghters". What has been revealed already about this White Death Army is that it has already sacked an AD location by the name of Fort Escape. I have yet to build a opinion of the incidents of the North, I have come to the decision that one direction I will not be travelling in the immediate time is North. Although I do wish to travel to the far North and meet these "barbaric" AD and their new foe the White Army. The current situation provides a enviornment not for discovery and documentation but instant death. Indeed when it comes to a constructing an opinion of the North I yeild my criticisms to a much more brilliant description that a stranger shared with me. "In the North two things are for certain. The AD and death"

[cgbnab]

Damn man is everyone from Dolgepol a writer?

[parapheen]

Heck, my high marksmanship prevents me from reading long stories...
But sounds pretty curious, this is a thing i'm interested in indeed.

[Garlicman]

Go south, our village will gladly have a scribe such as yourself as a guest.

[Kaios]

Damn man is everyone from Dolgepol a writer?

I enjoy these threads actually. It's better than the now extremely common "I died bawwwww" threads, or the huge amount of threads that now go off-topic on the first page and turn in to some heated discussion about some bullshit.

It's nice to know there are some new players who can enjoy the game this way.

[Botch]

Damn man is everyone from Dolgepol a writer?

Actually, there are about 6 or 7 of us depending on who you count, and of that number 3 are English majors and 3 are History majors at our prestigious Canadian university. (1 is Philosophy but we don't talk about HIM.) I didn't really want to post any out of character information in my own thread so I felt that I could hi-jack Karl's for this. Hi Karl! I was actually planning on writing a diary entry for Anastasia about how I discovered that Karl was also recording the history of our settlement, but I was sidetracked by how upset I was that someone who didn't seem to know that being in combat blocks you from hearthing nearly killed me because I wasn't advanced enough to have made armor. Kail tracked him down and fixed the situation, but it was still quite vexing.

There was going to be a part about how you spelled Dolgapol and how Anastasia and Karl had a late night 'study' session... It will be glorious when i get around to it. Either way, you can see the fuller history of our awesome village at: http://handhvillage.wordpress.com/2011/ ... h-history/

[cgbnab]

Damn man is everyone from Dolgepol a writer?

I enjoy these threads actually. It's better than the now extremely common "I died bawwwww" threads, or the huge amount of threads that now go off-topic on the first page and turn in to some heated discussion about some bullshit.

It's nice to know there are some new players who can enjoy the game this way.

Never said it was bad, it's just I've seen three examples of HnH in writing lately that I distinctly remember, and two of them are from the same place.

[ZEON-4-EVA]

Entry #4
Neighbors

Today I began my first stage of explorations by travelling around the lands to the immediate North and West of Dolgapol. From the information collected by one of my fellow Dolgapolians I have learned there are three points of interest, interest by the means of well-known settlements.

To the immediate North and by far the closest settlement is the lonely long cabin of Lethan, a man whom the poeple of Dolgapol have affectionately named Lethan the Hermit. Indeed this Lethan lives by himself in a single cabin sorrounded by a crude construction of wooden fences. I have heard from my friends that thsi solitary hermit is an honorable fellow and is respected by both Dolgapolians and, the other major settlement on our side of the Dolga, the settlement larger than Dolgapol north of the Hermit's cabin. In the morning I ventured north to meet this Hermit but with no success. For a Hermit, Lethan spends it seems a great deal of time wandering the forrests and lands nearby.

Having gained nothing from this venture I decided to borrow one of the boats placed around the shores of the Dolga and decided that I shall take on a river survey of the settlements found around the Dolga. Not a few minutes in did I encounter the largest settlement and Dolgapols closest river neighbor- The great Village of Narnia. Indeed I have been informed of its existence but, never did I venture to see it with my own eyes. I rested the boat on some shores close to the village and disembarked to further explore this settlement.

Narnia upon the Dolga is indeed a great village. Protected by great palisades, made form large two man wide wooden columns and peppered with huge gates. Some of the gates even led to false entrances that are closed off by hidden dead-ends. From teh palisades why walked the circumference of the village. Upon reaching the rear of the village I came across a horrible spectacle. A heap of corpses, sekeletons and animal remains. There seemed to be no attempt in organizing animal bones from human bones, instead the lims of humans mingled with that of creatures I could no more make out. Several conclusion beagn to do battle in my mind. Doid this men fall in battle with these beasts? Did this village come under attack by some raider party and human-animal alike were all sluaghtered? Or perhaps this was the fate of the raider party? None of these conclusions were answered. It seems the village was quiet or empty I could not tell. But indeed I shall return to Narnia to study this village better.

As I continued onward up the river Dolga, I finally came across another human being and not some quiet forest landscape.This man was wearing a strange leaf consisting hat and was fishing on the banks of the Dolga. I moved the boat closer to his position and called out to him, "Greetings fisherman" The man looked away from his prey and called back, "Hello there" I decided that perhaps I could extract some information from this kind stranger. " I am Karl the Chronicler from Dolgapol and I would be much obligded if you could help me." The man looked in surprise, "AH! I have read your publishings!" the man continued," I would be glad to help." So I continued my questioning, "Could you give me your name good sir?" The man smiled and responded, "Of course, my name is J. B. Goode and I come from the large settlement north of the Hermit's cabin." I became excited at the thought of meetinmg someone from this place. " AH! Could you tell me more about this place?" The man shook his head, " I'm sorry Karl but I am not of the core ring of that settlement and can tell you very little" I understood, "Well that is unfortunate, but please if you can tell them I asked about them." Goode nodded and I went on my way.

[Mitudev]

Damn man is everyone from Dolgepol a writer?

Yeah, everyone is a writer, three of the five do not write on the forums in any creative rural or picaresque manner though.

[mannequin88ts]

J. B. Goode

that was me!

Entry #4

To the immediate North and by far the closest settlement is the lonely long cabin of Lethan, a man whom the poeple of Dolgapol have affectionately named Lethan the Hermit

if my memory is still good enough, I would say that the "village" where we met was Lethan's (I am not sure just because I used to know him with another name and the new one won't stay in my mind )