My name is....rather unimportant. But since I want to tell you about my life, well, at least a short time of my life when I was young, it would be rude to not introduce myself. So my name is Pierre de Courtenay, Lord of Swadia, loyal vassal, advisor and friend to King Harlaus II. in this year 1302 of the second era.
My life begun 65 years ago, but the events mentioned in my diary start when I was age twenty. But enough of this preface. I came here to give account about my past deeds, so I should not hesitate to let the play begin. Shall these notes be a lesson to all the others seeking fame and fortune in Calradia. And a sweet reminder of the taste of youth to myself. It`s late march of the year 1257, the first day of my new life in Calradia.
Day 1 - Land of Hope
"Don`t look back" my father always said. Right now I have nothing to look back to, but I still have a past to tell about.
My father. He was travelling around, buying and selling things to the people. He knew most of the land and he enjoyed visiting new places and learn about the locations and their inhabitants. He was a good merchant, so he accumulated a modest wealth for him and my mother, who always was with him.
I was born in a little village named Courtenay, which my parents passed accidently when the contractions began. And I think it was my birth that made my father to settle in a nice little city called Gutingi. When I grew up to be old enough to take up a profession, my father wanted me to become a travelling merchant too. I could have done so because I learned all his tricks. But I was used to live in a single place, so I decided to become a craftsman.
A local smith took me as apprentice and after a few years I became a master myself. I was ready to start my own shop. But fate was ready to crush my dreams. The country we lived in was peaceful and prosperous, but also small and weak. So an other country, a nation of natural born soldiers, came from the south and invaded our land. Soon they appeared before our walls. After a brief siege they assaulted and took the city by storm. I was one of the lucky few who escaped by horse from the following onslaught. My family, my friends, my love....all gone.
I was alive. But where should I go ? All the values I knew since my childhood, liberty, progress, tolerance, education, meant nohing to the conquerors. So I had to leave. I headed for the western mountains. After a long, exhausting and dangerous journey through deep valleys and over snowy passes I entered a new land and a new life. Now I`m here, in the midle of nowhere in a region called Calradia.
to be continued (please post in the "Making of"-Thread)
My life begun 65 years ago, but the events mentioned in my diary start when I was age twenty. But enough of this preface. I came here to give account about my past deeds, so I should not hesitate to let the play begin. Shall these notes be a lesson to all the others seeking fame and fortune in Calradia. And a sweet reminder of the taste of youth to myself. It`s late march of the year 1257, the first day of my new life in Calradia.
Day 1 - Land of Hope
"Don`t look back" my father always said. Right now I have nothing to look back to, but I still have a past to tell about.
My father. He was travelling around, buying and selling things to the people. He knew most of the land and he enjoyed visiting new places and learn about the locations and their inhabitants. He was a good merchant, so he accumulated a modest wealth for him and my mother, who always was with him.
I was born in a little village named Courtenay, which my parents passed accidently when the contractions began. And I think it was my birth that made my father to settle in a nice little city called Gutingi. When I grew up to be old enough to take up a profession, my father wanted me to become a travelling merchant too. I could have done so because I learned all his tricks. But I was used to live in a single place, so I decided to become a craftsman.
A local smith took me as apprentice and after a few years I became a master myself. I was ready to start my own shop. But fate was ready to crush my dreams. The country we lived in was peaceful and prosperous, but also small and weak. So an other country, a nation of natural born soldiers, came from the south and invaded our land. Soon they appeared before our walls. After a brief siege they assaulted and took the city by storm. I was one of the lucky few who escaped by horse from the following onslaught. My family, my friends, my love....all gone.
I was alive. But where should I go ? All the values I knew since my childhood, liberty, progress, tolerance, education, meant nohing to the conquerors. So I had to leave. I headed for the western mountains. After a long, exhausting and dangerous journey through deep valleys and over snowy passes I entered a new land and a new life. Now I`m here, in the midle of nowhere in a region called Calradia.
to be continued (please post in the "Making of"-Thread)
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