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Diplomacy and Events / A New Path - A Holmgĺng Saga
« on: August 28, 2024, 11:24:39 PM »
OOC- Following on from here
Vjeko Ivanković woke with a slight hangover. While the rest of his religious islanders had spent the evening with their new "wives", six young ladies that Vjeko had purchased off some enterprising Water Nomad related human trafficers, he had been drinking home-made vodka with 72 year old Saša who was the eldest of the seven men who along with Vjeko and a gentleman called Miroslav who acted as a kind of procurement agent formed the membership of the Order of the Path. The Order was a new and somewhat revolutionary new religious order following Druantian traditions. They rejected most modern ways of life and had retreated to an island that had been uninhabited. They'd turned it into a kind of small farming co-operative but the rough way of life and secret nature the Order had to ensure to fly under the established traditions radar meant they had only recruited a handful of men. As such Vjeko's multi-generational project to make the Order significant was in danger. Then had come the idea of "buying" them wives. It had taken him almost a year to find a seller so to speak and then Saša had said he was too old for another marriage. His first wife had died a decade ago and in many ways he still wasn't over it. He and his religious leader had spent the night discussing what they thought should happen next but once the vodka had run out they'd called it a night.
In one of the huts was a young man called Borivoj. He was in his early 30's and had been helped by Vjeko to kick a drug habit. In return he'd devoted himself fully and whole heartedly to the faith and now was Legate of the Order. A rank of middling status but one that he was proud of. Last night he had "Married" young Lodjain girl named Katenka Popova. He had found her beautiful, long dark hair and brown eyes and had it not been for the tears streaming down her cheeks he suspected she would have been very pretty. When he'd seen the six women brought into the temple he had hoped in some way he would be selected to marry her but knew that Vjeko guided by the god would do what was best. After the ceremony they had retired to her new home. Borivoj's home was simple. He'd built it himself with help from the others. It was a wooden framed building with five rooms. A lounge and kitchen, one bedroom, a bathroom, a workshop and a shrine to the God. The furniture was all homemade too and relatively sparse. The kitchen was equipped with a large iron wood burning stove, one of only a handful of items that hadn't originated from the island. As he'd returned from the ceremony he'd placed Katenka in the bedroom and retired to the sofa to sleep. Now he woke up and prepared a breakfast of porridge, some honey and a kind of fruit tea. He placed it on a tray and unlocked the bedroom door. Katenka was lying on the bed her hands still bound. "Good Morning" Borivoj did his best to sound friendly. "I hope you like porridge" he placed the tray on a cabinet next to the bed. He took from his belt a small pocket knife and extended one of the cutting blades. He could see a sense of worry on her face. "Don't worry. I would never hurt you." He explained as he gently cut the ropes before folding his knife up and handing her a spoon. "Now my Commander has told me I need to explain the rules to you. You're now a part of our faith. So to help you start there shall be four rules. First you are not to try and escape the island. We're over 70km from the next nearest island and the sea out there is cold and unforgiving. There is no way off the island. Second. You are to stay here every night. The Commander says we are to share a bed, we are..." he blushed and found the words awkward, "to create children but I think we should leave that for now." He could feel her beginning to cry again as he held her trembling hand. "The third rule is that you are to keep the house neat and tidy. Your work will be inspected every day by our Lead Sword. If it is not done then you won't get fed. We all work for our food here you see. The final rule is that you will accompany me to Temple every day. In time you'll get to like it here. Its peaceful and in summer it beautiful." He stood and handed her the porridge bowl. "Eat your breakfast, have a shower if you wish, the water should be warm by now and then get dressed. There should be dresses in the drawer. Then I'll take us over to Temple."
Vjeko Ivanković woke with a slight hangover. While the rest of his religious islanders had spent the evening with their new "wives", six young ladies that Vjeko had purchased off some enterprising Water Nomad related human trafficers, he had been drinking home-made vodka with 72 year old Saša who was the eldest of the seven men who along with Vjeko and a gentleman called Miroslav who acted as a kind of procurement agent formed the membership of the Order of the Path. The Order was a new and somewhat revolutionary new religious order following Druantian traditions. They rejected most modern ways of life and had retreated to an island that had been uninhabited. They'd turned it into a kind of small farming co-operative but the rough way of life and secret nature the Order had to ensure to fly under the established traditions radar meant they had only recruited a handful of men. As such Vjeko's multi-generational project to make the Order significant was in danger. Then had come the idea of "buying" them wives. It had taken him almost a year to find a seller so to speak and then Saša had said he was too old for another marriage. His first wife had died a decade ago and in many ways he still wasn't over it. He and his religious leader had spent the night discussing what they thought should happen next but once the vodka had run out they'd called it a night.
In one of the huts was a young man called Borivoj. He was in his early 30's and had been helped by Vjeko to kick a drug habit. In return he'd devoted himself fully and whole heartedly to the faith and now was Legate of the Order. A rank of middling status but one that he was proud of. Last night he had "Married" young Lodjain girl named Katenka Popova. He had found her beautiful, long dark hair and brown eyes and had it not been for the tears streaming down her cheeks he suspected she would have been very pretty. When he'd seen the six women brought into the temple he had hoped in some way he would be selected to marry her but knew that Vjeko guided by the god would do what was best. After the ceremony they had retired to her new home. Borivoj's home was simple. He'd built it himself with help from the others. It was a wooden framed building with five rooms. A lounge and kitchen, one bedroom, a bathroom, a workshop and a shrine to the God. The furniture was all homemade too and relatively sparse. The kitchen was equipped with a large iron wood burning stove, one of only a handful of items that hadn't originated from the island. As he'd returned from the ceremony he'd placed Katenka in the bedroom and retired to the sofa to sleep. Now he woke up and prepared a breakfast of porridge, some honey and a kind of fruit tea. He placed it on a tray and unlocked the bedroom door. Katenka was lying on the bed her hands still bound. "Good Morning" Borivoj did his best to sound friendly. "I hope you like porridge" he placed the tray on a cabinet next to the bed. He took from his belt a small pocket knife and extended one of the cutting blades. He could see a sense of worry on her face. "Don't worry. I would never hurt you." He explained as he gently cut the ropes before folding his knife up and handing her a spoon. "Now my Commander has told me I need to explain the rules to you. You're now a part of our faith. So to help you start there shall be four rules. First you are not to try and escape the island. We're over 70km from the next nearest island and the sea out there is cold and unforgiving. There is no way off the island. Second. You are to stay here every night. The Commander says we are to share a bed, we are..." he blushed and found the words awkward, "to create children but I think we should leave that for now." He could feel her beginning to cry again as he held her trembling hand. "The third rule is that you are to keep the house neat and tidy. Your work will be inspected every day by our Lead Sword. If it is not done then you won't get fed. We all work for our food here you see. The final rule is that you will accompany me to Temple every day. In time you'll get to like it here. Its peaceful and in summer it beautiful." He stood and handed her the porridge bowl. "Eat your breakfast, have a shower if you wish, the water should be warm by now and then get dressed. There should be dresses in the drawer. Then I'll take us over to Temple."
Military Base) was disputed and in their evacuation Rokkenjima destroyed parts of the base and equipment that could not be evacuated. This caused environmental damage to Heyra which Rokkenjima are to compensate for. Meanwhile no casualties were inflicted. In recent days a spat between Nova and Beatrice has caused this to be dragged up. As far as everyone should be concerned the canon as stated above exists. 
