by SaintB » Fri Feb 14, 2020 6:39 pm
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by Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States » Tue Feb 18, 2020 2:59 am
The village of Bryndunon received its name by way of the ancient Celts who inhabited this region before the Romans arrived from the Continent. Its name, into our language, would translate into ‘forested hill’. While this might at one point have been true, the forest has long been cut down for use in building materials. The hill overlooks a river valley with some fishing docks, where merchants dock to stock up on supplies. In return, the townsfolk receive items they cannot manufacture themselves, including pottery and iron tools. Goods are traded directly, because there is no coin that holds value for the townsfolk of Bryndunon.
Their leader Manachan is the town priest, an aged but well-travelled man who welcomed me happily when I arrived by river barge. We conversed in Greek and Latin, and spoke at length on matters of theology. I was happy to find out that Manachan had once seen Arthur, as he had travelled by Camelot both on his way to and from Rome. The ancient city had lost some of its vigour, but no barbarian could reduce the splendour of Rome, not with a thousand sackings.
Manachan ruled his village fairly and with an even hand. Merchants readily accepted his judgement, such was the nature of his compromise, even though they had plenty of reason to suspect bias towards his townsfolk. In his judgement he mixed Celtic legal principles with Christian virtues, and he relied on documentary evidence like the Romans. Some troublesome merchants, especially those from West Saexe and Scandinavia, insisted on trial by combat, but Manachan could always talk down these troublemakers and make them accept a settlement. Manachan did not have patience for the quarrelsome, however, and those who committed violence, citizen or visitor, were banished equally.
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Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States wrote:Peredur
“Alright then…” Peredur said reluctantly, turning his horse around. He would have to see what God and the world had in store for him. Three days later, Peredur arrived at Beckery Chapel, traveling over the old Roman road to what looked like a place only too well guarded.
The Anarcho-Syndicalist Commune wrote:Yrsa
*snip*
Sure enough, a little ways further, she found a lone guardsman standing by the road. Slowing her horse to a halt in front of him, she raised her hand and called out in strangely accented Brythonic "Ho Stranger! What manner of locale is this, and can one find food, a hearth, and perhaps some gold to be made here?"
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SaintB wrote:"What is happening?!"
SaintB wrote:"Stand back, everyone. Judoc, shield down! Maddux, what is going on here?"
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