White Romania
14-05-2005, 04:57
Within the the seclusion of the fiefdom, men and women seemed to be safe. No major war had taken place in thirteen years. The new voivod seemed to thuroughly and passionately care for his people, yet, something seemed to be brewing. Change was coming to White Romania. The change was unwelcomed. Muslim raiders from the south-east crossed the border and raided small villages, strange murders occured in the northern territories, and rumors of an evil growing in the east passed through the ears of the elderly and the children.
Vassals spread the word along the heirarchy to the despot. Once the word of chaos, anarchy, and disruption met his mind, tyranny, torture, and lawless violence sprang forth. The voivod quickly demanded that the people stop these senseles rumors of were-men, vampyrical beasts, and the walking dead. Wyrms, draculyans, and ghouls were deemed idiotic and non-existant. Yet, the people continued to believe, and at that point, their fears began to manifest...
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Volyaja, White Romania
The day was of every other. Men were finishing their jobs for the day while their wives stayed home and cooked and cared for their children. A cool breeze was flowing in from the north-west, calling the sign of winter and the death of the crops. In the small, conservative village of a mere sixty, a man dorned in an ebony cloak made his way into the boundries of the town. Men eyed the tall figure, watching him, never having seen his visage before. Yet, he remained unharmed, and was allowed to commerce into the mob of the bazaar within the town.
The mysterious figure simply appeared to glide between the masses of people buying and selling their goods, slowly making his way to the outskirts of the village, were the devils doth lie. Fields adorned the horizen with the conifer crowns peaking over the tips of the harvest. Men were making their way back to their homes, leaving their sickles and farm equipment in the open. A small child froliced happily amongst his father and friends, swinging his arms like his father had done all day so that they could have food.
The sun began to set, sending a chill amongst the village, sending the remaining people inside their homes, so that they can happily curl up against those they cared for by the dwindling fire, only able to remember that the next day came the same routine. The man stood several feet off the path, amidst a mans vacant field. Corn and spurious plants lay at his feet in various stages of decay. A pestilence seems to have stricken his entire field. The man - elderly in nature, but young enough to contiue to work - ran out of his home, waving his sickle, "Get out of here! Go away!" he shouted at the mysterious stranger. As he drew near, the cloaked figure elevated his hand, allowing an enigmatic fluid-like energy to course against his dermis. The energy coiled about his digits, stopping the elderly man in his tracks.
"Dear sir... Famine is amongst you. Take these seeds, and with these you shall grow many a bushel. You will give it freely to the towns people, and they will be happy and content."
In a state of fear and amazement, the elderly gentleman fell onto his back. He groaned violently. The strange form before him extended his hand, grasping the farmer about the wrist. The pallid majicks flew into his supple form, filling his veins with an unimaginable energy. The dermis of the man slowly tightened allowing the wrinkles to fade, his spine curved into correct form, and his scars vanished.
"Now... Trust me, take these seeds and do as I tell you..."
The strange man passed him the seeds; the farmer eagerly accepted without speaking. The farmer still in a mixed fase of terror and join, ran back to his home, leaving the strange man to his own devices...
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Vlastimirovic Decree
As of today, the Fiefdom of White Romania will remain a sovreign fuedalistic system in which all are loyal to the Voivod (http://animevisions.net/Pictures/castlevania/19.jpg). Men, women, and children of White Romania, I commend you all for your work and decisions to stay loyal. However, due to the sudden burst of chaos in the east, this decree will state, that a new Fief Tax will be issued. Seventy-six percent of all earnings of the populace of White Romania will be sent to the Voivod. For those who refuse - death or Foresraion Banishment.
Voivod Caslav Klonimirovic Vlastimirovic Dracul
Voivod Of The Fiefdom Of White Romania
Vassals spread the word along the heirarchy to the despot. Once the word of chaos, anarchy, and disruption met his mind, tyranny, torture, and lawless violence sprang forth. The voivod quickly demanded that the people stop these senseles rumors of were-men, vampyrical beasts, and the walking dead. Wyrms, draculyans, and ghouls were deemed idiotic and non-existant. Yet, the people continued to believe, and at that point, their fears began to manifest...
* * *
Volyaja, White Romania
The day was of every other. Men were finishing their jobs for the day while their wives stayed home and cooked and cared for their children. A cool breeze was flowing in from the north-west, calling the sign of winter and the death of the crops. In the small, conservative village of a mere sixty, a man dorned in an ebony cloak made his way into the boundries of the town. Men eyed the tall figure, watching him, never having seen his visage before. Yet, he remained unharmed, and was allowed to commerce into the mob of the bazaar within the town.
The mysterious figure simply appeared to glide between the masses of people buying and selling their goods, slowly making his way to the outskirts of the village, were the devils doth lie. Fields adorned the horizen with the conifer crowns peaking over the tips of the harvest. Men were making their way back to their homes, leaving their sickles and farm equipment in the open. A small child froliced happily amongst his father and friends, swinging his arms like his father had done all day so that they could have food.
The sun began to set, sending a chill amongst the village, sending the remaining people inside their homes, so that they can happily curl up against those they cared for by the dwindling fire, only able to remember that the next day came the same routine. The man stood several feet off the path, amidst a mans vacant field. Corn and spurious plants lay at his feet in various stages of decay. A pestilence seems to have stricken his entire field. The man - elderly in nature, but young enough to contiue to work - ran out of his home, waving his sickle, "Get out of here! Go away!" he shouted at the mysterious stranger. As he drew near, the cloaked figure elevated his hand, allowing an enigmatic fluid-like energy to course against his dermis. The energy coiled about his digits, stopping the elderly man in his tracks.
"Dear sir... Famine is amongst you. Take these seeds, and with these you shall grow many a bushel. You will give it freely to the towns people, and they will be happy and content."
In a state of fear and amazement, the elderly gentleman fell onto his back. He groaned violently. The strange form before him extended his hand, grasping the farmer about the wrist. The pallid majicks flew into his supple form, filling his veins with an unimaginable energy. The dermis of the man slowly tightened allowing the wrinkles to fade, his spine curved into correct form, and his scars vanished.
"Now... Trust me, take these seeds and do as I tell you..."
The strange man passed him the seeds; the farmer eagerly accepted without speaking. The farmer still in a mixed fase of terror and join, ran back to his home, leaving the strange man to his own devices...
* * *
Vlastimirovic Decree
As of today, the Fiefdom of White Romania will remain a sovreign fuedalistic system in which all are loyal to the Voivod (http://animevisions.net/Pictures/castlevania/19.jpg). Men, women, and children of White Romania, I commend you all for your work and decisions to stay loyal. However, due to the sudden burst of chaos in the east, this decree will state, that a new Fief Tax will be issued. Seventy-six percent of all earnings of the populace of White Romania will be sent to the Voivod. For those who refuse - death or Foresraion Banishment.
Voivod Caslav Klonimirovic Vlastimirovic Dracul
Voivod Of The Fiefdom Of White Romania