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Post by Hetmanate Vilʹni Lyudy on Dec 5, 2018 11:00:27 GMT -8
Vilnih - City of God, City of The Free Vilnih, capital of the Hetamante, is situated in a valley where water naturally runs down from the mountains surrounding them. Built of stone and clay, on an island in the middle of the great river, is the seat of the Hetamante, and the home of the Hetman. Two bridges are built over the rushing waters to allow access into the great city, which can be drawn up in case of siege. Outlying settlements and farms surround Vilnih, sharing what they have in service to the state.
The Denisov Regiment protects Vilnih. Highly trained, and commanded by Hetman Denisov, the stone walls of Vilnih have remained untouched since its creation.
Man-made and improvised docks surround the walls of the city, allowing for merchants and farmers to bring their goods and wares by the river thoroughfare. |
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Nestor Mathieu
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Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24 
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on May 4, 2019 18:58:56 GMT -8
Nestor having walked very far from the Giant's hand was tired. His bare feet bleed and he could feel his starved skin stretching across his ribs, while his formerly cropped hair had grown out in a noticeable dirty black mat and dehydrated lips cracked.
It was just after dusk that he saw the territory of the Hetmanate, and he exhaled happily. He had at last gotten to where Sarita had directed him and the lands truly did have a great rustic beauty. To the heart of the land he strode, seeking to see the the way of the Hetmanate's people and learn all about them that he cuold.
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Post by Hetmanate Vilʹni Lyudy on May 14, 2019 11:51:22 GMT -8
Before long the Monk would happen upon one of the many villages dotted around Vilnih. If approaching from the south side, immediately noticeable would be the steeple of the stone church. Many houses were scattered around the church in a mismatched formation, and many roads stretched between them, with no rhyme or reason behind them, only necessity.
A patrol of the local lord's garrison was traveling the very same road as the Monk. The leader glanced at the man, looking away in the next moment. Then he took his second glance, taking note of his barren feet.
"Excuse me, excuse me." The man sped up to get alongside the Monk. "Looks like the Devil has gotten hold of you, sir." A burly hand offered a waterskin. "My village is not far from here, you will make it."
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Nestor Mathieu
Established
Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on May 14, 2019 20:12:53 GMT -8
As Nestor hobbled on he was somewhat interested in layout, appreciative of the fact it was designed around people rather than people around it. He was somewhat more confused by the fact of the people living in places to accommodate the Church, rather than Churches being built to acocmodate people. It was oddly respectable how people thus submitted themselves to their God, but in the Monk's head a Deity would want folk to first build up their mortal realms before looking to glorify the immortal. Nevertheless, it was an important note on the culture of the Hetmanate's people.
Nestor stopped as he saw soldiers coming in his direction, looking about them and their equipment in curiosity if this was a culture ready for grand battle as the mainland or more ready for skirmishes common to Toragana's nomadic folk. He was momentarily anxious as an officer stepped forth to greet him fearing he'd be accosted but relaxed as the man had only benevolence to offer. Nestor took the proffered waterskin and had but a single swig before gratefully returning it. "Oh? I'm a foreigner to these lands, as I'm sure you could tell Sir. You'd have my eternal gratitude if you could direct me to it, and perhaps to your capital too. I have much interest in the beauty of your lands."
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Post by Hetmanate Vilʹni Lyudy on May 16, 2019 15:22:51 GMT -8
The officer accepted his waterskin back, he secured it back to his saddle as he spoke.
"Vilnih is north of here if you continue along this route. The village should be just over the next hill, set in a valley. A quaint farming community, living off the land as we free men should." He inhaled as he skimmed the horizon, looking across the rolling plains with a faint smile.
"It is beautiful, as is Vilnih. My men and I can escort you to the village, though bandits have never dared traveling this dar into our territory, from the village I must return to my scouting duties. At the village, perhaps, you should stop in at the local parish, you look like a man of faith, if I may be so forward."
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Nestor Mathieu
Established
Si Deus obiscum qui contra nos?
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 39
Physical Description: Aging but strong, he has a rugged face with features soft by nature but hardened by time, coupled with some scars across his relatively tall (6'5) frame. His head carries surprisingly well maintained buzzed black hair, along with slight whiskers.
Clothes and Equipment: He possesses an innocent walking staff. His clothes are unimpressive Priest garb, little more than a sack to cover himself from the elements and indecency with.
Registered: Nov 15, 2016 5:01:41 GMT -8
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Post by Nestor Mathieu on May 17, 2019 18:41:18 GMT -8
"Ah, a farming folk! Interesting change, and a promising one. I was granted to believe that most - if not all - denizens of this land were nomads, the fact people may settle down so readily if clearly not easily is reassuring." Nestor replied, truly glad.
The Monk chuckled as his disposition as a holy man was noted upon and nodded. "Well spotted, I am indeed a faithful servant of the Father above and to visit one of your parishes would be an honour as a scholar. Well, if you say it is safe, then I do not believe I need to waste the precious time of you and your men. I would not want an invasion force to get past your borders on account of a silly foreign bugger as myself; good luck, officer, I am told this is a perilous land." The Monk said provided the soldier had naught more to say himself. Reinvigorated and with a much more clear destination in mind Nestor went along the path hoping to see the village, find respite there and see Vilnih proper. |
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