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Bruce: /* Paris, Kingdom of the Franks -- Western Europe -- March of 1096 */

2024-03-02T08:16:15Z

Paris, Kingdom of the Franks -- Western Europe -- March of 1096

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	<span style="color:#4B0082;"> Returning to my tent, I retrieved a cloak and sought out someone within the camp who could answer my questions. As I worked my way through the slowly awakening pageant, the first individual I ran across was Frater Eadweard. The good brother had just come through the double wall of canvas even as I sought egress. Coming face to face, we exchanged the morning greeting and I asked after the pageant's current whereabouts. He replied that we were in the Frankish lands, just outside the walls of Paris. I thanked him for his information and lightly brushed past him in my haste to dispose of my pot of night-soil and spoiling vampiric vitae.		<span style="color:#4B0082;"> Returning to my tent, I retrieved a cloak and sought out someone within the camp who could answer my questions. As I worked my way through the slowly awakening pageant, the first individual I ran across was Frater Eadweard. The good brother had just come through the double wall of canvas even as I sought egress. Coming face to face, we exchanged the morning greeting and I asked after the pageant's current whereabouts. He replied that we were in the Frankish lands, just outside the walls of Paris. I thanked him for his information and lightly brushed past him in my haste to dispose of my pot of night-soil and spoiling vampiric vitae.

	<span style="color:#4B0082;"> To be honest, I had never really paid much attention to the fat monk with his greasy pitch of religious righteousness sold like a snake-oil-salesman. But when he grabbed me by the arm, he spun me around like little girl. Startled, I dropped my burdens and by reflex my sword blade slid free of the scabbard. As we confronted each other in the dark gray twilight, I realized the monk was far stronger than he looked. Fat and tonsured, the good brother looked soft, but clearly that was far from the truth and like an accountant, I noted it down in my invisible record book. As we stared at each other, he must have sensed something was different about me, because he suddenly released my arm and mentioned that there was a killer loose outside of Paris and that I should be careful. I nodded my understanding, but I did not thank him this time, we both knew he was not warning me so much as trying to scare me. When I offered nothing further and did not sheath my sword, he backed away and resumed his walk towards the House of the Profligate.		<span style="color:#4B0082;"> To be honest, I had never really paid much attention to the fat monk with his greasy pitch of religious righteousness sold like a snake-oil-salesman. But when he grabbed me by the arm, he spun me around like a little girl. Startled, I dropped my burdens and by reflex my sword blade slid free of the scabbard. As we confronted each other in the dark gray twilight, I realized the monk was far stronger than he looked. Fat and tonsured, the good brother looked soft, but clearly that was far from the truth and like an accountant, I noted it down in my invisible record book. As we stared at each other, he must have sensed something was different about me, because he suddenly released my arm and mentioned that there was a killer loose outside of Paris and that I should be careful. I nodded my understanding, but I did not thank him this time, we both knew he was not warning me so much as trying to scare me. When I offered nothing further and did not sheath my sword, he backed away and resumed his walk towards the House of the Profligate.

	<span style="color:#4B0082;"> Gathering my fallen items from the snow covered ground, I kept my sword in my hand and passed through the first lay of yellowing canvas. The space between the two canvas layers was only about four or five feet wide, but it created a strange corridor in the twilight that seemed to stretch away into darkness to both the right and left. I did not tarry and even as I was pushing my way through the outer canvas, I heard the whisper of a woman's voice calling my name. As I turned to look in that direction, I beheld a beautiful woman with hair like living flame and iridescent green eyes that seem to gather the light like those of a cat. She was no more than five feet tall and could not have weighed more than ninety pounds soaking wet and yet she radiated age and power like an elder vampire might.		<span style="color:#4B0082;"> Gathering my fallen items from the snow covered ground, I kept my sword in my hand and passed through the first lay of yellowing canvas. The space between the two canvas layers was only about four or five feet wide, but it created a strange corridor in the twilight that seemed to stretch away into darkness to both the right and left. I did not tarry and even as I was pushing my way through the outer canvas, I heard the whisper of a woman's voice calling my name. As I turned to look in that direction, I beheld a beautiful woman with hair like living flame and iridescent green eyes that seem to gather the light like those of a cat. She was no more than five feet tall and could not have weighed more than ninety pounds soaking wet and yet she radiated age and power like an elder vampire might.

Bruce: /* Jotunheim -- Seventh of the Nine Worlds -- April of 1096 */

2023-07-06T07:15:41Z

Jotunheim -- Seventh of the Nine Worlds -- April of 1096

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	== '''''Jotunheim''''' -- ''Seventh of the Nine Worlds'' -- April of 1096 ==		== '''''Jotunheim''''' -- ''Seventh of the Nine Worlds'' -- April of 1096 ==
	<span style="color:#4B0082;">All along the wagon-train, men and draft animals shivered in the cold dim twilight following dawn. The snowstorm had only partially abated as the sun rose in in the east tinting the gray horizon there with rose and amber. Flakes of icy crystals still fell thick on the left bank of the Seine where the pageant prepared to depart Paris on its eastward trek. Beautiful as the dawn might have been, my eyes were turned to the south where the last vestiges of Bolverk's Army vanished over a low series of hills. As I turned back to look at Paris, I could see that despite the sudden and heavy spring snowstorm, some buildings still smoldered after the fires and riots of the most recent chaos. As the line of wagons and riders began moving towards the dawn, my mind drifted over the events of the preceding nights and the part we had played in them. There was a sense of destiny in all that had transpired and as the only living man to witness such momentous events, the responsibility fell to me to record what I knew of this ''new'' history.		<span style="color:#4B0082;">All along the wagon-train, men and draft animals shivered in the cold dim twilight following dawn. The snowstorm had only partially abated as the sun rose in the east tinting the gray horizon there with rose and amber. Flakes of icy crystals still fell thick on the left bank of the Seine where the pageant prepared to depart Paris on its eastward trek. Beautiful as the dawn might have been, my eyes were turned to the south where the last vestiges of Bolverk's Army vanished over a low series of hills. As I turned back to look at Paris, I could see that despite the sudden and heavy spring snowstorm, some buildings still smoldered after the fires and riots of the most recent chaos. As the line of wagons and riders began moving towards the dawn, my mind drifted over the events of the preceding nights and the part we had played in them. There was a sense of destiny in all that had transpired and as the only living man to witness such momentous events, the responsibility fell to me to record what I knew of this ''new'' history.

	<span style="color:#4B0082;">Less than a Roman mile from the walls of Paris, the pageant encountered thickening snow and fog. Visibility became so labored that riders like myself were obliged to tie our horses to the rear of the closest wagon and walk afoot through the knee deep snow. Most lit torches and called back and forth to one another so that individuals might avoid getting lost in the foggy blizzard. I tied a length of rope to the nearest wagon, then about myself and had each of my men do so at three foot intervals. In such conditions, it would be all too easy to lose one's footing or get turned around and separation from the pageant would almost certainly mean a long cold death. Before the blizzard caught us unawares the pageant had been moving along the Roman track the Franks now called the Eastern road. Fairly early on, I lost track of time and a sense of plodding continuity took its place. It seemed forever that we wandered through that freezing white storm, not that I questioned this, rather it seemed only natural. But somewhere along the way, the pageant had left behind the fallow snow covered fields of the Left Bank with its numerous peasant hovels and occasional aristocratic manses for a single snowy track through a twilit forest.		<span style="color:#4B0082;">Less than a Roman mile from the walls of Paris, the pageant encountered thickening snow and fog. Visibility became so labored that riders like myself were obliged to tie our horses to the rear of the closest wagon and walk afoot through the knee deep snow. Most lit torches and called back and forth to one another so that individuals might avoid getting lost in the foggy blizzard. I tied a length of rope to the nearest wagon, then about myself and had each of my men do so at three foot intervals. In such conditions, it would be all too easy to lose one's footing or get turned around and separation from the pageant would almost certainly mean a long cold death. Before the blizzard caught us unawares the pageant had been moving along the Roman track the Franks now called the Eastern road. Fairly early on, I lost track of time and a sense of plodding continuity took its place. It seemed forever that we wandered through that freezing white storm, not that I questioned this, rather it seemed only natural. But somewhere along the way, the pageant had left behind the fallow snow covered fields of the Left Bank with its numerous peasant hovels and occasional aristocratic manses for a single snowy track through a twilit forest.

Bruce: /* Paris, Kingdom of the Franks -- Western Europe -- March of 1096 */

2023-07-06T07:05:34Z

Paris, Kingdom of the Franks -- Western Europe -- March of 1096

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	<span style="color:#4B0082;">"My Lord? Forgive me if I do not rise. I do not believe I am capable. Have I been sick long? I have vague memories of something going wrong in Alexandria and then indistinct recollections of illness and nightmare."		<span style="color:#4B0082;">"My Lord? Forgive me if I do not rise. I do not believe I am capable. Have I been sick long? I have vague memories of something going wrong in Alexandria and then indistinct recollections of illness and nightmare."

	<span style="color:#4B0082;">''{Theodoric}'' ''"Salivius, you were poisoned outside the Memory City, or so I am told, by a giant albino scorpion. Were it not for my Vitae, you would have died. Still, you have been abed ~~for more than fourteen days~~. But, do not worry, my other servant has been looking after your duties while you have rested."''		<span style="color:#4B0082;">''{Theodoric}'' ''"Salivius, you were poisoned outside the Memory City, or so I am told, by a giant albino scorpion. Were it not for my Vitae, you would have died. Still, you have been abed a fortnight. But, do not worry, my other servant has been looking after your duties while you have rested."''

	<span style="color:#4B0082;">"Thank you my lord for your generosity, I am unworthy and will seek in vain to repay your kindness."		<span style="color:#4B0082;">"Thank you my lord for your generosity, I am unworthy and will seek in vain to repay your kindness."

Bruce: /* Erdach Kodesh -- The Tarringan Castinate -- November of 1096 */

2023-07-04T06:30:16Z

Erdach Kodesh -- The Tarringan Castinate -- November of 1096

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	== '''''Erdach Kodesh''''' -- ''The Tarringan Castinate'' -- ''November of 1096'' ==		== '''''[[Erdach Kodesh]]''''' -- ''The Tarringan Castinate'' -- ''November of 1096'' ==
	<span style="color:#4B0082;">In the early hours before dawn, I rode my horse hard out of Wifilisburg in my return to the Pageant which was camped just outside a forgettable little village of Bökenförde. That little village lay twenty-six Roman miles north-west of Wifilisburg though what the locals called the Wälder bei Büren, a mere remnant of the ancient old growth Teutoburg Forest which has once covered most of this region and beyond. I only made two stops, one at midday as I passed through the village of Geseke which lay at the halfway point between Wifilisburg and Bökenförde and a few hours later at what I guessed was the halfway point between the two villages, a campsite at the ridge line between two valleys.		<span style="color:#4B0082;">In the early hours before dawn, I rode my horse hard out of Wifilisburg in my return to the Pageant which was camped just outside a forgettable little village of Bökenförde. That little village lay twenty-six Roman miles north-west of Wifilisburg though what the locals called the Wälder bei Büren, a mere remnant of the ancient old growth Teutoburg Forest which has once covered most of this region and beyond. I only made two stops, one at midday as I passed through the village of Geseke which lay at the halfway point between Wifilisburg and Bökenförde and a few hours later at what I guessed was the halfway point between the two villages, a campsite at the ridge line between two valleys.

Bruce: /* The Justice of the Magistrates */

2022-10-04T07:21:20Z

The Justice of the Magistrates

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Bruce: /* The Magistrates of Kurva Város */

2022-10-04T06:29:46Z

The Magistrates of Kurva Város

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	<span style="color:#4B0082;">The ''Magistrates'' of ''Kurva Város'' had found us.		<span style="color:#4B0082;">The ''Magistrates'' of ''Kurva Város'' had found us.

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Bruce: /* The Painful Road to Dlo Siskirit */

2022-10-04T06:29:01Z

The Painful Road to Dlo Siskirit

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	<span style="color:#4B0082;">The ''Magistrates'' of ''Kurva Város'' had found us.		<span style="color:#4B0082;">The ''Magistrates'' of ''Kurva Város'' had found us.

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Bruce: /* The Abandoned Fortification of Dombtető Vár */

2022-10-04T06:27:26Z

The Abandoned Fortification of Dombtető Vár

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	=== '''The ~~Abandoned Fortification of Dombtető Vár~~''' ===		=== '''The Painful Road to Dlo Siskirit''' ===
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Bruce: /* The Painful Road to Dlo Siskirit */

2022-10-04T06:26:51Z

The Painful Road to Dlo Siskirit

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Bruce: /* Terra Prime - Constantinople - 1453 */

2022-09-28T06:47:44Z

Terra Prime - Constantinople - 1453

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			https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fall_of_Constantinople
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