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“And may you stay healthy too. Hmm, I don’t know if I should be happy about this,” the guy admitted honestly. “I’ve never written anything before, and it almost turned my brain inside out. By the way, how many submissions have you received so far?”
“Ahha.” Renold suddenly felt much better. “Apparently, you have very high standards for the work. Well, it’s not for me to judge.” With these words, he handed the editor a neatly folded sheet of paper, written on both sides.
Gullveig was greatly inspired by the new Valkyrie, who was perhaps more of a pacifist than the others she had read about. Thinking that Veg herself would also like to maintain peace, and remembering a certain assignment, she prayed to the Mother and wrote a short piece for the Chronicles of Eugen.Author
Baldr is the land of Baron Gunngnir von Breckenndorf, a beautiful, quiet, and cozy place. The city consists mainly of ordinary people: craftsmen, merchants, farmers, but even the soul of the simplest worker here shines like gold, and in addition to them, you can find real gems here and there.
Mentorship is very developed in Baldr. Baron von Breckenndorf, out of the goodness of his heart, supports many orphans, both of noble and common origin, and ensures that they enter the big world with the necessary and useful skills, can take care of themselves, earn a living, and in the future benefit their hometown. The mentors of Baldr are exceptionally talented people from all over the world. Warriors and Knights, doctors and scientists, cooks and merchants, artists, hunters, craftsmen, and a priestess of Artheria herself. Masters of the spear, the Artherian word, the sword, the bow, firearms, and many other things that are impossible to list.
The city guard consists of competent soldiers, always ready to help the local residents, whether it be their protection or good advice. However, the need for this arises infrequently, as life in Baldr is very peaceful and safe.
The baron himself actively works with his pupils, who specialize in military craft, being a master of a huge number of styles and weapons. His strictness, fairness, and sincerity determine the character of this place. In everything, he is helped by Baroness Emilia von Breckenndorf, a lady of amazing talents, wisdom, and patience. Their graceful granddaughter, Eznir, often visits us.
Best wishes to all readers from the glorious and kind city, the domain of the brave Baron Gunngnir von Breckenndorf, a place with pastoral landscapes and smiles that never leave people's faces.
My thoughts on Baldr, life in it, and its inhabitants
‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ In our age of rapid civilization development, people are increasingly choosing to move to large cities to be closer to the fast-paced progress. I myself have not yet had the opportunity to visit these huge settlements, but I have read that life there flows like a full-flowing river, and the inhabitants rush along with it in an endless stream. Their lives are filled with various concerns and hardships, but sometimes it seems to me that this current also carries away pleasant, rare little things; fleeting moments that we casually leave behind, and then regret very much. Perhaps Baldr cannot boast of multi-story buildings, mighty factories and shipyards, noisy shops and concert halls, but it seems to me that it is quite possible to find something much deeper and more intimate here, something that the success-driven bourgeois often do not pay attention to. Life here is not like a raging river; rather, it is like a small, but deep and steady stream. Where the river encounters a mountain blockage, it will overflow its banks and flood the coastal lands; there, the stream will continue to slowly grind away at the obstacle in its path until it breaks through to freedom. I have often read the opinion that the inhabitants of villages are all, without exception, drunkards, fools, and thugs, but it seems to me that this is a common misconception. In Baldr, you can meet a variety of educated and well-read people who are ready to share their accumulated knowledge and engage in more than one interesting discussion. There are brave and courageous warriors here, always ready to come to the aid and support in difficult times. Kind-hearted, generous servants of the church. You can always turn to first-class medical specialists for help, try on clothes and jewelry made to the highest quality, visit a cozy cafe with friendly and hospitable staff and excellent cuisine, have fun and spend time in good company, or learn more about hunting and the surrounding world. Find something to your liking in the library, find out and discuss world news. And, of course, get to know our Baron Gungnir von Breckenheim, a man of the most just principles and high qualities; and his infinitely kind and caring wife. Not to mention my numerous brothers and sisters, with whom we became related through our shared childhood in an orphanage thanks to the kindness of our adoptive parents. Unfortunately, in recent years, the hardships of a bustling, human-filled progress have also reached our settlement. Many have become seriously interested in economics: growth, supply and demand, profit, profitability. Some are moving to larger cities to provide for themselves and their families or simply to find new ways to earn a living. The surroundings are becoming an increasingly dangerous place for walks: it is no longer so easy to admire our mighty mountains and centuries-old forests. I will not lie, I myself sometimes think about going on a journey, seeing the world, and looking for myself. But despite this, I am sincerely glad that I had the opportunity to spend my childhood and youth in Baldr. I learned about the true life of small, but friendly villages, where everyone is ready to listen and help each other, where there is no pretense, falsehood, and hypocrisy. Of course, because of this, we also have frequent squabbles and disagreements, disputes and grievances. But I think that the ability to overcome these difficulties, to accept the opinions of others, and to seek peace with them is what truly distinguishes a close friend from a mere acquaintance. And although I find it difficult to be sure of this, because all my relatives except my sister died long ago, I know for sure where I can always find my true family. _______________________________________________ Signature: Renold
A piece of birch bark with unevenly carved runes is placed on the editor's desk; the runes reveal that their author is not accustomed to this type of activity. The person who brought it is waiting for the editor's verdict outside, sitting on the ground and drawing lines in the dust with a stick, forming schematic images of various animals. Author
Baldr is the edge. The last glimmer of moonlight before the all-consuming horrors of the night, and even that barely penetrates the gnarled crowns of ancient trees. Behind every sound, every breath, there is a bravado that challenges the twisted notions of the chief blind men of Serberia and other places – those who dwell behind the tenth layer of walls in illusory abundance. This is a camp in the middle of a dense forest. It is surrounded on all sides by natural wonders that are beyond the strength and understanding of the termite-city folk. By placing meaningless torches along the path, some ordinary person hopes to reach this "outpost" in blissful ignorance, without looking to the left or right. Because there, they will see sights that can deprive them of peace and sleep for the rest of their lives. Such a life attracts a certain type of person. Lumberjacks, hunters, gatherers, craftsmen, warriors, and sorcerers. In our time, they have acquired new tools and titles, trading the knowledge of the ancients for modern innovations. This is sad, it is wrong. However, the spirit of the Baldrian remains unchanged. You can't fool a person who hears the howl of wolves and the creak of black oak behind the window every night. Their heart will always prevail. But unfortunately, this is not true for everyone. Many here have their own difficult baggage, and nature constantly challenges them. Not everyone copes with this well. Some prefer to ignore their burden, while others fall into despair. The spirit of the Baldrian, its personal code, rather disapproves of the idea of sharing someone else's burden. Everyone understands that a shared burden only gives the other person temporary relief and does not disappear. A person must accept all their emotional wounds and find strength within themselves first, in order to overcome its weight. Then they will not only realize their place in life, nature, and Baldr itself, but will also be able to discern the path among the leaves that will lead them. Some of those whose burden has broken their back try to find their happiness outside this border town. They try to convince themselves that they have found a brighter, warmer place. That in the deceptive bleating of the herd, they will be able to drown out the cry of horror from their own existence. But the spirit of Baldr remains in a person forever, once it has been within them. The all-consuming, alluring call of the last border between the incomprehensible, but attractively true, and the comforting, but false. Deep down, this person will always feel a newfound emptiness that they did not have before they met Baldr. In the end, they will always return here. My personal wish for all the inhabitants of Baldr: realize yourselves in being. Understand that you are in the most advantageous position. Baldr is not a lonely hut in the middle of a menacing dark forest, where only the fiercest survives, nor is it a henhouse, packed to the brim with clucking hens pecking at grain from a trough, while they lay eggs. Baldr is a place where everyone is given a choice, an opportunity, a bow and spear, a sickle and hammer, a pen and a pie, work and glory. It was carved out in the middle of a hostile wilderness by the efforts of brave and free people. And it nurtures this spirit. Soon, the champions of false values from the cozy confines of settled territory will clash and tear each other's throats, as they have done since time immemorial. And only Baldr and similar rare places will be able to stand and maintain their dignity. Do not be deceived! The true future lies with you.
07.03.779 The works of Gunngir's students pleased Philip so much that he even gave them all a bonus (+25) in addition to the main reward. The man was confident that these comments would interest the readers of the "Chronicles" and make Baldr a more attractive place for tourists. Or maybe he was just glad that after two weeks of waiting, someone finally responded to his request.
On February twentieth, Virgil said goodbye to the city's residents and his students, sharing words of wisdom with the latter (Gulveig +3 to Faith, +3 to Endurance) before leaving with Theodahad Bors to Marion. The knight himself, for reasons known only to him, thanked Gulveig for the tour and the "right decision," giving her an accessory he had purchased earlier as a farewell gift (Gulveig + "pazori").
Heavy rains fell at the end of February and the beginning of March, so Gunngir's first assignment had to be postponed. Nevertheless, this event was inevitable: on the seventh day of the new month, all adult students of Gunngir, with the exception of Shino and Daniel, were gathered in the southern part of the city and soon sent to Tamfana with the task of persuading the ruler of these lands to help in the search for the origin of Yua.
Tamfana The capital of the County of Tamfana, with the same name, is one of the largest cities in Eugean and, moreover, is currently the political center of this province. According to the tradition that has developed after the war, a representative of Eugean is elected from among the counts or vicounts of Eugean by the votes of other aristocratic landowners of this province. Today, the leader of Eugean was Leon Julius Lunge, a descendant of the warrior Nakiri, who received land from King Albert as a reward for his bravery in the war. Compared to Baldr, Tamfana seemed very bustling, noisy, and even dirty. The inhabitants moved through the streets of the city in crowds, like ants in an anthill, stopped to do their business, and continued on their way, not allowing the stone roads to rest from the trampling of their feet. Here and there, smoke from numerous workshops could be seen, and the sounds of clanging steel and loud voices could be heard all around. For Gunngir's students, who were accustomed to the slow pace of Baldr, such a change could be both exciting and interesting, as well as confusing and frightening. Since their time in this city was limited, it was decided that the travelers would limit themselves to one district of the city. Veserod's mental health is halved (but he gets +200 selics from sheep).
The Lunge House's holdings ✧Kreutz Rabe Castle ! The fortified residence of the Count of Tamfana, is one of the most impregnable fortresses in Western Vesteria, although it does not stand out for its architectural beauty. ✧Hunting grounds ✧Tamfana Lake
City Center ✧Arena★ ★★ A place for various competitions. ✧Fritz's Workshop A store with a large assortment of useful equipment for combat. ✧Kaleidoscope An alchemical store. ✧Chronicles of Eugean A news publication covering events in Serberia in general and Eugean in particular. ✧Stained Glass A bookstore. ✧Ferender's Forge A weapons store. ✧Tamfana Market A place for selling various goods, in particular - food products. ✧Bulletin Board★! Job offers and other announcements are posted here. ✧Flower Shop A store where flowers and gardening supplies are sold. ✧Magic Horn★ A popular public catering place in the city. ✧ Taut String A store of cheap musical instruments. ✧River Maiden A statue of one of the symbols of Tamfana.
Kalentia had seen similar cities in her childhood, albeit briefly. Like now, she only visited them in passing – during her and her mother’s journey to Serberia. Despite this, the local hustle and bustle still seemed unusual and, to some extent, captivating to her. It seemed like only a day’s journey to Baldur – but the difference in atmosphere was as if you had traveled to the other side of the world. Fortunately, the group had time to explore and get acquainted with Tamfana, even if only with one of its districts, and there was no need to immediately go to the local ruler. Therefore, curious about the weapons produced here, the girl decided to visit the Fererender forge. Perhaps she even had enough money for a souvenir.
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