Harvardr is made up almost entirely of yurts. While any single building may be disassembled and reassembled elsewhere, there are always enough left here that it has become it's own little village. What was once wholly a mobile camp of fisherman, sealers and whalers placed to take advantage of migrations is now just as likely to have full families, some who have been there for several generations.
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Harvardr is made up almost entirely of yurts. While any single building may be disassembled and reassembled elsewhere, there are always enough left here that it has become it's own little village. What...
A sprawling pall of anxiety fell over the village of Havardr, as the last of the suns set over the horizon, and the moons made their appearance in the clear, star-shine of twilight. The clear skies seemed a good omen for what would be their ongoing whaling expedition off the middle coast of...
Kasoria grunted out the words as he finished the last few inches of flesh on his face. The razor glided over the stubble until it was sheared away, and he studied his reflection in the cracked mirror. He wiped...
Mirq cried true tears, the kind only the greedy and debauched could over the sum of gold and onyx of Rorom's personal treasure that he was committing to this endeavor. B...but... It's so much.
And they need a fleet worthy of Havardr. Rorom grumbled at his greedy bosun. I don't want to hear a...
The villagers of Havardr were gathered around the trenches dug along the crest of the hill that broke and separated the beaches and shoreline from the rest of mainland Scalvoris. It was more of a spine, that ran north and south, toward the river and then north toward Almund’s outskirts. Several...
They'd descended upon Havardr in the morning, just before midday. Nearly a platoon's worth of them. Dancers, revelers, weavers. Flipping their streamers and multi-colored banners in between twirling, kicking, and swaying bodies. By the time most of the village would've been picking up its catch and...
It was early morning in Rorom and Dana’s yurt. The hearthfire had long since expired, in spite of the occasional stoking that Rorom did every other hour during which he woke. By the time the suns were coming around the horizon, and the moons fading from sight, smoke billowed from the tube-like...
In fact, it did not take mere moments to construct a workable forge area. Rorom underestimated just how much heat was needed to make a metal shaping-hot. An open flame simply wouldn't suffice. They'd need a rotary blower, a furnace, and fuel enough to burn for their...
The winds lapped merrily at the back of the Onyx Cascade, whipping up throngs of unsecure rigging, yet at the same time filling the belly of her sails with the force of a weak storm. Rorom didn't know what Scalvoris called their Vhalar weather, but it certainly beat the chill of Viden, or the...
”Karem help them!” gasped Elise Shmickel, as she and Oram approached the sad collection of improvised lean-tos and half-ruined tents. The Chief Ranger followed Elise’s gaze towards “them”, a desperate-looking knot of men, women, children, huddling near an inadequate number of...
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39th of Vhalar 720
The day after Breachfang's defeat was one of solemn jubilation for the people of Havardr. While the beast's vicious reign over their fishing waters was at an end, and the heroes who'd dispatched it had been paid by...
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The wooden planks of the Havardr docks clattered noisily as Darius landed upon them. The leather boots that he wore were scuffed and tired, having carried his footsteps across many locales. The cold that greeted him in Havardr...
The shipment of fish and whale oil was stowed away in his cargo, neatly in barrels and other containers. Now all he needed was to get his damned ship moving through the hustle and bustle of Havadr's port. He unhitched it from the pole on the pier, and then set about lowering the...
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