Today's adventure took the death knight west. Out of the city of Rhy'Din by almost a dozen miles or more, to a town on the trade way there. It was part of the more round-about way of getting to Fool's Luck Bay and the Starport, though more recent, more direct roads have rendered this one obsolete. The town itself was dying, true, cut off from the influx of money made from the traders as they moved between the Starport, and the city of Rhy'Din.
The town was called Chachin's Folly.
And it took him the better part of the day to get there, even while starting early in the morning.
From what little he asked to understand from the populace, Chachin was the name of the man who founded this town. He was actually rather quite lost, wandering around in the woods that flanked both sides until he found the road that had been built in the previous age. When he did, Chachin considered himself saved, and ran out into the road to praise whatever gods or lord he gave credit to for the save.
Rather unfortunate enough for the man leaping out into the road, a rider just happened to be galloping by and ran him down, trampling at full tilt.
Chachin survived, and took it as a sign from his gods that this was the place that the greatest city ever known would spring from. From here, Rhy'Din City itself would be swallowed in glory, grandeur, and stupendousness.
Thus was Haradon founded.
He convinced traders to settle, built houses, stores, stables, and the people came and they stayed. Traders moved in and past, offering up wares and services, or staying a night or two in the inn to rest dusty boots. Haradon flourished, and it did so for a great time, until the announcement rippled through the lands that a pass through the mountains to the south had been discovered and mapped, cutting the travel time between Fool's Luck and Rhy'Din by almost three days.
The traders stopped coming; everyone wished to try the new route. Some would return, Chachin knew, and he tried to convince the townsfolk of Haradon to remain.
They would not.
In the end, Chachin's grand experiment was a failure and the city was renamed "Chachin's Folly" in remembrance of the man who ran out into the road without looking, and became crippled by a galloping horse. It was given the name the day he died, not soon followed by his widow.
For an age, the town stood empty, and delapidated. Eventually, the city of Rhy'Din grew outward, as it consistantly does, and some bit out of the city some local farmers discovered the ruins of Chachin's Folly and mended the floorboards, and walls, and roofs.
Now Chachin's Folly is an active town, if not a rich one. Traders continued to move back and forth down the road, just as Chachin said they would, but there was only just enough activity on the road to keep Chachin's Folly the size it was now. It would never become a bustling metropolis.
No, it was a farmer's town, supplying a great amount of food that rolled into Rhy'Din City. He didn't know of any specific contracts -- like a brewery supplying the Red Dragon with orcish swill instead of proper ale -- but he knew where most of the goods went. Farms had animals, as well, and that is what brought him here today.
Walking down the street and offering a slight nod to one of the farmers who was hefting a large bale of hay, Jodiah Ayreg was in Chachin's Folly this day.
The town was called Chachin's Folly.
And it took him the better part of the day to get there, even while starting early in the morning.
From what little he asked to understand from the populace, Chachin was the name of the man who founded this town. He was actually rather quite lost, wandering around in the woods that flanked both sides until he found the road that had been built in the previous age. When he did, Chachin considered himself saved, and ran out into the road to praise whatever gods or lord he gave credit to for the save.
Rather unfortunate enough for the man leaping out into the road, a rider just happened to be galloping by and ran him down, trampling at full tilt.
Chachin survived, and took it as a sign from his gods that this was the place that the greatest city ever known would spring from. From here, Rhy'Din City itself would be swallowed in glory, grandeur, and stupendousness.
Thus was Haradon founded.
He convinced traders to settle, built houses, stores, stables, and the people came and they stayed. Traders moved in and past, offering up wares and services, or staying a night or two in the inn to rest dusty boots. Haradon flourished, and it did so for a great time, until the announcement rippled through the lands that a pass through the mountains to the south had been discovered and mapped, cutting the travel time between Fool's Luck and Rhy'Din by almost three days.
The traders stopped coming; everyone wished to try the new route. Some would return, Chachin knew, and he tried to convince the townsfolk of Haradon to remain.
They would not.
In the end, Chachin's grand experiment was a failure and the city was renamed "Chachin's Folly" in remembrance of the man who ran out into the road without looking, and became crippled by a galloping horse. It was given the name the day he died, not soon followed by his widow.
For an age, the town stood empty, and delapidated. Eventually, the city of Rhy'Din grew outward, as it consistantly does, and some bit out of the city some local farmers discovered the ruins of Chachin's Folly and mended the floorboards, and walls, and roofs.
Now Chachin's Folly is an active town, if not a rich one. Traders continued to move back and forth down the road, just as Chachin said they would, but there was only just enough activity on the road to keep Chachin's Folly the size it was now. It would never become a bustling metropolis.
No, it was a farmer's town, supplying a great amount of food that rolled into Rhy'Din City. He didn't know of any specific contracts -- like a brewery supplying the Red Dragon with orcish swill instead of proper ale -- but he knew where most of the goods went. Farms had animals, as well, and that is what brought him here today.
Walking down the street and offering a slight nod to one of the farmers who was hefting a large bale of hay, Jodiah Ayreg was in Chachin's Folly this day.