Topic: Westmarche

Aullere

Date: 2012-09-14 09:44 EST
The Province of Westmarche was happened upon by the Captain's of the fleet, completely by accident. The Whiskey Eyed Trading Company had been in business for several years and had run Trade Routes between the Cities of Rhydin, Serendipity and T'sel, which included all ports in between.

While most business was legitimate, there were those that just skimmed on the cusp of the unspoken. It was during one of those journeys, a battle at sea had left one of their ships limping and a safe haven was required. The damaged ship was heavy with loot and it was a constant list to and fro.

Like a beacon in the night, Westmarche called them into it's harbor proper.

Of course, the declaration was made by some of the residents that the small province had been overtaken by hordes of pirates, but they were soon enjoying the coin that was flowing into its economy in droves. It was there and at the hand of Prince Duncan Raulfsson, Letter's of Marquis were signed and it was privately agreed that as long as no harm came at the hand of the fleet, a blind eye would be turned to several matter's that were ongoing and prosperous.

Homes were established; the crewmen built their lives on land when they were not at sea. Children were raised, security was managed and life evolved. As time went on, the fleet continued to grow to an unexpected 7 fully outfitted ships that ranged from acquired Galleons to Schooners. Which left a large population of crewmen and their growing families.

While there was a heavy camaraderie between Captain?s, Aullere Rheinhart-Moir, Sinclaire Creauchelle, Keifer MacDougall, Tony D'Vrey and Owain Bran, there were many times , that fists came to fly and swords were unsheathed. The constant upheaval wore on some, when their contracts ran high. Each having their own dabble in things that did not include the Fleet, much argument came from the exposure these could bring to the Company and risk it?s topple into nothingness.

(tbc)

Aullere

Date: 2012-09-14 09:46 EST
Westmarche itself consisted of a population comprised of mostly of farmers. Houses, barns, shed, and animal pens clustered around the center of the small city, which was surrounded by plowed fields and pastures.

Most were born, toiled, married, had children and later died within the province, rarely venturing beyond its boundaries. Only one castle dominated the area, and it was inhabited by Prince Ranulfsson.
As the years went by and Westmarche grew, stone roads, buildings, churches and marketplaces left little room for orchards, fields, and grazing, and the new growth soon lost rural roots and became more and more urbanized. Animal traffic made congested roads filthy, and water supplies were limited. Some women spent the entire day drawing water from wells.

Merchants began trading with those of other cities and treaties were formed to protect those carrying goods from one city to another, with these caravans often protected by government troops. Within the city, merchants often swore association to protect each other within the walls.
Westmarche held markets at least once a week in the square, where stalls were set up and local merchants would sell their wares.

Fair?s were held once or twice a year that attracted foreign merchants from distant lands bringing fine woolens, silks, carpets and other items not available from local shops. These fairs would attract strolling minstrels, performing tumblers and acrobats, and animal acts with trained bears and horses.

When merchants found they could accomplish more as a group rather than through individual effort, they banded together to form something called a guild. Guilds formed for bakers, butchers, grocers, millers, smiths, carpenters, weavers, mason, shoemakers, in fact, nearly every trade had its own guild. Standards such as just weights and measures evolved from the guilds, and searchers would inspect shops to ensure rules were being followed. Guilds would help members that were sick, or in trouble, and would sometimes take care of families after the member died.

Apprenticeship was how most started in a particular trade, which they would follow the rest of their lives. Apprentices were often also the master's domestic servant and helper, and his workday was long indeed. After completing an apprenticeship, the appropriate guild would examine his work and see if he could be elevated to journeyman status. This was taken quite literally, as the worker would journey from town to town to learn more about the trade. Journeymen were required to create a "masterpiece" in the presence of judges to be elevated to master status. At this point, the journeyman would place his hand on a Bible and swear allegiance to the guild and his craft.

Westmarche was now home to the Whiskey Eyed Trading Company and nothing would ever be the same.