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05-29-08, 01:53 AM
The village was nameless; when the population doesn't even reach the hundreds, everyone starts getting their own ideas about what it should be called. "Hovel," "Burg," "Fieldington," "Middletown". Everyone makes their suggestion, usually a few times per generation, but in the end, it's still just marked on maps with a 'dot', indicating that there just aren't enough people there to waste ink on penning its name anyways.
It does get confusing when all one can refer to it as is "here", or "there" though. Certainly, no one wanted to call it "home". No one, save the Worthingtons.
Staked out in the same white-washed farm house for 6 generations now, the Worthington family made their living in a multitude of unsavory ways. The eldest, so old that even her children had forgotten her name and resorted to calling her "Gran," spun yarn. The wool was stolen by her son Boris, from the sheep at the Hunnigan farm three houses down. Boris' son Milos, the brawn of the operation, made sure that the Hunnigan's weren't too upset about this. At least, that they didn't express how upset they were to the local militia. Walter Hunnigan's black eyes were a testament to how convincing Milos could be. The list of fun family misdemeanors was nearly endless and the Worthington farm was left isolated and ignored by the rest of the populous of "Burg" or "Fieldington".
Along with Gran, Boris, and Milos, there was also Boris' second son Tallen, their sister Emilya, her husband Sedrick, their fourteen-year-old son Drogan, and the pride and joy of the family, their six-year-old daughter Tatjana.
Although misfits among the community, the family was very close and looked after one another.
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The main income in the family was brought in by Milos, Tallen, Sedrick, and Drogan, all of whom had become more than proficient grave robbers. Boris had spent his teenage years as an apprentice crypt keeper, stowing away the dead, and sealing away their possessions that they might want in the afterlife. He passed this information down to his favorite son, Milos, who had a different idea about what the dead might need in the afterlife: Nothing. Milos, his knowledge of where the juciest spoils could be pinched, Tallen's way with a lockpick, and Sedrick and Drogan as vigilant look-outs, combined to form a tomb-raiding task-force that the dead would never see coming.
So successful were they, that the fair people of "Hovel," or "Middletown," had made a practice of selling off their earthly possessions when death was looming, knowing very well that it would just fill the Worthington coffers one day anyways. Business had become slow in the recent years, until the day Tallen returned home with a spring in his step and a rolled up peice of parchment in his hand.
It does get confusing when all one can refer to it as is "here", or "there" though. Certainly, no one wanted to call it "home". No one, save the Worthingtons.
Staked out in the same white-washed farm house for 6 generations now, the Worthington family made their living in a multitude of unsavory ways. The eldest, so old that even her children had forgotten her name and resorted to calling her "Gran," spun yarn. The wool was stolen by her son Boris, from the sheep at the Hunnigan farm three houses down. Boris' son Milos, the brawn of the operation, made sure that the Hunnigan's weren't too upset about this. At least, that they didn't express how upset they were to the local militia. Walter Hunnigan's black eyes were a testament to how convincing Milos could be. The list of fun family misdemeanors was nearly endless and the Worthington farm was left isolated and ignored by the rest of the populous of "Burg" or "Fieldington".
Along with Gran, Boris, and Milos, there was also Boris' second son Tallen, their sister Emilya, her husband Sedrick, their fourteen-year-old son Drogan, and the pride and joy of the family, their six-year-old daughter Tatjana.
Although misfits among the community, the family was very close and looked after one another.
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The main income in the family was brought in by Milos, Tallen, Sedrick, and Drogan, all of whom had become more than proficient grave robbers. Boris had spent his teenage years as an apprentice crypt keeper, stowing away the dead, and sealing away their possessions that they might want in the afterlife. He passed this information down to his favorite son, Milos, who had a different idea about what the dead might need in the afterlife: Nothing. Milos, his knowledge of where the juciest spoils could be pinched, Tallen's way with a lockpick, and Sedrick and Drogan as vigilant look-outs, combined to form a tomb-raiding task-force that the dead would never see coming.
So successful were they, that the fair people of "Hovel," or "Middletown," had made a practice of selling off their earthly possessions when death was looming, knowing very well that it would just fill the Worthington coffers one day anyways. Business had become slow in the recent years, until the day Tallen returned home with a spring in his step and a rolled up peice of parchment in his hand.