Wednesday the 3rd - World-build-tober
"Draw a Small Village in your world."
p.s. The Updated World-build-tober says 'draw or describe'..
Welcome to the Village of Breyvern,
Located in the south of the Lake of Brey, Home of the city of Breylake. Breyvern is home to many of Breylakes Denizens, because of Land.
Breylake is an island in the middle of a lake, it has two major bridges and several smaller ones, upon which people have built their homes. Almost every part of the main bridges are used as support beams to these homes, and as they are the main thoroughfare, they have become business-fronts, shops, locations for trade, cafes and the like.
But this means that land is expensive.
So the local fish farmers have to live somewhere, So several Villages and even small towns, have appeared on the outskirts of the lake, built up from the swamps and shacks, so the locals can eek out a living, catching the famous Beefish.
But I digress, back to the village of Breyvern.
Breyvern is barely a village. They have a Tavern, a Main Hall and a Blacksmith, So they qualify. Sure the Main Hall is the Mayors Dining room, open to the public, and the Blacksmith is only open two days a week, but it qualifies.
Visitors to Breyvern are rare, you'd need to know how to operate a skip and pole your way through the dangerous Beefish filled waters of Breylake, but if you can make it, the locals are a friendly lot, open to travellers and keen on stories from afar.
The Smith, Ghurlock Fleshcer, is more of a tinkerer, a wiry thin man, who uses pulleys and pumps to heat his forge and hammer the metal, he fires up on weekends to nut out some tools or parts for the locals. That said, he has been known to forge a blade or two in his time.
The Bartender Durthy Glasser, Son of departed Bartender Maxim Glasser, Is a large but quiet man, his wife runs the kitchen and his kids help around the bar. Locals visit as a place to meet there partners for the evening, The night before weekends is usually a small gathering to drink away the cold nights of winter or participate in village games in the summer.
The Mayor, or Mayoress depending if you talk to a traditionalist or these new age modern types, Is Lady Kybuttz Flescher, related to Ghurlock through their great grandparents. She took on the role when her husband passed away and since she was pretty much doing it behind the scenes while he was alive, everyone just assumed she'd be mayor anyway.
The Rest of the town are Fisher-folk, they rise early, check their traps and head off to market, 2 hours sail/rowing to the city, to sell to the merchants. If they make enough, they buy local goods with their meagre haul, and return to the lake to see if they can't take in an extra bite to take home for dinner.
The partners of the fisherfolk, dry out the fish into jerky and travel over to the nearby village of Holmesbridge, inland, to sell to any traveller who has left Breylake in the morning, as they'd arrive at Holmesbridge by lunch and Beefish jerky is a good travel food, that can last a few weeks.
Their life is hard and harsh, Beefish stampedes kill at least a few fisherfolk of the lake each year, usually young types without properly skill or old folk who can't get out of the way in time, but the lifeblood of the region is Beefish..
As to date, no-one has taken the time to check with locals as to what a beefish looks like, let alone draw it. everyone assumes its just a fish, that tastes a little like beef..
but...
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