The world of Ulm
The Ulm. I remember the Ulm. They always called it 'the Ulm.' I think it was called the Ulmfirand. But Ulm will do. I remember the Ulm.
Temperature
I remember the temperature. I do.
I remember the cold nights. The frostbitten hands. I remember shepards bounding lakes with hammers, to make holes into ice, so their herds could drink. And that was just the summer. Cold summer. But my fires were warm. Fires were always warm. The Firewood gave incredible heat and grew fast. Most of my Iron was smelted in Firewood. The summer was nice. At nights, it dropped down to -10 C during days, it was +20. Warm.
Food
I remember the Herds. The fields growing food. I remember.
I remember large herds. Herds of pigs, sheep and other animals. I remember how they pushed against each other in the cold and how herders were always awake, to fend off wild wolves attacks. The herders had many belts. Many bows. And they had shelter for the winter. But they spent the warm season outside, down of the hills - animals got good food from there. And their families worked up in the mountains, cutted wheat and grew food for themselves and the animals. Herders return in late autumn. They put their large herds in stables and fed them. Stables were large. They were warm. There was food. Animals were happy there. And shepards were happy to see their families. I remember that. I remember children walking down the hills twice a week, in a large group to protect from predators. Oldest had a sword or bardiche or bow and arrows. The next year, the Oldest would have been full grown shepards and new oldest would have chosen. The children returned the same night, with backpacks full of their families products - the milk, the cheese, sometimes even meat. It was a hard packbag to carry up the hill. But straps that I made for the bags were superior quality - straps we made for the bags. The Cloth around the bag broke, but never the straps.
I remember the hunts in the winter - people from the village, both women and men, went on hunts. They hunted the wild animals - the rabbits, the elk, the wolves and even the slumbering bears. They went away from their homes for week or two. Mostly they returned with a lot of valuable fur and meat being towed behind them on sleds. Hunts meant that shepards families required to kill less of their herd, making them richer. Besides, it gave them warm fur to inline my - our - made armors. And fur gave warmth.
The wheat they grew did not produce much food. But it could stand against the cold winter. And animals also hate the straw part of the wheat. And then there were beet - sugar beet and honey. A lot of honey. They made mead out of it. They made candy out of it. Candy was not only for kids, but to survive the hunts and for cold nights down in the plain lands. I remember that youngsters, women and men who could not walk very well tended the fields. I remember the men taking care of the herds. I remember the hunts. I remember the animal fat dripping onto myself, when my master ate a warm chunk of elk. Elk which he had killed. I remember. I still do.
Smithing
I remember the marshes and swamps downhill. I do. Unlike small rivers and lakes, swamps rarely froze - they generated heat. I remember the smell of the swamp. I do. Most of the ore was brought from the swamps. Most the metal came from the swamps. Because men had no time to mine the land properly. Because we lived up in the mountains, were it was warmer. And to dig into mountain is a tough job.
I remember the bog peat. I remember it being used in furnace to smelt the iron. I remember it being used in winter together with Firewood trees, to warm the place. I remember the heat it gave. I remember it. I remember smiths and their helpers going down into swamps - into buildings and staying there days. Then one of the came back up hill and said, "it is time" and most of the village went, they carried bog peat inside of the bags and beasts of burden towed carts full of Bog Iron ore uphill. It was a good a life. The carts often broke, but rarely did our smithwork brake - it was the wood around it that broke. Our handwork rarely broke. I still remember that.
And the smith with his or her helpers had always work. There was always something to do. The rocky hills. They were only places suitable for wheat, beacuse down in the plains, animals would get the wheat, cold would have froze it and hinder its growth and land was not as fertile. But hills were rocky. And often we had to make repairs or resmelt broken tools of warming. And often we made nails, many nails, for houses - for new carts.
Armor
And when we were not making house tools, we made tools of war. Because we were rich - we had leather, we had iron, we had food and we had heat. People behind the hills that protected the plains, they did not have that. They often attacked us. Especially during winter. They wanted food. They wanted our women. They wanted our fur. Often our hunters met them in the forests, looking for us. Often they went into combat.'
Often corpses of our hunters were returned on sledges by their brothers in arm. But often there were plenty of goods stripped from enemy soldiers on board of that sledge as well. Our hunters knew the hills and the forests. They knew how to stay invisible. They had to - to hunt. But the enemy did not know that. Often we managed to land a surprise attacks. I felt how my - our - made arrows pierced through the skulls and bodies of enemy. I saw how the enemy looked around, looking for source of that Arrow and rarely finding him. And then another arrow would come. Practice of shooting arrows at agile wolves trying to kill your herd, made Ulmers good archers.
Our hunters wore chain mail armor. I - we - made many of those rings. Very many. These rings were light weight. There were often two or three layers of them, and leather in between of those layers. It was bulky, but our women knew how to make leather flexible enough to allow hiding and movement, while protecting the body. I remember every youngster, before becoming a herder, spent a year for making himself a armor - they went down hill, into the bogs, and learned the art of mining the bogs for bog metal and for bog peat. And when they had enough ore, they carried it to my masters house and then helped him in making the rings for chain-mail armor. They knew how the armor was made. That meant they knew how to quickly repair it. We fixed many armors, because quick repairs were still repairs - a masterful armor could only be properly repaired by a smith. And families which were poorer or who could not allow chain mail armor took the armor of enemies, resmelted it or simply used leather armor. Even women and children wore leather armor. Because you'll never know when the cold hits or when enemy decides to attack. And every woman and man knew to how to aim an arrow, how to hold up the shield and how stab with a spear or an axe.
Weapons
I remember the bloody one handed axes. Made specifically for attacking someone, be it a bear, an angry elk or enemy soldier. I remember the daggers. Every child older than 6 had a dagger. Their mother thought them, how to use the dagger. The dagger was used in cutting the kill. For defending oneself. Even for cutting the meat for the dinner. Every village had several sharpening stones. They were the village property. And eldery women and men, who could not do else, sat there and sharpened the dull blades. And when the blades broke, we fix them. Many of them.
During the hunts - in the winter - most hunters carried the axe, the dagger and a shield with them. The design of shield was simple - there was the iron ring, it was strong. Then there were two iron bars, crossing the ring, forming an X shape. They were slightly bent, to strenghten the shield. Then the shield was covered with leather - with good and strong leather. And then the hand parts and leather part to carry the shield on back were added. Then the leather was painted with whatever insigna that the family had. One could carry a specially designed backpack on top of that shield. And if attacked, wielding the shield - dropping the backpack would loosen the straps that held the shield on wearers back, from there it was only the matter of opening the metal straps and shield would be ready to be carried. That move took maximum 10 seconds. Usually less. Depended of desing of the straps.
The axe usually hung on the belt or was attached to the backpack. A single simple move would have released the iron latches. The dagger was attached to the belt. A special scabbard made of mostly leather - it was usually buttoned, that even if man would have fallen into strong streams, who would have lost everything - the shield, the axe, the backpack, the dagger would still be attached to his belt - and unless the man lost his belt, they would still have the dagger. The daggers were beautiful. We made so many of them. So beautiful was our handwork. Oh how I miss it.
The bow. I do not know much about the bow. It was not the long bow that our enemies used. It was shorter. They carried bow on the on side of the backpack and arrows in quiver on other. In case of battle, the backpack would be dropped. And again, releasing both the quiver and the bow was the matter of simply pushing on the straps. Oh we made so many straps and so many arrow heads. Designed to stay in the enemy.
The faith
The smelthing of the dead
Ulmers had no faith. We believed that burning our deads in the fire of smelter would pass that persons soul onwards to the tool next made. The dead were usually burned in the fires and smelted into arrow heads or sharpening stone iron. That way, the dead could have still aided the Living in their fight. And that was honorbale. The sharpening iron was all used up, the dead would have passed onwards. To the realm of death. Having served the Ulm and their family in both Life and Death. And when their tools would finally broke and serve their family, then these tools would be smelted in the fire and made part of the smelter. Then the soul could escape the realm of death. And live in The Realm. And Live a Happy, peaceful and Simple life with their family.
But my master was never offered this honor. His soul is stuck in the realm of death. He has not been honored. He did not serve his family. His family was not offered the same honor. THOSE DIRTY MONGRELS. EVERY WEAPON I SMITH SHALL BE IN HONOR OF MY MASTER. I WILL RETURN MY MASTER TO THIS REALM. The doors of death are strong. I know that much. I do not know where they are. I do not know where death has hidden himself. But I WILL FIND THESE DOORS. Come out, come out wherever you are. Death. You took what was mine. You think you can hold every last Ancient Ulmer, who were not smelted in tools to serve in death. You think you can do that. You think WRONG. I shall conquer you. I shall not leave my master in your vile clutches. To suffer in the death. In dis honor. I SHALL POUND EVERY DOOR WITH EVERY LAST TOOL OF WAR I CAN MAKE AND I SHALL FIND YOUR DOOR. I WILL CONQUER YOU. The DEATH. I AM IMMORTAL, I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU. The Realm of death shall echo when my swords smash whatever trickery and defenders your realm may have. I will return those who were not honored. I will give them chance to join their families in The Realm.
MY MASTER SHALL BE RETURNED TO ME. HE SHALL LIVE HIS LIFE AGAIN AND WHEN HE DIES, HIS CORPSE SHALL BE HONORED. HE SHALL BE SMITHED INTO STATUE AND INTO WEAPONS AND EVERY NEXT TOOL OR WEAPON I CREATE, IT SHALL BE EMPOWERED WITH HIS STRENGTH. HIS STATUE WOULD BE LIKE ME. IMMORTAL. AND WE WOULD SMITH FOREVER.
But this my realm. I shall make an altar of Anvil and hammer in every town center. In every village center. And People shall pray. And people shall talk of conquering the death. And People shall tell tales in the cold winter nights, while viewing this anvil, of my master. And I shall speak through that anvil. And when I have the strength, I shall smith through those anvils. They shall forge the weapons of war or tools of peace. These anvils shall aid the villagers, if their faith is strong enough.
Conclusion
I remember the Ancient Ulm. It was a cold land. We lived up in the mountains. During summers women and children grew ulm wheat - this wheat had incredible resistance to cold and it stalks fed the herds. During summer the herders herded their herds down in the plains. And when winter became too cold for plains, they herded their herds up into their villages. Everyone hunted in winter. They were tough. Hunting was hard, but it spared the cattle, the pigs and beast of burden. And it gave good warm fur.
The Ancient ulmer wore either leather armor or mixture of leather and chain. They battled the wild animals, the wild men beyond the mountains. They used their shortbows, their axes, their daggers to fight. They knew the land - the forest.
Their axes were made out of Bog ore. Most of the metal came from marshes and swamps. But it was good metal. The fires burned thanks to Firewood plant together with swamp peat. And the smithing was held in honor.
The dead were burned, their souls would be stuck in the realm of death until tools smithed out of the iron would broke. And these tools would be smelted entirely in the fires of smelter. And souls would be free to join their deceased family in the Realm. The paradise of Ulmers.
The life of Ulmers were tough. The winter was tough, even in summer the lakes often froze. The was not too much food to go fat. There was not enough firewood to make houses boil in heat. But there were tough Ulmers. Much love and many kids. And good smiths.
I still remember. And I shall reshape the Ulm in the image of Old. I still remember. And I will find the DEATH. And I will slay the Death, imprison him in the realm of Death. And make sure that the unhonored ones could be honored. I WILL FIND MY MASTER, RETURN HIM TO ME AND WE SHALL SMITH NEW TOOLS FOREVER. FOREVER. Oh my master, how I miss you. I still remember you. I shall smith this world in YOUR NAME. In Your VISION. I am the Anvil. The Smith of this world. I - We - Shall be honored in this world. I shall find the gates of Death. And I shall defeat anyone who comes in my way. For I am THE ANVIL. and I still remember my master, his world and our life. I still remember.
I shall find your warriors, your creatures, I shall pound their heads into pieces. I SHALL HAVE MY MASTER RETURNED TO ME. FEAR ME DEATH. EXPECT ME.
I still remember.
I am the anvil.
I still remember.
The Anvil
Remember.
My master.
DEATH, HEAR ME, GIVE ME BACK MY MASTER!
I will take him back.
Oh, how I miss him.
Miss.
Master, Master, oh master, where are you? Where has death hidden you? Where have those dirty mongrels who killed you hidden themselves. I will find you. I will torture those mongrels. We will become one again.
I do not want to be alone.
I miss you.
Master.
I still remember.
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Edit: good enough for world setup?