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In the mountains Gallenien Yorikovich sat on the porch of his home, thankful that this day off was not sullied by rain with a bottle at his side. The harvest had been completed and as such it was time. Most autumn days here in the mountains were wet and damp, even if there was not that much mud around here. His home was a rental lodge in a small village mainly made of sixty or so such buildings, as well as a few storehouses, sheds, workshops, a state store and a tavern. Around it was a few farmhouses as well as fields and pastures were cattle were raised and a modest crop of potatoes and wheat was put down to meet some of the local food needs. More importantly there was the mine. The official name for the place was Probationary Settlement-13 though most people called it Othodyselo, the Waste Village.

About a kilometer north of this small town was the slightly older detentional labour mining camp DRCM-38, which had been in operation for about eight years now. There was a force of detentional laborers digging up the coal rich rock and sacking it for transportation to a river landing which was over a hundred kilometers of mountain road from here. There was more than a thousand men up there. Bandits, Defeated Warriors, General Criminals, Pirates, Slave Traders and Rebels against Infrastructure. Gallenien had managed to make a bit of a name for himself among his with three kills in his belt before he had the horse shot out from beneath him and had come back to consciousness with chains around his armies with and was carted to this wretched place. From what he gathered there were not many more captured warriors being brought here nowadays what with Infrastructure now ruling the entire Coldlands, but there was the occasional riot in the Northern coastal areas. There was also a few hundred women up there, being confined to a special female section of the compound. Female rioters, bandits, criminals and the wives and daughters of warriors who had fought back when Infrastructural riflemen took villages from their rightful owners.

Many people died in there and the supply of workers was constantly refreshed, but not every inmate had that fate. Every know and again, the people in charge, through a complex system that he did not nor desire to fully understand decided to release one or more of the in-mates in labour teams that were quiet and productive, or were crippled in an accident and had not caused trouble. Usually about once a month two to five of them would be released, sometimes more and sometimes less. Once they were released they ended up Othodyselo, as part of their probation stipulated that they could not move more than 30 kilometers from their former jail for the next eight years and the only settlement with warm hearths to fend off the cold was this wretched village. So they ended making a home here. While a couple of people found work as smiths and other artisans, a few more ended up as loggers or cesspit-men and a (a small blessing in Gallenien's book) managed to set up a small tavern most of them ended up either farming in the summer and working a twelve hour shift in the mine during the winter for a small wage. Gallenien knew this well, being among the first people released from the mine into this pitiful excuse for a village. But, if nothing else, their was far more drink available and they set free a few women soon after the first batch of men. The Committee wanted this area inhabited.

His eldest child, Jan came up to see him. So far, he had managed to make three children with his new wife Gelna with a fourth on the way. Among them were two daughters and fortunately a son who had been steady enough. He did not think much about his two girls, finding husbands for them would be no problem in this place. But he held the sentiment that through Jan, and whatever other young men he could bring into the world, he might be able to make sure that one day he would get his revenge on these lackies of the Committee. He knew that other people shared his opinions in this matter and the number of kids being born here was going up. People who were not Enforcers here were not allowed weapons, had already shown a promising skill at throwing rocks. He was thinking about making a bow one day and showing Jan how to shoot arrows, but that would have to wait.

"Father?" Jan asked

"Yeah my boy?" Gallenien said in a slightly slurred tone.

"I heard a few of the enforcers talking," Jan gave the word Enforcer a sneer as he said it which warmed Gallenien's heart. "They said that they were going to set up a school here in a few winters."

"Oh, a school. That's is just great isn't it!" He said angrily. "The Committee sends some worthless fool with a head full of garbage to spit their stupidity at you. Make you forget who you really are. Fuck that worthless shit!" He yelled swinging his bottle with that last sentence, scaring the young man. "I had to listen to that garbage they feed ya about how how bad it is when the strong act strong and proud and the weak are shown there place. I nodded and I repeated it and i got out in the end, I expect the same from you."

"Yes Dad." The six year old boy said quickly, fearing that a beating might come.

"Good. If they set that school up, don't go there. If you wanna make me proud, trash it and burn it for me."

"Yes dad, it sounded stupid anyway."

"That's my boy." He said calmly as he raised his bottle and took a swig in invisible toast. Jan then ran off to try to find something fun to do before his mother gave him some work. Gallenien continued to drink the cheap liquor. There were other places like this, small tightly controlled towns in the mountains. Here the remains of the old warriors of the coldlands settled into their final form, a collection of low class uneducated alcoholics in the foothills of the mountain ranges.

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In the mountains Gallenien Yorikovich sat on the porch of his home, thankful that this day off was not sullied by rain with a bottle at his side. The harvest had been completed and as such it was time. Most autumn days here in the mountains were wet and damp, even if there was not that much mud around here. His home was a rental lodge in a small village mainly made of sixty or so such buildings, as well as a few storehouses, sheds, workshops, a state store and a tavern. Around it was a few farmhouses as well as fields and pastures were cattle were raised and a modest crop of potatoes and wheat was put down to meet some of the local food needs. More importantly there was the mine. The official name for the place was Probationary Settlement-13 though most people called it Othodyselo, the Waste Village.

About a kilometer north of this small town was the slightly older detentional labour mining camp DRCM-38, which had been in operation for about eight years now. There was a force of detentional laborers digging up the coal rich rock and sacking it for transportation to a river landing which was over a hundred kilometers of mountain road from here. There was more than a thousand men up there. Bandits, Defeated Warriors, General Criminals, Pirates, Slave Traders and Rebels against Infrastructure. Gallenien had managed to make a bit of a name for himself among his with three kills in his belt before he had the horse shot out from beneath him and had come back to consciousness with chains around his armies with and was carted to this wretched place. From what he gathered there were not many more captured warriors being brought here nowadays what with Infrastructure now ruling the entire Coldlands, but there was the occasional riot in the Northern coastal areas. There was also a few hundred women up there, being confined to a special female section of the compound. Female rioters, bandits, criminals and the wives and daughters of warriors who had fought back when Infrastructural riflemen took villages from their rightful owners.

Many people died in there and the supply of workers was constantly refreshed, but not every inmate had that fate. Every know and again, the people in charge, through a complex system that he did not nor desire to fully understand decided to release one or more of the in-mates in labour teams that were quiet and productive, or were crippled in an accident and had not caused trouble. Usually about once a month two to five of them would be released, sometimes more and sometimes less. Once they were released they ended up Othodyselo, as part of their probation stipulated that they could not move more than 30 kilometers from their former jail for the next eight years and the only settlement with warm hearths to fend off the cold was this wretched village. So they ended making a home here. While a couple of people found work as smiths and other artisans, a few more ended up as loggers or cesspit-men and a (a small blessing in Gallenien's book) managed to set up a small tavern most of them ended up either farming in the summer and working a twelve hour shift in the mine during the winter for a small wage. Gallenien knew this well, being among the first people released from the mine into this pitiful excuse for a village. But, if nothing else, their was far more drink available and they set free a few women soon after the first batch of men. The Committee wanted this area inhabited.

His eldest child, Jan came up to see him. So far, he had managed to make three children with his new wife Gelna with a fourth on the way. Among them were two daughters and fortunately a son who had been steady enough. He did not think much about his two girls, finding husbands for them would be no problem in this place. But he held the sentiment that through Jan, and whatever other young men he could bring into the world, he might be able to make sure that one day he would get his revenge on these lackies of the Committee. He knew that other people shared his opinions in this matter and the number of kids being born here was going up. People who were not Enforcers here were not allowed weapons, had already shown a promising skill at throwing rocks. He was thinking about making a bow one day and showing Jan how to shoot arrows, but that would have to wait.

"Father?" Jan asked

"Yeah my boy?" Gallenien said in a slightly slurred tone.

"I heard a few of the enforcers talking," Jan gave the word Enforcer a sneer as he said it which warmed Gallenien's heart. "They said that they were going to set up a school here in a few winters."

"Oh, a school. That's is just great isn't it!" He said angrily. "The Committee sends some worthless fool with a head full of garbage to spit their stupidity at you. Make you forget who you really are. Fuck that worthless shit!" He yelled swinging his bottle with that last sentence, scaring the young man. "I had to listen to that garbage they feed ya about how how bad it is when the strong act strong and proud and the weak are shown there place. I nodded and I repeated it and i got out in the end, I expect the same from you."

"Yes Dad." The six year old boy said quickly, fearing that a beating might come.

"Good. If they set that school up, don't go there. If you wanna make me proud, trash it and burn it for me."

"Yes dad, it sounded stupid anyway."

"That's my boy." He said calmly as he raised his bottle and took a swig in invisible toast. Jan then ran off to try to find something fun to do before his mother gave him some work. Gallenien continued to drink the cheap liquor. There were other places like this, small tightly controlled towns in the mountains. Here the remains of the old warriors of the coldlands settled into their final form, a collection of low class uneducated alcoholics in the foothills of the mountain ranges.

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