cgraven
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For love of Russia
The Roscoft family had come to the wide steps and deep forests of mother Russia in the Ninth Century. They were Vikings and had sailed their dragon ships down the Niever and Volga rivers. Sailing first as explores and traders and then later as conquers, the masters of mother Russia’s rivers. The very word "Russia" derives from these Vikings, who had russet colored hair. Like all conquers far from home the Roscoft’s intermarried with the indigenous Slavic population. This mixture produced a new more dynamic culture centered on Kiev. Yet the Roscoft’s had made their home in Muscovy, a small principality on the fringe of the endless Russian steps. They were, as all boyars, the Russian nobility, devote Orthodox Christian. By the 12th century, the Kievan state began to disintegrate. Novgorod, a rival city state, freed itself from Kiev's control in 1136 and Muscovy patiently waited in the wings for her turn to rise to power. Moscow shrewdly allying herself with the strongest regional power.
Then like a fire sweeping over the steps came the Mongols consuming all in their path. To resist meant death, to submit meant living under the Mongolian yoke. For over two centuries from 1240 onward, Russia was under the dominion of the Mongols. Several Russian principalities existed under the Mongol over lordship. The Duchy of Muscovy rose to become the most important of these. The Grand Dukes of Muscow became the tax collectors for the Mongols and ultimately managed to rule all of Mother Russia that suffered under that Mongol yoke. The Roscoft’s had managed to Ally themselves with the Grand Duke of Muscovy but of late Yuri Ivanaich had become concerned that their power was rising and could become a threat to his own.
It was time to receive their Mongol overlord’s, time to pay the taxes to the Great Kan of the East, time to render the annual tribute to the Kan. Every ten years the Kan demanded a tribute in human flesh and this tribute was to be drawn from the noble families of Mother Russia. Because of their close association with the Grand Duke of Muscovy the Roscoft’s had been spared the necessity of providing a contribution to this human tribute. This year it would be different this year the family Roscoft would have to pay for their ambition. The Grand Duke solemnly read off the name of each Boyar family and whether they would have to provide a son or a daughter for tribute. All the forlorn had been chosen save one, it was then that Grand Duke Yuri Ivanaich read the final name;
“Roscoft, a daughter.”
Their was a stunned hushed mummer that whispered through the great hall of stunned disbelief for the Roscoft’s had always escaped this fate. With this one move Yuri Ivanaich had shown that no one was safe from his wrath. His eyes were dead and merciless as he gazed into Ivan Roscoft’s if daring him to refuse to surrender his young innocent daughter. For his part Ivan hands curled into tight little balls at his side his knuckles white with his rage. To rebel would mean death and his entire family sold into slavery. All eyes were on the proud Boyar to see what he would do.
For love of Russia
The Roscoft family had come to the wide steps and deep forests of mother Russia in the Ninth Century. They were Vikings and had sailed their dragon ships down the Niever and Volga rivers. Sailing first as explores and traders and then later as conquers, the masters of mother Russia’s rivers. The very word "Russia" derives from these Vikings, who had russet colored hair. Like all conquers far from home the Roscoft’s intermarried with the indigenous Slavic population. This mixture produced a new more dynamic culture centered on Kiev. Yet the Roscoft’s had made their home in Muscovy, a small principality on the fringe of the endless Russian steps. They were, as all boyars, the Russian nobility, devote Orthodox Christian. By the 12th century, the Kievan state began to disintegrate. Novgorod, a rival city state, freed itself from Kiev's control in 1136 and Muscovy patiently waited in the wings for her turn to rise to power. Moscow shrewdly allying herself with the strongest regional power.
Then like a fire sweeping over the steps came the Mongols consuming all in their path. To resist meant death, to submit meant living under the Mongolian yoke. For over two centuries from 1240 onward, Russia was under the dominion of the Mongols. Several Russian principalities existed under the Mongol over lordship. The Duchy of Muscovy rose to become the most important of these. The Grand Dukes of Muscow became the tax collectors for the Mongols and ultimately managed to rule all of Mother Russia that suffered under that Mongol yoke. The Roscoft’s had managed to Ally themselves with the Grand Duke of Muscovy but of late Yuri Ivanaich had become concerned that their power was rising and could become a threat to his own.
It was time to receive their Mongol overlord’s, time to pay the taxes to the Great Kan of the East, time to render the annual tribute to the Kan. Every ten years the Kan demanded a tribute in human flesh and this tribute was to be drawn from the noble families of Mother Russia. Because of their close association with the Grand Duke of Muscovy the Roscoft’s had been spared the necessity of providing a contribution to this human tribute. This year it would be different this year the family Roscoft would have to pay for their ambition. The Grand Duke solemnly read off the name of each Boyar family and whether they would have to provide a son or a daughter for tribute. All the forlorn had been chosen save one, it was then that Grand Duke Yuri Ivanaich read the final name;
“Roscoft, a daughter.”
Their was a stunned hushed mummer that whispered through the great hall of stunned disbelief for the Roscoft’s had always escaped this fate. With this one move Yuri Ivanaich had shown that no one was safe from his wrath. His eyes were dead and merciless as he gazed into Ivan Roscoft’s if daring him to refuse to surrender his young innocent daughter. For his part Ivan hands curled into tight little balls at his side his knuckles white with his rage. To rebel would mean death and his entire family sold into slavery. All eyes were on the proud Boyar to see what he would do.
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