Altheim Part 6: Eolfric the Beggar, and his humble home.

Back to Altheim, and this time it's something a whole lot more humble. I recently painted up the 'Beggar' model from the Marauder MM62 range, and decided that even though he's down on his luck, he still needs somewhere to live:

More photos after the cut, as usual...




So, firstly, Eolfric the beggar:

Eolfric was born in the far northern lands of Norsca and, like most of his kind, headed off to sea at a young age. After many years as a sailor, first in the Navy, and later in the merchant fleets, he unfortunately fell from the rigging, breaking both his left arm and leg. These both healed very badly, leaving him out of a job and abandoned in Altheim with nothing but his old sailor's uniform.

The meagre funds he'd amassed weren't enough to get him home, not that he'd been there in thirty years, and didn't last long in Altheim. Unable to work, he was soon forced to make money for food by begging, and was eventually evicted from his meagre lodgings. As the homeless are not allowed within the city limits overnight, (being chased out if they're found by the Night Watch as they start their shift), Eolfric was forced to set up an encampment just outside the old foot gate near the docks. Eventually this turned into the small hovel you see now:

The walls are made predominately of crates, old doors, a window, and even a temple pew, whereas the roof is an old sail, patched with what appears to be an old banner in the city colours. The only window faces out to the river, a reminder of his old home on the water:

A pair of sturdy temple doors make up the rear of the house:

On the opposite side, a chimney is made up of 'acquired' cobbles

In general Eolfric is fairly content in his life, his home is larger than most of the berths he ever had at sea, and certainly gives more privacy. He makes a small living selling on items that he finds, mainly knives discarded following fights in the docks. As an old sailor, the workers on the docks look out for him, passing him the odd coin or a meal, and occasionally a bottle of grog. They also turn a blind eye to his petty pilfering, allowing him to take a couple of fish or some grain every so often for the pot of stew he keeps permanently on the boil.

So, there you go, another inhabitant of the city, and his home!

As regards the table itself, it's still ongoing. This is the current extent of the roadworks:

That's two of the four boards almost finished, just a few bits to do, like this particularly awkward corner:

And one of the main crossroads in the city, next to the Nordgate on the right. There will be a statue/signpost or something in the centre, eventually.

As well as all the lovely neat cobbles, I've also included a few areas of interest, like this bit that has been repaired badly:

And a bit that needs a repair, near the docks: 

I'm still plugging away at the roads, trying to get a couple of moulds worth of cobbles cast up every day, and I'm now almost at the halfway mark, which is good to know!