Horgdul Bardakcı

Horgdul Bardakcı is the current sole member of House Bardakcı, an originally low family (although Bardakcı seeks to change this). He is a merchant by trade, but serves as a politician within the city of Sifedşovan, acting as the second in command, alongside his childhood friend, Saiyuyaan Gülounsi. He has an ambitious, yet scholarly nature, and is naturally intelligent in the ways of politics and economics, due to his activism in the old Kavar Korqoriat. His loyalties lie with the Şohrökavar above all other groups and to protect them. He also aims to keep the new Ashkavar Korqoriat stable, and aid in Sifedşovanıın interventions, to ensure that no civil war can happen again on the scale it did once before.

Humble Beginnings
Horgdul Bardakcı was born into a simple farming life, living in a small hut on the outskirts of the small Shikorvan of Jaharişk, in Qash Şohrölaatıın. Despite the demands of farm work, Horgdul found solace in the sanctuary of the Jaharişk library, a haven he frequented to escape the toils of the land. This preference for knowledge and solitude would become a defining trait throughout his existence.

From a remarkably young age, Horgdul exhibited a remarkable aptitude for learning, mastering the arts of reading and writing by the tender age of five. His ability to recite intricate poems and melodious songs in the traditional Kavar prose showcased a natural gift that set him apart from his peers, hinting at a destiny far beyond the fields of his pastoral upbringing.

Fate intervened in the form of a chance encounter with a strikingly different young boy named Saiyuyaan Gülounsi, whose essence seemed to complement Horgdul's like the harmonious balance of Yin and Yang. Their meeting, amidst the backdrop of their daily routines, marked the beginning of a profound friendship that would irrevocably alter the course of Horgdul's life, steering him towards uncharted waters of adventure and growth.

As their bond deepened, Horgdul and Saiyuyaan became inseparable companions, engaging in spirited competitions spanning a spectrum of activities. Whether testing their skills in sports, where Saiyuyaan often emerged victorious, or challenging each other in intellectual pursuits, where Horgdul typically excelled, their friendly rivalry enriched their shared experiences and forged an unbreakable connection.

Amidst the rustic tranquillity of the steppes where they resided, life unfolded with a serene simplicity, offering moments of respite from the complexities of the outside world. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, the enduring bond between Horgdul and Saiyuyaan served as a beacon of light, illuminating their path through the tapestry of fate woven before them.

Until...

Flames over Jaharişk
One fateful night, Horgdul, at seventeen years of age, was abruptly awakened from his sleep by the malevolent symphony of war cries and the thunderous cacophony of horse hooves pounding against the earth. A marauding horde of hooligans and bandits, mounted on horseback and wielding a menacing array of torches and gleaming sabres, descended upon the peaceful town like a tempest, leaving chaos and destruction in their wake. With ruthless abandon, they ravaged the town, laying waste to all in their path—livestock, crops, and innocent lives alike, indiscriminately.

In a display of valor and loyalty, Horgdul spurred his horse into a gallant gallop towards the homestead of his dearest friend, Saiyuyaan, with one goal: to ensure the safety of his companion amid the chaotic upheaval. Ignoring the plight of his own family in the throes of chaos, Horgdul's sole focus was on reaching Saiyuyaan's abode. Upon his arrival, a harrowing confrontation awaited him as a deadly sabre hurtled towards him, his own sword -Aitınlacır. He caught this blade and brandished it. United in arms, Horgdul and Saiyuyaan stood shoulder to shoulder, bravely confronting the marauders in a valiant effort to defend their town and its inhabitants from the encroaching darkness.

Tragedy struck as Saiyuyaan watched his family fall victim to the brutality of the horde, igniting a firestorm of grief and rage within him, sending him into a berserk flurry, but to no avail. Saiyuyaan was struck down. Witnessing the unfathomable loss of Saiyuyaan and loved ones, Horgdul was plunged into the depths of despair, scarred by the searing images of devastation and turmoil that unfolded before his very eyes. The shock and chaos of that fateful night left an indelible mark on his soul, a haunting experience that would forever shape his future.

In his shock, he suddenly collapsed.

Aftermath of Jaharişk
Horgdul and Saiyuyaan were miraculously spared from the brink of death, their bodies battered and spirits tested but unbroken. After a period of arduous recovery within the confines of a makeshift camp, the two young men were finally able to depart and make their way back to the desolate remnants of Jaharişk, a once-thriving town now reduced to ruins. Seizing the opportunity to bid farewell, Saiyuyaan embarked on a journey of solace and contemplation across the lands of Kavaria, leaving Horgdul to grapple with his own inner turmoil and the weight of his tragic losses.

As they parted ways, a tragic message reached Horgdul, bearing the devastating news of the untimely passing of his mother, father, and brother. Orphaned and bereft, he made a vow to protect and serve his people, the Şohrökavar. He vowed to aid and protect them, as they had done for him, and to always put the Şohrökavar first, in light of the Kavar government's inability to mobilise a defence in or aid the Shikorvan of Jaharişk. He vowed to make sure no event like this would occur again to the Şohrökavar.

For the first time since their meeting, Horgdul and Saiyuyaan embarked on divergent paths.

When would their paths converge once more, uniting them in the tapestry of fate that bound them together?

Only time would tell, as the echoes of their shared past reverberated through the corridors of time, a testament to the enduring bond that transcends the boundaries of circumstance and distance.

Alone...
Without his companion Saiyuyaan, Horgdul didn't know what to do. The only thing sparing him from aimlessly wandering around for days until he starved was his sense of duty. He knew that there was no time to lose, and there was a lot of work to do. Sacrificially using his weakened body, Horgdul began to scavenge the ruins for any survivors. He had managed to rescue a few and bring them back to the camp, but there was not much luck. It was a distressing and frightful sight for Horgdul.

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