Horgdul Bardakcı

Horgdul Bardakcı is a Şohrökavar lowborn. He is farmer 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 also serves in Kavrovaria as Headmaster of the University, overseeing many intellectual affairs in the Korqoriat. 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 nomadic life, living in a small farm on the outskirts of the 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 life.

From a remarkably young age, Horgdul exhibited a remarkable aptitude for learning, mastering the arts of reading and writing by the young 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.

In a chance encounter, he met a strikingly different young boy named Saiyuyaan Gülounsi, whose personality seemed to complement Horgdul's. Their meeting, amidst the backdrop of their daily routines, marked the beginning of a profound friendship that would 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 paths through the journey of life.

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 valour 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, forgetting the plight of his own family in the throes of chaos. Upon his arrival, a harrowing confrontation awaited him as a deadly sabre hurtled towards him, his own sword - Aitınlacır. He caught the blade and brandished it. Fighting together, the childhood friends 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. Shocked by the fall of his closest friend, Horgdul was plunged into despair, scarred by the searing images of devastation and turmoil that had unfolded before his very eyes. In his horror, he suddenly collapsed.

But the shock and chaos of all of that fateful night would leave an indelible mark on his soul, a haunting experience that would forever shape his future.

Ashes to Ashes
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 from the camp and make their way back to the desolate remnants of Jaharişk, a once-thriving town now reduced to ruins. Saiyuyaan seized the opportunity to bid farewell to Horgdul, as he would embark 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 in the raid. 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 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...

Who knows when they would meet again?

Beaten, not Defeated
Horgdul found himself adrift in a sea of uncertainty, grappling with the weight of loss and abandonment. Yet, amidst the gnawing ache of solitude, a flicker of purpose ignited within him, driving him to action fuelled by a profound sense of duty and responsibility. With great resolve and unwavering determination, Horgdul steeled himself against despair and set forth on a mission to aid the survivors of the devastating raid that had mercilessly torn through Jaharişk.

Despite the lingering echoes of tragedy and the physical toll exacted on his battered body, Horgdul embarked on a courageous quest to scour the rubble-strewn remnants of the once-thriving town in search of any souls who had survived the onslaught. With utilitarian determination and sacrificial resolve, he combed through the debris, unearthing the wounded and the traumatized, offering them a glimmer of hope amidst the desolation. Each survivor he rescued was a beacon of resilience and fortitude - a light in the dark.

Over the ensuing weeks, Horgdul dedicated himself wholeheartedly to the arduous task of aiding the survivors, lending a helping hand wherever it was needed. From tending to the injured and providing comfort to the grieving, to organizing relief and distributing much needed supplies, he tirelessly worked to rebuild the shattered community from the ashes of despair. As the camp gradually transformed into a hub of resilience and solidarity, Horgdul emerged as a pillar of strength and compassion, his unwavering commitment inspiring others to join him in the noble cause of rebuilding and healing.

Once the survivors had regained their strength and spirits, Horgdul assumed a leadership role, guiding the Şohrökavar of Jaharişk towards a new home. With unwavering resolve and a vision of hope, he orchestrated the migration of his people to a new home within Qash Şohrölaatıın, a symbolic journey that marked the end of an era for Jaharişk but heralded the dawn of a new chapter for the resilient community. The legacy of Jaharişk would forever be etched in the annals of Qash Şohrölaatıın's history, its spirit lived on in the hearts of the Şohrökavar people.

A New Beginning
Upon reaching the new home, the people of Jaharişk integrated into the new city they found themselves in, and the group, now in relative safety, was disbanded, to allow everyone to go back to some degree of an ordinary life.

Horgdul, [WIP]