\n\nThe domovoi paused. The spider had now encased a <<randomp 50 "wooden chair" 50 "decorative vase">> in her silk. The domovoi moved two steps back to see the [[spider's entire web.|entire1]]
\n\nThe domovoi paused. The spider had now encased a <<randomp 50 "wooden chair" 50 "decorative vase">> in her silk. The domovoi moved two steps back to see the [[spider's entire web.|entire2]]
\n\nThe domovoi paused. The spider had now encased a <<randomp 50 "wooden chair" 50 "decorative vase">> in her silk. The domovoi moved two steps back to see the [[spider's entire web.|entire3]]
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\nFriend . . . here I'm uncertain. Share your mind. How should the domovoi advance his argument? He could invoke [[tradition|tradition2]] . . . perhaps [[religion|religion2]] . . .
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[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut4.png]]\nIn that old, simple place where the promise of progress loomed, the domovoi put the revolver back onto the table. The household calmed, his consciousness quieted.\n\n"I'm sorry, friend." The soldier threw the table aside and [[raised his hammer|assault1]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut4.png]]\nIn that old, simple place where the promise of progress loomed, the domovoi put the revolver back onto the table. The household calmed, his consciousness quieted.\n\n"I'm sorry, friend." The soldier threw the table aside and [[raised his hammer|assault2]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut4.png]]\nIn that old, simple place where the promise of progress loomed, the domovoi put the revolver back onto the table. The household calmed, his consciousness quieted.\n\n"I'm sorry, friend." The soldier threw the table aside and [[raised his hammer|assault3]].
<<revision spider>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spiderwebwindow.jpg]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spidergoneweb.jpg]]<<endrevision>>\n"Oh, master, I apologize for my earlier comments toward you. The domovoi had me under a wicked spell," the spider said.\n\n"Do not worry friend. This is a new land, where women can fulfill themselves without negotiating with men." The soldier put the spider and her brood into a comfortable <<revise spider "container" "container" end>>, where they huddled into packs to produce silk.<<revision spider>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . <<insert "tell me friend.">><<display container3>><<endinsert>><<endrevision>>
<<revision spider>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spiderwebwindow.jpg]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spidergoneweb.jpg]]<<endrevision>>\n"Oh, master, I apologize for my earlier comments toward you. The domovoi had me under a wicked spell," the spider said.\n\n"Do not worry friend. This is a new land, where women can fulfill themselves without negotiating with men." The soldier filled a comfortable <<revise spider "container" "container" end>> with the spider and her brood, where they huddled into packs to produce silk.<<revision spider>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . <<insert "tell me friend.">><<display container1>><<endinsert>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut3.png]]\nIn that old, simple place where the month of March rose its furious storms, the soldier turned from the <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>iconic towel<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>oven<<endif>> and saw the domovoi, sitting on his master's bench<<if $broom eq "no">>, one hand on a knee<<endif>>. The soldier pulled a chair to [[the table|table3]] and considered the creature: old hair, old bones.
There once lived a certain farmer who had a beloved cow. This farmer gave his cow all the grain she could eat! However, soon the cow became sad and thin. The farmer told his friend: "No matter how much feed I put out, she remains skin and bones." At night, a moan came from the attic: "He abandons the old one, leaves him all alone." The farmer went to a magical advisor, who told him to take bread and salt to the domovoi. At night, the farmer left the meal in his attic. Soon, the cow fattened once more! The farmer is still alive: he told me if the [[domovoi|titlescreen]] envies a farm animal, he tears off its tail, rides it, and eats all its feed.
The Domovoi
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt emptied, and understood the blows had stopped.\n\nSome time later, when the domovoi would sit at his master's bench, trying to think of anything other than soot, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. The injuries' order would change in his mind, until he could no longer remember the injuries, only the emotions connected to them. Different sensations would pull him back to the <<revise moment "precise moment" "precise moment" end>>, but more often, he would pull himself back.<<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window1]].<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi could no longer recognize himself, and understood the blows had stopped.\n\n<<if $oven eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would light the oven, trying to defend against the winter storm, he would remember his stone mouth, and all the futile words and fire that came from it. His voice would boom in his mind, until he could no longer remember whom it had addressed. You are in the home of the soldier, he would say, the brave man who now builds the new world. And in time he would see—falsely—his master before him, who then fired the bullet, who then held <<revise moment "the hammer" "the hammer" end>>.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would reknit the towel, trying to restore the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the tool that constructed them. His master's hands would become crueler in his memories, each needle a razor, forced into threads to craft hateful features, until the domovoi could not see them as distinct from the hands that held <<revise moment "the hammer" "the hammer" end>>. One feature at a time, the icon would become a tribute to the soldier.<<endif>><<if $samovar eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would restore the samovar, trying to return the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. In his memories, the moments when he watched his master pour tea would combine into one scene: the spout served, one at a time, four identical visitors, who carried ten-chamber revolvers and <<revise moment "frozen hammers" "frozen hammers" end>>. Their vacant faces would turn, in perfect unison, to watch the domovoi.<<endif>><<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window2]].<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi could no longer feel the house speak to him, and he understood the blows had stopped.\n\n<<if $oven eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would light the oven, trying to defend against the winter storm, he would remember his stone mouth, and all the futile words and fire that came from it. His voice would boom in his mind, until he could no longer remember if the voice had belonged to him or someone else. You are in the home of the absent master Nikolai Pavlovich Gospodarev, the voice would coldly say to the domovoi, and each word would be <<revise moment "a hammer's strike" "a hammer's strike" end>>.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would reknit the towel, trying to restore the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. He would move the threads to add bruises and scars to the portrait, then <<revise moment "wounds" "wounds" end>>, a hole where the throat had never been torn open. And when he would discuss the household routines with his master, the portrait would part its lips, reach for its neck, and choke.<<endif>><<if $samovar eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would restore the samovar, trying to return the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the tool that constructed them. The samovar, with its polished silver, would reflect the domovoi's <<revise moment "broken form" "broken form" end>>, transformed not from the hammer but from his natural reconstruction. When he would stare at this other self, he could feel his bruises pulse, his scars reopen, his bones tremble.<<endif>><<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window3]].<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nThe soldier placed the wooden samovar into the oven. Once more, the furnace burned. The soldier saw the future of the land in those flames: productive, and alive with opportunities for more than just its wealthiest citizens.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend2]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nThe soldier placed the wooden samovar into the oven. Once more, the furnace burned. The soldier saw the future of the land in those flames: productive, and alive with opportunities for more than just its greediest citizens.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend3]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nThe soldier filled the oven with the wooden samovar. Once more, the furnace burned. The soldier saw the future of the land in those flames: productive, and alive with opportunities.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend1]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi4.jpg]]\nThe domovoi smelled acid on the floor and understood he had vomited. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Welts formed on his arm|welts2]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Wetness ran down his back|wetness2]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[A dam burst inside his head|dam2]]. <<if $oven and $broom eq "yes">>Once more, the cold hammer stuck him—there was now rhythm. Twice more, the cold hammer—now routine. Thrice more—[[comfort|comfort2]].<<endif>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi4.jpg]]\nThe domovoi smelled acid on the floor and understood he had vomited. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Wetness ran down his back|wetness3]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[A dam burst inside his head|dam3]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Welts formed on his arm|welts3]]. <<if $oven and $broom eq "yes">>Once more, the cold hammer stuck him—there was now rhythm. Twice more, the cold hammer—now routine. Thrice more—[[comfort|comfort3]].<<endif>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi4.jpg]]\nThe domovoi smelled acid on the floor and understood he had vomited. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[A dam burst inside his head|dam1]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Welts formed on his arm|welts1]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Wetness ran down his back|wetness1]]. <<if $oven and $broom eq "yes">>Once more, the cold hammer stuck him—there was now rhythm. Twice more, the cold hammer—now routine. Thrice more—[[comfort|comfort1]].<<endif>>
\n\n"Address him as master, rude intruder," the spider said.
\n\n"Address him as master, rude intruder," the spider said.
\n\n"Address him as master, rude intruder," the spider said.
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut1.png]]\nThank you friend. <<timedinsert 1s>>Ah . . .<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 2s>>In an old, simple place far from a good railroad, where <<randomp 50 "the minerals were too few for productive factories" 50 "the soil was too poor for the tractor's plow">>, the month of March <<randomp 50 "enchained a hut with thick cords of ice" 50 "encased a hut with thick ice fences">>. The weather had sealed the wooden shutters on the windows—all except one, where <<randomp 50 "a backwards carpenter had cut" 50 "an unskilled cut had left">> a one-inch breach that exposed the glass panes underneath. It had been this one inch the spider used to enter the hut, and so, inside this old, simple place, [[the domovoi negotiated with the spider|negotiate1]].<<endtimedinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut1.png]]\nThank you friend. <<timedinsert 1s>>Ah . . .<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 2s>>In an old, simple place far from a good railroad, where <<randomp 50 "the minerals were too few for productive factories" 50 "the soil was too poor for the tractor's plow">>, the month of March <<randomp 50 "enchained a hut with thick cords of ice" 50 "encased a hut with thick ice fences">>. The weather had sealed the wooden shutters on the windows—all except one, where <<randomp 50 "a backwards carpenter had cut" 50 "an unskilled cut had left">> a two-inch breach that exposed the glass panes underneath. It had been these two inches the spider used to enter the hut, and so, inside this old, simple place, [[the domovoi negotiated with the spider|negotiate2]].<<endtimedinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut1.png]]\nThank you friend. <<timedinsert 1s>>Ah . . .<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 2s>>In an old, simple place far from a good railroad, where <<randomp 50 "the minerals were too few for productive factories" 50 "the soil was too poor for the tractor's plow">>, the month of March <<randomp 50 "enchained a hut with thick cords of ice" 50 "encased a hut with thick ice fences">>. The weather had sealed the wooden shutters on the windows—all except one, where <<randomp 50 "a backwards carpenter had cut" 50 "an unskilled cut had left">> a three-inch breach that exposed the glass panes underneath. It had been these three inches the spider used to enter the hut, and so, inside this old, simple place, [[the domovoi negotiated with the spider|negotiate3]].<<endtimedinsert>>
<<silently>><<set $kneel = "yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spider.png]]\nThank you friend.\n\n"Until the master has returned to kneel before the red corner, where I've trimmed the lamp to burn with the same intensity as it did at the moment he left, I cannot permit the presence of <<insert "unwelcome">><<display presence2>><<endinsert>>
When the soldier inspected the wooden samovar, the crude spout emptied itself—drip, drip, drip—the last blood of an animal fatally wounded, too recently. It wet the table, filled the floorboards' crevices, ran in small rivers. He knew only one creature had such dominion over the household.\n\n"I'm not here for <<randomp 50 "greed" 50 "theft">>, domovoi. Come out, let's discuss this [[problem|problem1]] of ours."
When the soldier inspected the wooden samovar, its handles twisted like the whorled limbs of dead trees. At his gentle touch, the handles snapped and the worthless item struck the floorboards. The soldier was no fool: such trash did not exist in homes of a certain status, and he knew only one creature with dominion over the household.\n\n"I'm not here for <<randomp 50 "greed" 50 "theft">>, domovoi. Come out, let's discuss this [[problem|problem2]] of ours."
<<silently>><<set $kneel = "yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spider.png]]\nThank you friend.\n\n"Until the master has returned to kneel before the red corner, where I've trimmed the lamp to burn with the same intensity as it did at the moment he left, I cannot permit the presence of <<insert "unwelcome">><<display presence1>><<endinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut2.png]]\nNear that old, simple place where the domovoi and the spider had negotiated, the soldier took a hammer from his sack. It felt comfortable in his hand. He had survived the primeval forests, swum the deep lakes, rested in the peaceful backwaters, and crossed the dark swamps. Now, in this old, simple place, he would settle and build the new world.\n\nThe soldier tore open the wooden shutters with the two-inch breach and exposed the glass panes underneath. He [[raised his hammer|hammer2]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut2.png]]\nNear that old, simple place where the domovoi and the spider had negotiated, the soldier took a hammer from his sack. It felt comfortable in his hand. He had swum the deep lakes, crossed the dark swamps, rested in the peaceful backwaters, and survived the primeval forests. Now, in this old, simple place, he would settle and build the new world.\n\nThe soldier tore open the wooden shutters with the three-inch breach and exposed the glass panes underneath. He [[raised his hammer|hammer3]].
<<if $broom eq "no" and $oven eq "no">><<display address3>><<endif>><<if $broom eq "no" and $oven eq "yes">><<display vase3>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>"The mir distributed this land to him. You must leave," the domovoi said.<<endif>><<if $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>"This household is a sanctuary for him and his God, visitor. I cannot permit your presence," the domovoi said.<<endif>><<if $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>"The mir distributed this land to him. You must leave," the domovoi said to the soldier.<<endif>><<if $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>"This household is a sanctuary for him and his God, visitor. I cannot permit your presence," the domovoi said to the soldier.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $broom eq "no">>"Am I not a guest? Where is my tea, my bread? You let the spider stay here.<<endif>><<if $broom eq "yes">>"Am I not a guest? Where is my tea, my bread? Would you send me into the cold like that brood I watched you banish?<<endif>> <<revise answer "Answer me, domovoi." "Answer me, domovoi." end>>"<<revision answer>><<becomes>><<display answer3>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut2.png]]\nNear that old, simple place where the domovoi and the spider had negotiated, the soldier took a hammer from his sack. It felt comfortable in his hand. He had crossed the dark swamps, swum the deep lakes, rested in the peaceful backwaters, and survived the primeval forests. Now, in this old, simple place, he would settle and build the new world.\n\nThe soldier tore open the wooden shutters with the one-inch breach and exposed the glass panes underneath. He [[raised his hammer|hammer1]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut3.png]]\nIn that old, simple place where the month of March rose its furious storms, the soldier turned from the <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>iconic towel<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>oven<<endif>> and saw the domovoi, sitting on his master's bench<<if $broom eq "no">>, one hand on a knee<<endif>>. The soldier pulled a chair to [[the table|table2]] and considered the creature: old hair, old bones.
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut3.png]]\nIn that old, simple place where the month of March rose its furious storms, the soldier turned from the <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>iconic towel<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>oven<<endif>> and saw the domovoi, sitting on his master's bench<<if $broom eq "no">>, one hand on a knee<<endif>>. The soldier pulled a chair to [[the table|table1]] and considered the creature: old hair, old bones.
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\n"Is that what <<revise master "your master" "your master" end>> looked like, domovoi?"<<revision master>><<becomes>><<display master2>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\n"Is that what <<revise master "your master" "your master" end>> looked like, domovoi?"<<revision master>><<becomes>><<display master3>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\n"Is that what <<revise master "your master" "your master" end>> looked like, domovoi?"<<revision master>><<becomes>><<display master1>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spider.png]]\n<<display web2>>\n\n"You are in the home of the absent master Nikolai Pavlovich Gospodarev, the brave man who now <<insert "battles">><<display battles2>><<endinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spider.png]]\n<<display web3>>\n\n"You are in the home of the absent master Nikolai Pavlovich Gospodarev, the brave man who now <<insert "battles">><<display battles3>><<endinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spider.png]]\n<<display web1>>\n\n"You are in the home of the absent master Nikolai Pavlovich Gospodarev, the brave man who now <<insert "battles">><<display battles1>><<endinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nInside the hut, the burning oven blackened the walls and furniture with strata of soot. The domovoi resented each particle. Despite routine attempts to clean, he could not combat the powerful furnace. He had been sitting on his master's bench, trying to think of anything other than soot, when the soldier's hammer <<insert "shattered the window.">>\n\n<<display shatter1>><<endinsert>>
<<silently>><<set $broom = "yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spidergone.png]]\nAh . . . the broom? OK friend.\n\n<<timedinsert 2s>>In that moment of weakness, a <<randomp 50 "wave" 50 "flood">> of black dots rolled off the spider's back onto the web. The domovoi seized the broom and struck the web, scattering the vulnerable children like droplets.\n\n"Monster! Creature!" The spider rallied her children and retreated through the two-inch breach, back into the merciless winter.\n\nThe domovoi returned the broom to its position—the precise location it'd been since his master left. And in the same moment the banished spider suffered in the March cold, he lit the oven [[for his comfort.|cold2]]<<endtimedinsert>>
<<silently>><<set $broom = "yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spidergone.png]]\nAh . . . the broom? OK friend.\n\n<<timedinsert 2s>>In that moment of weakness, a <<randomp 50 "wave" 50 "flood">> of black dots rolled off the spider's back onto the web. The domovoi seized the broom and struck the web, scattering the vulnerable children like droplets.\n\n"Monster! Creature!" The spider rallied her children and retreated through the one-inch breach, back into the merciless winter.\n\nThe domovoi returned the broom to its position—the precise location it'd been since his master left. And in the same moment the banished spider suffered in the March cold, he lit the oven [[for his comfort.|cold1]]<<endtimedinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nInside the hut, the burning oven blackened the walls and furniture with strata of soot. The domovoi resented each particle. Despite routine attempts to clean, he could not combat the powerful furnace. He had been sitting on his master's bench, trying to think of anything other than soot, when the soldier's hammer <<insert "shattered the window.">>\n\n<<display shatter2>><<endinsert>>
<<silently>><<set $oven ="yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\nWhat? The oven? <<timedinsert 2s>>Ah . . . sure. OK friend. [[The oven|sure3]].<<endtimedinsert>>
<<silently>><<set $oven ="yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\nWhat? The oven? <<timedinsert 2s>>Ah . . . sure. OK friend. [[The oven|sure2]].<<endtimedinsert>>
<<silently>><<set $oven ="yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\nWhat? The oven? <<timedinsert 2s>>Ah . . . sure. OK friend. [[The oven|sure1]].<<endtimedinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi1.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt the blow, then the floor, then the household's scream. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. He tried to organize his injuries in his mind. [[Salt|salt3]] filled his mouth.
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi1.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt the blow, then the floor, then the household's scream. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. He tried to organize his injuries in his mind. [[Salt|salt2]] filled his mouth.
"He is lying, master," the spider said.\n\n
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\nFriend . . . here I'm uncertain. Share your mind. How should the domovoi advance his argument? He could invoke [[tradition|tradition3]] . . . perhaps [[religion|religion3]] . . .
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nWhen the soldier climbed through the broken window, the domovoi felt as if he had swallowed a bowl of thick shchi. He didn't feel unsafe—his physical form had merged into the walls, the furniture, the sheepskin beds—but it was too late to douse the <<revision revolver>>active oven<<becomes>>[[active oven|oven1]]<<endrevision>> that revealed the presence of life. The domovoi watched the perceptive soldier unbutton his holster and <<insert "take out a revolver.">>\n\nSimple creatures have simple thoughts. The soldier was the soaring eagle, the hero of the land, but the domovoi saw a thievish fox. He worried for the silver samovar, still full with tea. He worried for the iconic towel, embroidered with his master's portrait. He knew he could not defend both at once.\n\n<<revise revolver "Tell me friend . . ." "Tell me friend . . ." end>><<revision revolver>><<becomes>> what is dear to this domovoi? Does he protect the [[samovar|samovar1]], or the [[towel|towel1]]?<<endrevision>><<endinsert>>
\n\nThe domovoi pulled at his beard. "I am charged to defend this hut until the master's return."\n\n"No one lives here. The village is [[abandoned.|abandoned3]]"
\n\nThe domovoi pulled at his beard. "I am charged to defend this hut until the master's return."\n\n"No one lives here. The village is [[abandoned.|abandoned2]]"
\n\nThe domovoi listened to the instruction, but the tool did not fire. The iconic towel screamed at him.\n\n"Ah . . . sorry, some chambers are emptied, <<revise try "try again" "try again" end>>."<<revision try>><<becomes>><<display again2>><<endrevision>>
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[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi2.jpg]]\nThe domovoi saw dark fluid on the floor and understood his mouth had filled with blood. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. A [[bitter crack|sound3]] came from his hand.
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[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nWhen the soldier climbed through the broken window, the domovoi felt as if he had swallowed a bowl of thick shchi. He didn't feel unsafe—his physical form had merged into the walls, the furniture, the sheepskin beds—but it was too late to douse the <<revision revolver>>active oven<<becomes>>[[active oven|oven2]]<<endrevision>> that revealed the presence of life. The domovoi watched the perceptive soldier unbutton his holster and <<insert "take out a revolver.">>\n\nSimple creatures have simple thoughts. The soldier was the soaring eagle, the hero of the land, but the domovoi saw a thievish fox. He worried for the silver samovar, still full with tea. He worried for the iconic towel, embroidered with his master's portrait. He knew he could not defend both at once.\n\n<<revise revolver "Tell me friend . . ." "Tell me friend . . ." end>><<revision revolver>><<becomes>> what is dear to this domovoi? Does he protect the [[samovar|samovar2]], or the [[towel|towel2]]?<<endrevision>><<endinsert>>
<<revision who>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthblaze.png]]<<endrevision>>\nThe oven boomed. “You are in the home of Nikolai Pavlovich Gospodarev, the brave man <<revise who "who" "who" end>><<revision who>><<becomes>>—”\n\nThe soldier turned and fired. The bullet chipped a ceramic tile, ricocheted into a bench. Flames plumed inside the furnace—the domovoi opened his stone mouth and spewed, but the soldier shielded himself with a uniformed arm. Smoke choked the room.\n\nThe soldier put his revolver back in its holster. In the red corner, embers consumed the paper icons.\n\n"Don't burn us down, domovoi. Come out, let's discuss this [[problem|problem3]] of ours."<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthbones.png]]\nThe soldier filled the oven with the domovoi's remains. Once more, the furnace burned. The flames transmuted the corpse into a compact mixture of bone and ash. The creature would never resurrect, as he had been emptied of magic.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend1]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthbones.png]]\nThe soldier placed the domovoi's remains into the oven. The furnace, ignited with death, transmuted the corpse into a compact mixture of bone and ash. The creature had been overcome—no more would he defend such a backwards space.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend3]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthbones.png]]\nThe soldier placed the domovoi's remains into the oven. The furnace, ignited with life, transmuted the corpse into a compact mixture of bone and ash. The creature had been overcome—no more would his master's influence would stain the land.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend2]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nThe soldier emptied the red corner of its icons and filled the oven with their false influence. Once more, the furnace burned. The remnants of the Virgin Mary turned into ashes.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend1]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nThe soldier pulled the icons from the red corner and piled them into the oven. The furnace, kindled with the backwards relics of a selfish village, burned once more, and the soldier would work to keep the flames alive.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend3]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nThe soldier pulled the icons from the red corner and piled them into the oven. The furnace, kindled with the backwards relics of the domovoi's master, burned once more, and the soldier warmed his tired hands before the flames.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend2]].
\n\nThe domovoi listened to the instruction, but the tool did not fire. The iconic towel screamed at him.\n\n"Ah . . . sorry, some chambers are emptied, <<revise try "try again" "try again" end>>."<<revision try>><<becomes>><<display again1>><<endrevision>>
<<if $broom eq "no" and $oven eq "no">><<display address1>><<endif>><<if $broom eq "no" and $oven eq "yes">><<display vase1>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>"The mir distributed this land to him. You must leave," the domovoi said.<<endif>><<if $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>"This household is a sanctuary for him and his God, visitor. I cannot permit your presence," the domovoi said.<<endif>><<if $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>"The mir distributed this land to him. You must leave," the domovoi said to the soldier.<<endif>><<if $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>"This household is a sanctuary for him and his God, visitor. I cannot permit your presence," the domovoi said to the soldier.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $broom eq "no">>"Am I not a guest? Where is my tea, my bread? You let the spider stay here.<<endif>><<if $broom eq "yes">>"Am I not a guest? Where is my tea, my bread? Would you send me into the cold like that brood I watched you banish?<<endif>> <<revise answer "Answer me, domovoi." "Answer me, domovoi." end>>"<<revision answer>><<becomes>><<display answer1>><<endrevision>>
\n\nThe domovoi listened to the instruction, but the tool did not fire. The iconic towel screamed at him.\n\n"Ah . . . sorry, some chambers are emptied, <<revise try "try again" "try again" end>>."<<revision try>><<becomes>><<display again3>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\nFriend . . . here I'm uncertain. Share your mind. How should the domovoi advance his argument? He could invoke [[tradition|tradition1]] . . . perhaps [[religion|religion1]] . . .
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/eagletowel.png]]\nThe soldier took an iconic towel from his sack. Its embroidered front depicted the soaring eagle. He folded it over the wooden bar, now emptied of false influence, and filled the red corner with purpose.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend1]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/eagletowel.png]]\nThe soldier took, from his worn sack, an embroidered tribute to the soaring eagle. Once draped over the wooden bar, the fabric transformed the red corner into a symbol of the land's future possibilities.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend3]].
<<revision who>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthblaze.png]]<<endrevision>>\nThe oven boomed. “You are in the home of Nikolai Pavlovich Gospodarev, the brave man <<revise who "who" "who" end>><<revision who>><<becomes>>—”\n\nThe soldier turned and fired. The bullet chipped a ceramic tile, ricocheted into a bench. Flames plumed inside the furnace—the domovoi opened his stone mouth and spewed, but the soldier shielded himself with a uniformed arm. Smoke choked the room.\n\nThe soldier put his revolver back in its holster. In the red corner, embers consumed the paper icons. \n\n"Don't burn us down, domovoi. Come out, let's discuss this [[problem|problem2]] of ours."<<endrevision>>
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When the soldier inspected the iconic towel, the thread cascaded, Nikolai's face crawled down the wool canvas, his hair bloomed with thick briar, pupils sharpened to knives, mouth opened to impossible size and bared teeth. The soldier, undisturbed, pulled the towel from its bar and stopped the performance. He knew only one creature had such dominion over the household.\n\n"I'm not scared, domovoi. Come out, let's discuss this [[problem|problem2]] of ours."
When the soldier inspected the iconic towel, the thread cascaded, Nikolai's face crawled down the wool canvas, his mouth rose like a zit, then settled somewhere, the knitted lips trembled but produced no sound. The soldier, undisturbed, pulled the towel from its bar and stopped the performance. He knew only one creature had such dominion over the household.\n\n"I'm not scared, domovoi. Come out, let's discuss this [[problem|problem3]] of ours."
—"\n\n"Oh, master! But doesn't that intense heat wither those hideous icons? Even the <<randomp 50 "miniature" 50 "precious">> crosses rust! My webs would <<randomp 50 "preserve" 50 "keep">> the whole <<randomp 50 "wall" 50 "corner">>. You'd fear its little transformations no more."\n\nThe domovoi paused. The spider had now encased a <<revision friend>>wicker broom<<becomes>>[[wicker broom|broom1]]<<endrevision>> in her silk. The domovoi moved three steps back to see the spider's entire web.\n\n<<revise friend "Friend . . ." "Friend . . ." end>><<revision friend>><<becomes>> share your mind. Would it be compelling if the domovoi were [[persuaded to listen|listen1]]?<<endrevision>>
—"\n\n"Oh, master! But doesn't that red corner <<randomp 50 "need" 50 "deserve">> its believers, who talk nonsense into their <<randomp 50 "combined" 50 "clapped">> hands? It resides in <<randomp 50 "isolation" 50 "loneliness">> now. My children and I could chitter some <<randomp 50 "words" 50 "phrases">> at it and so on. You'd fear its neglect no more."\n\nThe domovoi paused. The spider had now encased a <<revision friend>>wicker broom<<becomes>>[[wicker broom|broom2]]<<endrevision>> in her silk. The domovoi moved three steps back to see the spider's entire web.\n\n<<revise friend "Friend . . ." "Friend . . ." end>><<revision friend>><<becomes>> share your mind. Would it be compelling if the domovoi were [[persuaded to listen|listen2]]?<<endrevision>>
—"\n\n"Oh, master! But doesn't that light attract the worst <<randomp 50 "pests" 50 "insects">>, who <<randomp 50 "nibble" 50 "chew">> at the icons with their greed-teeth? My children would eat them all. You'd fear their little decimations no more."\n\nThe domovoi paused. The spider had now encased a <<revision friend>>wicker broom<<becomes>>[[wicker broom|broom3]]<<endrevision>> in her silk. The domovoi moved three steps back to see the spider's entire web.\n\n<<revise friend "Friend . . ." "Friend . . ." end>><<revision friend>><<becomes>> share your mind. Would it be compelling if the domovoi were [[persuaded to listen|listen3]]?<<endrevision>>
<<silently>><<set $broom = "yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spidergone.png]]\nAh . . . the broom? OK friend.\n\n<<timedinsert 2s>>In that moment of weakness, a <<randomp 50 "wave" 50 "flood">> of black dots rolled off the spider's back onto the web. The domovoi seized the broom and struck the web, scattering the vulnerable children like droplets.\n\n"Monster! Creature!" The spider rallied her children and retreated through the three-inch breach, back into the merciless winter.\n\nThe domovoi returned the broom to its position—the precise location it'd been since his master left. And in the same moment the banished spider suffered in the March cold, he lit the oven [[for his comfort.|cold3]]<<endtimedinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nInside the hut, the burning oven blackened the walls and furniture with strata of soot. The domovoi resented each particle. Despite routine attempts to clean, he could not combat the powerful furnace. He had been sitting on his master's bench, trying to think of anything other than soot, when the soldier's hammer <<insert "shattered the window.">>\n\n<<display shatter3>><<endinsert>>
<<revision spider>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spiderwebwindow.jpg]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spidergoneweb.jpg]]<<endrevision>>\n"Thank you, master. That cruel creature banished me into the cold, where my three hundred children would have died."\n\n"You're welcome friend. This is a new land, where women can fulfill themselves without negotiating with men." The soldier put the spider and her brood into a comfortable <<revise spider "container" "container" end>>, where they huddled into packs to produce silk.<<revision spider>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . <<insert "tell me friend.">><<display container3>><<endinsert>><<endrevision>>
The domovoi moved one step back to see the spider's entire web. Each line of silk connected into a mesh that stretched from a window frame to the center beam. The spider had fortified this position, the domovoi believed, as the beginning of a campaign to advance on the red corner, where the Virgin Mary's paper portrait decayed in the progress of time.
The domovoi moved one step back to see the spider's entire web. Each line of silk connected into a mesh that stretched from a window frame to the center beam. The spider had fortified this position, the domovoi believed, as the beginning of a campaign to advance on the red corner, where the Virgin Mary's paper portrait decayed in the progress of time.
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[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\n<<if $broom eq "no">><<display lying2>><<endif>>Loose hair collected in the domovoi's palms.\n\n"Whom was your master conscripted to fight?"\n\n"He battles the <<revise devils "eastern devils" "eastern devils" end>> as we speak."<<revision devils>><<becomes>><<display devils2>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\n<<if $broom eq "no">><<display lying3>><<endif>>Loose hair collected in the domovoi's palms.\n\n"Whom was your master conscripted to fight?"\n\n"He battles the <<revise devils "eastern devils" "eastern devils" end>> as we speak."<<revision devils>><<becomes>><<display devils3>><<endrevision>>
The domovoi moved one step back to see the spider's entire web. Each line of silk connected into a mesh that stretched from a window frame to the center beam. The spider had fortified this position, the domovoi believed, as the beginning of a campaign to advance on the red corner, where the Virgin Mary's paper portrait decayed in the progress of time.
How does the soldier build this new world? Does he [[cremate the domovoi|cremate3]], or <<if $samovar eq "yes">>[[discard the wooden samovar|discard3]]<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>[[replace the iconic towel|replace3]]<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>[[dismantle the red corner|dismantle3]]<<endif>>?
Writer: Kevin Snow\nArtist: Patrick Bonaduce\nEditor: Andi McClure
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\n<<if $broom eq "no">><<display lying1>><<endif>>Loose hair collected in the domovoi's palms.\n\n"Whom was your master conscripted to fight?"\n\n"He battles the <<revise devils "eastern devils" "eastern devils" end>> as we speak."<<revision devils>><<becomes>><<display devils1>><<endrevision>>
—"\n\n"I have three hundred children, master," the spider <<insert "interrupted.">><<display interrupt3>><<endinsert>>
—"\n\n"I have two hundred children, master," the spider <<insert "interrupted.">><<display interrupt2>><<endinsert>>
—"\n\n"I have one hundred children, master," the spider <<insert "interrupted.">><<display interrupt1>><<endinsert>>
\n\n"—the devils that raid our villages. He is the first son of the patriarch, and I am charged to keep and defend this home—"\n\n"It is winter, master. You are covered with hair, while my children are soft," the spider <<insert "continued.">><<display continue1>><<endinsert>>
A certain woman moved from her old household and invited the domovoi to come live with her. However, the new house already had a domovoi! When night came, the two domovye clawed and fought for control of the household. The woman's husband told her, "We can't have two masters. We must get rid of yours." At night, the husband beat the wall with a broom and shouted, "Depart from here, intruder!" The woman's domovoi fled out the window. From then on, there was quiet in the house. Later, the husband saw his wife's banished [[domovoi|titlescreen]] in the forest, and the creature tore out his throat.
\n\n"—the devils that raid our villages. He is the first son of the patriarch, and I am charged to keep and defend this home—"\n\n"It is winter, master. You are covered with hair, while my children are soft," the spider <<insert "continued.">><<display continue3>><<endinsert>>
\n\n"—the devils that raid our villages. He is the first son of the patriarch, and I am charged to keep and defend this home—"\n\n"It is winter, master. You are covered with hair, while my children are soft," the spider <<insert "continued.">><<display continue2>><<endinsert>>
<<silently>>\n<<set $maintain = "no">>\n<<set $kneel = "no">>\n<<set $broom = "no">>\n<<set $samovar = "no">>\n<<set $towel = "no">>\n<<set $oven = "no">>\n<<endsilently>>\n\n\n\n[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/folktale2.jpg]]//Recorded in <<randomp 20 "the Urals" 20 "Tula province" 20 "Orel province" 20 "Saratov province" 20 "Voronezh province">>//\n<<randomp passage 34 "folktale1" passage 33 "folktale2" passage 33 "folktale3">>\n\n[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/candlefix1.gif]]
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier2.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt the furniture around him like phantom limbs. He had seen such a tool before, a musket his master used to kill thievish foxes. Several anxieties clustered in the house spirit's consciousness. The <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>iconic towel<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>red corner<<endif>> pleaded to him—its existence depended on <<revision soldier>>the domovoi's survival<<becomes>>[[the domovoi's survival|survival2]]<<endrevision>>. They were trophies of a backwards civilization, hoarded by a dead man's creature. Old relics, old sins.\n\nThe soldier waited.\n\n<<revise soldier "Tell me friend . . ." "Tell me friend . . ." end>><<revision soldier>><<becomes>> does the domovoi press the revolver [[to his heart|heart2]], or put it [[in his mouth|mouth2]]?<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier2.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt the furniture around him like phantom limbs. He had seen such a tool before, a musket his master used to kill thievish foxes. Several anxieties clustered in the house spirit's consciousness. The <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>iconic towel<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>red corner<<endif>> pleaded to him—its existence depended on <<revision soldier>>the domovoi's survival<<becomes>>[[the domovoi's survival|survival3]]<<endrevision>>. They were trophies of a backwards civilization, hoarded by a dead man's creature. Old relics, old sins.\n\nThe soldier waited.\n\n<<revise soldier "Tell me friend . . ." "Tell me friend . . ." end>><<revision soldier>><<becomes>> does the domovoi press the revolver [[to his heart|heart3]], or put it [[in his mouth|mouth3]]?<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier2.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt the furniture around him like phantom limbs. He had seen such a tool before, a musket his master used to kill thievish foxes. Several anxieties clustered in the house spirit's consciousness. The <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>iconic towel<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>red corner<<endif>> pleaded to him—its existence depended on <<revision soldier>>the domovoi's survival<<becomes>>[[the domovoi's survival|survival1]]<<endrevision>>. They were trophies of a backwards civilization, hoarded by a dead man's creature. Old relics, old sins.\n\nThe soldier waited.\n\n<<revise soldier "Tell me friend . . ." "Tell me friend . . ." end>><<revision soldier>><<becomes>> does the domovoi press the revolver [[to his heart|heart1]], or put it [[in his mouth|mouth1]]?<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\nI have a [[tale|tale]] for you friend.
"He is lying, master," the spider said.\n\n
"He is lying, master," the spider said.\n\n
<<revision who>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthblaze.png]]<<endrevision>>\nThe oven boomed. “You are in the home of Nikolai Pavlovich Gospodarev, the brave man <<revise who "who" "who" end>><<revision who>><<becomes>>—”\n\nThe soldier turned and fired. The bullet chipped a ceramic tile, ricocheted into a bench. Flames plumed inside the furnace—the domovoi opened his stone mouth and spewed, but the soldier shielded himself with a uniformed arm. Smoke choked the room.\n\nThe soldier put his revolver back in its holster. In the red corner, embers consumed the paper icons.\n\n"Don't burn us down, domovoi. Come out, let's discuss this [[problem|problem1]] of ours."<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/eagletowel.png]]\nThe soldier took, from his worn sack, an embroidered tribute to the soaring eagle. The fabric folded over the wooden bar as if it'd been created for that precise location. With the red corner liberated from the domovoi's master, centuries of harm vanished in a moment.\n\nIt was only the start of the soldier's work, but the household was now on the path to [[progress|twoend2]].
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<<revision spider>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spiderwebwindow.jpg]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spidergoneweb.jpg]]<<endrevision>>\n"Thank you, master. That cruel creature banished me into the cold, where my two hundred children would have died."\n\n"You're welcome friend. This is a new land, where women can fulfill themselves without negotiating with men." The soldier put the spider and her brood into a comfortable <<revise spider "container" "container" end>>, where they huddled into packs to produce silk.<<revision spider>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . <<insert "tell me friend.">><<display container2>><<endinsert>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi1.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt the blow, then the floor, then the household's scream. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. He tried to organize his injuries in his mind. [[Salt|salt1]] filled his mouth.
<<revision spider>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spiderwebwindow.jpg]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spidergoneweb.jpg]]<<endrevision>>\n"Thank you, master. That cruel creature banished me into the cold, where my one hundred children would have died."\n\n"You're welcome friend. This is a new land, where women can fulfill themselves without negotiating with men." The soldier filled a comfortable <<revise spider "container" "container" end>> with the spider and her brood, where they huddled into packs to produce silk.<<revision spider>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . <<insert "tell me friend.">><<display container1>><<endinsert>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi could not be certain of his back's condition. The house no longer spoke to him, and he understood the blows had stopped.\n\n<<if $oven eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would light the oven, trying to defend against the winter storm, he would remember his stone mouth, and all the futile words and fire that came from it. His voice would boom in his mind, until he could no longer remember if the voice had belonged to him or someone else. You are in the home of the absent master Nikolai Pavlovich Gospodarev, the voice would coldly say to the domovoi, and each word would be <<revise moment "a hammer's strike" "a hammer's strike" end>>.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would reknit the towel, trying to restore the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. He would move the threads to add bruises and scars to the portrait, then <<revise moment "wounds" "wounds" end>>, a hole where the throat had never been torn open. And when he would discuss the household routines with his master, the portrait would part its lips, reach for its neck, and choke.<<endif>><<if $samovar eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would restore the samovar, trying to return the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the tool that constructed them. The samovar, with its polished silver, would reflect the domovoi's <<revise moment "broken form" "broken form" end>>, transformed not from the hammer but from his natural reconstruction. When he would stare at this other self, he could feel his bruises pulse, his scars reopen, his bones tremble.<<endif>><<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window3]].<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi could not be certain of his back's condition. He could no longer recognize himself, and understood the blows had stopped.\n\n<<if $oven eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would light the oven, trying to defend against the winter storm, he would remember his stone mouth, and all the futile words and fire that came from it. His voice would boom in his mind, until he could no longer remember whom it had addressed. You are in the home of the soldier, he would say, the brave man who now builds the new world. And in time he would see—falsely—his master before him, who then fired the bullet, who then held <<revise moment "the hammer" "the hammer" end>>.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would reknit the towel, trying to restore the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the tool that constructed them. His master's hands would become crueler in his memories, each needle a razor, forced into threads to craft hateful features, until the domovoi could not see them as distinct from the hands that held <<revise moment "the hammer" "the hammer" end>>. One feature at a time, the icon would become a tribute to the soldier.<<endif>><<if $samovar eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would restore the samovar, trying to return the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. In his memories, the moments when he watched his master pour tea would combine into one scene: the spout served, one at a time, four identical visitors, who carried ten-chamber revolvers and <<revise moment "frozen hammers" "frozen hammers" end>>. Their vacant faces would turn, in perfect unison, to watch the domovoi.<<endif>><<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window2]].<<endrevision>>
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[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spiderweb.png]]\nThank you friend.\n\nIn that moment of weakness, a <<randomp 50 "wave" 50 "flood">> of black dots rolled off the spider's back and onto the web. The children huddled into packs, where they shivered like atoms. After this performance, the winter winds, previously familiar to the domovoi, now seemed to besiege the hut.\n\nThe domovoi turned from the spider and her brood, limped to the bench crafted by his master some time ago, and fell onto it. He rested a hand on a knee, the other pulled at his beard. His simple mind produced no valuable thoughts.\n\n"Will you light the oven for us, master? [[It is cold.|cold2]]"
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[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spiderweb.png]]\nThank you friend.\n\nIn that moment of weakness, a <<randomp 50 "wave" 50 "flood">> of black dots rolled off the spider's back and onto the web. The children huddled into packs, where they shivered like atoms. After this performance, the winter winds, previously familiar to the domovoi, now seemed to besiege the hut.\n\nThe domovoi turned from the spider and her brood, limped to the bench crafted by his master some time ago, and fell onto it. He rested a hand on a knee, the other pulled at his beard. His simple mind produced no valuable thoughts.\n\n"Will you light the oven for us, master? [[It is cold.|cold3]]"
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut5.png]]\n<<if $broom eq "no">>In that old, simple place where the domovoi had been overcome, the winter storm calmed. The soldier had survived the primeval forests, swum the deep lakes, rested in the peaceful backwaters, and crossed the dark swamps. Now, in this new, promised place, he would settle and build [[the new world|world2]].<<endif>><<if $broom eq "yes">>In that old, simple place where the domovoi had been overcome, the winter storm calmed. The soldier had survived the primeval forests, swum the deep lakes, rested in the peaceful backwaters, and crossed the dark swamps. Now, in this new, promised place, he would settle and build [[the new world|build2]].<<endif>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands2.jpg]]\nThat's the end. That was OK. Sure.\n\n<<timedinsert 3s>>Ah . . . Vanya insists I become assertive.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 5s>>Do you realize how rude you've been? I invite you into my kitchen, I perform for you, and you disrespect me as you have. Did you think this backwards tale would carry me to Moscow?<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 8s>>I'm no wrecker. [[Get out|Restart]].<<endtimedinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands2.jpg]]\nThat's the end. That was OK. Sure.\n\n<<timedinsert 3s>>Ah . . . Vitya insists I become assertive.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 5s>>Do you realize how rude you've been? I invite you into my kitchen, I perform for you, and you disrespect me as you have. Did you think this backwards tale would carry me to Moscow?<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 8s>>I'm no wrecker. [[Get out|Restart]].<<endtimedinsert>>
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A certain old woman and a certain old man moved into a new house. Night came: the old couple put out the lamp and discussed how the domovoi always appears on the first night in a new house. Which one of them would he choke? The old woman said, "May he keep away from me. Let him choke you!" The old couple went to sleep terrified. About midnight a crack resounded in the room. The old couple woke but didn't dare to move. They saw that the [[domovoi|titlescreen]] was sitting on an intruder, strangling him dead! Then the old couple calmed down and were even content with the new master.
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi4.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt pulses in his knee and understood it had shattered. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[A dam burst inside his head|dam1]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Welts formed on his arm|welts1]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Wetness ran down his back|wetness1]]. <<if $oven and $broom eq "yes">>Once more, the cold hammer stuck him—there was now rhythm. Twice more, the cold hammer—now routine. Thrice more—[[comfort|comfort1]].<<endif>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi4.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt pulses in his knee and understood it had shattered. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Welts formed on his arm|welts2]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Wetness ran down his back|wetness2]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[A dam burst inside his head|dam2]]. <<if $oven and $broom eq "yes">>Once more, the cold hammer stuck him—there was now rhythm. Twice more, the cold hammer—now routine. Thrice more—[[comfort|comfort2]].<<endif>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi4.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt pulses in his knee and understood it had shattered. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Wetness ran down his back|wetness3]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[A dam burst inside his head|dam3]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Welts formed on his arm|welts3]]. <<if $oven and $broom eq "yes">>Once more, the cold hammer stuck him—there was now rhythm. Twice more, the cold hammer—now routine. Thrice more—[[comfort|comfort3]].<<endif>>
\n\nThe domovoi pulled at his beard. "I am charged to defend this hut until the master's return."\n\n"No one lives here. The village is [[abandoned.|abandoned1]]"
<<silently>><<set $towel = "yes">><<endsilently>><<revision reknit>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/normaltowel.png]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/corrupttowel.png]]<<endrevision>>\n<<randomp 34 "Thank you friend." 33 "I appreciate this friend." 33 "Good idea friend.">>\n\nThe domovoi concentrated on the iconic towel's features. Folded over a wooden bar, its embroidered front depicted his master Nikolai. The portrait's eyes seemed to stare at one another—after some frustration with his wife's efforts, the vain Nikolai had chosen to sew it himself, but he had not sat still in the process. The domovoi stored these flaws in his memories as he moved the individual threads and began to <<revise reknit "reknit the portrait." "reknit the portrait." end>><<revision reknit>><<becomes>>\n\n<<display reknit1>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hearthfire.png]]\nWhen the soldier climbed through the broken window, the domovoi felt as if he had swallowed a bowl of thick shchi. He didn't feel unsafe—his physical form had merged into the walls, the furniture, the sheepskin beds—but it was too late to douse the <<revision revolver>>active oven<<becomes>>[[active oven|oven3]]<<endrevision>> that revealed the presence of life. The domovoi watched the perceptive soldier unbutton his holster and <<insert "take out a revolver.">>\n\nSimple creatures have simple thoughts. The soldier was the soaring eagle, the hero of the land, but the domovoi saw a thievish fox. He worried for the silver samovar, still full with tea. He worried for the iconic towel, embroidered with his master's portrait. He knew he could not defend both at once.\n\n<<revise revolver "Tell me friend . . ." "Tell me friend . . ." end>><<revision revolver>><<becomes>> what is dear to this domovoi? Does he protect the [[samovar|samovar3]], or the [[towel|towel3]]?<<endrevision>><<endinsert>>
<<silently>><<set $towel = "yes">><<endsilently>><<revision reknit>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/normaltowel.png]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/corrupttowel.png]]<<endrevision>>\n<<randomp 34 "Thank you friend." 33 "I appreciate this friend." 33 "Good idea friend.">>\n\nThe domovoi concentrated on the features of the iconic towel. Folded over a wooden bar, its embroidered front depicted his master Nikolai. For some time now, the domovoi had spoken to this towel—at first to inform it of the usual routines and chores done to upkeep the hut, but more recently, to share his fears and anxieties. He stored these intimate moments in his memories as he moved the individual threads and began to <<revise reknit "reknit the portrait." "reknit the portrait." end>><<revision reknit>><<becomes>>\n\n<<display reknit3>><<endrevision>>
<<silently>><<set $towel = "yes">><<endsilently>><<revision reknit>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/normaltowel.png]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/corrupttowel.png]]<<endrevision>>\n<<randomp 34 "Thank you friend." 33 "I appreciate this friend." 33 "Good idea friend.">>\n\nThe domovoi concentrated on the features of the iconic towel. Folded over a wooden bar, its embroidered front depicted his master Nikolai. It'd been some time since the domovoi had, from afar, watched his master's hands sew the self-portrait. They were frustrated hands, too cruel for the art they tried, but the domovoi still could not see them as the same hands that could so often clench or strike. He stored the fingers' alien movements in his memories as he unfurled the individual threads and began to <<revise reknit "reknit the portrait." "reknit the portrait." end>><<revision reknit>><<becomes>>\n\n<<display reknit2>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi3.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt trembles in his arm and understood his hand had broken. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Objects burrowed inside his knee|objects1]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Warmth coursed his throat|warmth1]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Fires started in his wrist|fires1]].
As the spirit slouched further into his knees, the soldier's drags became longer, more comfortable. The fires in the oven died, the hut grew cold as if it'd never been warm.\n\nThe cigarette burned so bright. The domovoi searched those tiny fires—they were his master's candles, unlit for decades. Would he never [[return|return3]]?
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi3.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt trembles in his arm and understood his hand had broken. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Fires started in his wrist|fires3]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Objects burrowed inside his knee|objects3]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Warmth coursed his throat|warmth3]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi3.jpg]]\nThe domovoi felt trembles in his arm and understood his hand had broken. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Warmth coursed his throat|warmth2]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Fires started in his wrist|fires2]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Objects burrowed inside his knee|objects2]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi could not be certain of his head's condition. He could no longer recognize himself, and understood the blows had stopped.\n\n<<if $oven eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would light the oven, trying to defend against the winter storm, he would remember his stone mouth, and all the futile words and fire that came from it. His voice would boom in his mind, until he could no longer remember whom it had addressed. You are in the home of the soldier, he would say, the brave man who now builds the new world. And in time he would see—falsely—his master before him, who then fired the bullet, who then held <<revise moment "the hammer" "the hammer" end>>.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would reknit the towel, trying to restore the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the tool that constructed them. His master's hands would become crueler in his memories, each needle a razor, forced into threads to craft hateful features, until the domovoi could not see them as distinct from the hands that held <<revise moment "the hammer" "the hammer" end>>. One feature at a time, the icon would become a tribute to the soldier.<<endif>><<if $samovar eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would restore the samovar, trying to return the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. In his memories, the moments when he watched his master pour tea would combine into one scene: the spout served, one at a time, four identical visitors, who carried ten-chamber revolvers and <<revise moment "frozen hammers" "frozen hammers" end>>. Their vacant faces would turn, in perfect unison, to watch the domovoi.<<endif>><<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window2]].<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi could not be certain of his head's condition. The house no longer spoke to him, and he understood the blows had stopped.\n\n<<if $oven eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would light the oven, trying to defend against the winter storm, he would remember his stone mouth, and all the futile words and fire that came from it. His voice would boom in his mind, until he could no longer remember if the voice had belonged to him or someone else. You are in the home of the absent master Nikolai Pavlovich Gospodarev, the voice would coldly say to the domovoi, and each word would be <<revise moment "a hammer's strike" "a hammer's strike" end>>.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would reknit the towel, trying to restore the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. He would move the threads to add bruises and scars to the portrait, then <<revise moment "wounds" "wounds" end>>, a hole where the throat had never been torn open. And when he would discuss the household routines with his master, the portrait would part its lips, reach for its neck, and choke.<<endif>><<if $samovar eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would restore the samovar, trying to return the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the tool that constructed them. The samovar, with its polished silver, would reflect the domovoi's <<revise moment "broken form" "broken form" end>>, transformed not from the hammer but from his natural reconstruction. When he would stare at this other self, he could feel his bruises pulse, his scars reopen, his bones tremble.<<endif>><<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window3]].<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi could not be certain of his head's condition. He felt emptied, and understood the blows had stopped.\n\nSome time later, when the domovoi would sit at his master's bench, trying to think of anything other than soot, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. The injuries' order would change in his mind, until he could no longer remember the injuries, only the emotions connected to them. Different sensations would pull him back to the <<revise moment "precise moment" "precise moment" end>>, but more often, he would pull himself back.<<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window1]].<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hut5.png]]\n<<if $broom eq "no">>In that old, simple place where the domovoi had been overcome, the winter storm calmed. The soldier had swum the deep lakes, crossed the dark swamps, rested in the peaceful backwaters, and survived the primeval forests. Now, in this new, promised place, he would settle and build [[the new world|world3]].<<endif>><<if $broom eq "yes">>In that old, simple place where the domovoi had been overcome, the winter storm calmed. The soldier had swum the deep lakes, crossed the dark swamps, rested in the peaceful backwaters, and survived the primeval forests. Now, in this new, promised place, he would settle and build [[the new world|build3]].<<endif>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\n"Find a different hut." \n\nThe soldier tossed the spent filter. "Or find a different path."\n\nHe put his [[revolver|revolver1]] on the table.
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\n"Find a different hut." \n\nThe soldier tossed the spent filter. "Or find a different path."\n\nHe put his [[revolver|revolver3]] on the table.
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\n"Find a different hut." \n\nThe soldier tossed the spent filter. "Or find a different path."\n\nHe put his [[revolver|revolver2]] on the table.
<<silently>>\n<<set $maintain = "no">>\n<<set $kneel = "no">>\n<<set $broom = "no">>\n<<set $samovar = "no">>\n<<set $towel = "no">>\n<<set $oven = "no">>\n<<endsilently>>\n\n\n\n[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/folktale2.jpg]]//Recorded in <<randomp 20 "the Urals" 20 "Tula province" 20 "Orel province" 20 "Saratov province" 20 "Voronezh province">>//\n<<randomp passage 34 "folktale1" passage 33 "folktale2" passage 33 "folktale3">>\n\n[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/candlefix2.gif]]
When the soldier inspected the iconic towel, the thread cascaded, Nikolai's face crawled down the wool canvas, his forehead, nose, mouth split into two, three parts—a breaking puppet animated. The soldier, undisturbed, pulled the towel from its bar and stopped the performance. He knew only one creature had such dominion over the household.\n\n"I'm not scared, domovoi. Come out, let's discuss this [[problem|problem1]] of ours."
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands2.jpg]]\nThat's the end. That was OK. Sure.\n\n<<timedinsert 3s>>Ah . . . Lyonya insists I become assertive.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 5s>>Do you realize how rude you've been? I invite you into my kitchen, I perform for you, and you disrespect me as you have. Did you think this backwards tale would carry me to Moscow?<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 8s>>I'm no wrecker. [[Get out|Restart]].<<endtimedinsert>>
How does the soldier build this new world? Does he [[cremate the domovoi|cremate1]], or <<if $samovar eq "yes">>[[discard the wooden samovar|discard1]]<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>[[replace the iconic towel|replace1]]<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>[[dismantle the red corner|dismantle1]]<<endif>>?
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\n. . .\n\n<<timedinsert 3s>>What is this, comrade? What are you even saying?<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 6s>>OK. Sure. The domovoi survives. [[I'll continue|one2]].<<endtimedinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\n. . .\n\n<<timedinsert 3s>>What is this, comrade? What are you even saying?<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 6s>>OK. Sure. The domovoi survives. [[I'll continue|one1]].<<endtimedinsert>>
How does the soldier build this new world? Does he [[cremate the domovoi|cremate2]], or <<if $samovar eq "yes">>[[discard the wooden samovar|discard2]]<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>[[replace the iconic towel|replace2]]<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>[[dismantle the red corner|dismantle2]]<<endif>>?
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\nThe domovoi put the revolver into his mouth. His hands started to shake. The <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<else>>silver samovar<<endif>> screamed at him.\n\n"Yes friend. Now <<revise push "push" "push" end>> that bit of metal in."<<revision push>><<becomes>><<display push1>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\nThe domovoi put the revolver into his mouth. His hands started to shake. The <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<else>>silver samovar<<endif>> screamed at him.\n\n"Yes friend. Now <<revise push "push" "push" end>> that bit of metal in."<<revision push>><<becomes>><<display push3>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\nThe domovoi put the revolver into his mouth. His hands started to shake. The <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<else>>silver samovar<<endif>> screamed at him.\n\n"Yes friend. Now <<revise push "push" "push" end>> that bit of metal in."<<revision push>><<becomes>><<display push2>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\n<<if $broom eq "no">>Great work friend.<<else>>Good work friend.<<endif>> <<if $maintain eq "yes">>I agree the domovoi would be a creature who <<randomp 34 "falls back on" 33 "depends on" 33 "does not think past">> tradition. <<endif>><<if $kneel eq "yes">>I agree the domovoi would be a creature who <<randomp 50 "hides" 50 "retreats">> behind religion. <<endif>> <<if $broom eq "yes">>And the suggestion about the broom! Ah . . . I was not intending to take the story that direction. But perhaps it works like a surprise, sure—that the domovoi had a late moment of <<randomp 50 "decisiveness" 50 "assertiveness">>.<<endif>>\n\nFriend . . . I feel your unease. You shouldn't <<randomp 50 "think about" 50 "dwell on">> what could have been, because there aren't tales we perform the same twice. We're building new worlds. Even this performance will change—<<randomp 50 "words and images" 50 "characters and events">> will be different in your memories than when you first heard them. \n\n<<randomp 50 "Isn't that a comfort?" 50 "Doesn't that comfort you?">>\n\nAh . . . forgive me. I was carried off. [[I'll continue|soldier3]].
\n\n"Address him as master, rude intruder," the spider said from the vase she'd hidden in.
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\n<<if $samovar eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes">>Great work friend. I'm impressed with the consistent portrayal of the domovoi's greed. The way he hoards his master's wealth!<<endif>><<if $samovar eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes">>Great work friend. It's an observant choice to make the domovoi so concerned with religion, and then show the greed behind it—such hypocrisy!<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>Ah . . . I don't like the direction you suggest for this tale, friend. Sure, the domovoi is concerned for his master's household, but I do not see him as so assertive. I made it into a moment where the soldier could defend himself, but be mindful of these decisions.<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>Ah . . . I don't like the direction you suggest for this tale, friend. Sure, the domovoi is concerned for the red corner, but I do not see him as so assertive. I tried to show his foolishness with the burned icons, but be mindful of these decisions.<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>Hold. You must be more careful with these decisions. If you have the domovoi speak of the value of his master's household, then assault the spider and soldier, it sounds as though you condone his backwards views.<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>Hold. You must be more careful with these decisions. If you have the domovoi speak of the value of the red corner, then assault the spider and soldier, it sounds as though you condone his backwards views.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes">>Great work friend. I'm impressed . . . we showed the domovoi's reverence of his master, then revealed its uncomfortable connections to backwards religious ideologies.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes">>Great work friend. I'm impressed . . . we showed the domovoi's reverence of the red corner, then emphasized its connection to patriarchal power with the towel.<<endif>>\n\n[[I'll continue|third3]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\n<<if $samovar eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes">>Great work friend. I'm impressed with the consistent portrayal of the domovoi's greed. The way he hoards his master's wealth!<<endif>><<if $samovar eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes">>Great work friend. It's an observant choice to make the domovoi so concerned with religion, and then show the greed behind it—such hypocrisy!<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>Ah . . . I don't like the direction you suggest for this tale, friend. Sure, the domovoi is concerned for his master's household, but I do not see him as so assertive. I made it into a moment where the soldier could defend himself, but be mindful of these decisions.<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>Ah . . . I don't like the direction you suggest for this tale, friend. Sure, the domovoi is concerned for the red corner, but I do not see him as so assertive. I tried to show his foolishness with the burned icons, but be mindful of these decisions.<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>Hold. You must be more careful with these decisions. If you have the domovoi speak of the value of his master's household, then assault the spider and soldier, it sounds as though you condone his backwards views.<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>Hold. You must be more careful with these decisions. If you have the domovoi speak of the value of the red corner, then assault the spider and soldier, it sounds as though you condone his backwards views.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes">>Great work friend. I'm impressed . . . we showed the domovoi's reverence of his master, then revealed its uncomfortable connections to backwards religious ideologies.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes">>Great work friend. I'm impressed . . . we showed the domovoi's reverence of the red corner, then emphasized its connection to patriarchal power with the towel.<<endif>>\n\n[[I'll continue|third2]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\n<<if $samovar eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes">>Great work friend. I'm impressed with the consistent portrayal of the domovoi's greed. The way he hoards his master's wealth!<<endif>><<if $samovar eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes">>Great work friend. It's an observant choice to make the domovoi so concerned with religion, and then show the greed behind it—such hypocrisy!<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>Ah . . . I don't like the direction you suggest for this tale, friend. Sure, the domovoi is concerned for his master's household, but I do not see him as so assertive. I made it into a moment where the soldier could defend himself, but be mindful of these decisions.<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>Ah . . . I don't like the direction you suggest for this tale, friend. Sure, the domovoi is concerned for the red corner, but I do not see him as so assertive. I tried to show his foolishness with the burned icons, but be mindful of these decisions.<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>Hold. You must be more careful with these decisions. If you have the domovoi speak of the value of his master's household, then assault the spider and soldier, it sounds as though you condone his backwards views.<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>Hold. You must be more careful with these decisions. If you have the domovoi speak of the value of the red corner, then assault the spider and soldier, it sounds as though you condone his backwards views.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes" and $maintain eq "yes">>Great work friend. I'm impressed . . . we showed the domovoi's reverence of his master, then revealed its uncomfortable connections to backwards religious ideologies.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes" and $kneel eq "yes">>Great work friend. I'm impressed . . . we showed the domovoi's reverence of the red corner, then emphasized its connection to patriarchal power with the towel.<<endif>>\n\n[[I'll continue|third1]].
\n\n"Address him as master, rude intruder," the spider said from the vase she'd hidden in.
\n\n"Address him as master, rude intruder," the spider said from the vase she'd hidden in.
<<revision spider>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spiderwebwindow.jpg]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spidergoneweb.jpg]]<<endrevision>>\n"Oh, master, I apologize for my earlier comments toward you. The domovoi had me under a wicked spell," the spider said.\n\n"Do not worry friend. This is a new land, where women can fulfill themselves without negotiating with men." The soldier put the spider and her brood into a comfortable <<revise spider "container" "container" end>>, where they huddled into packs to produce silk.<<revision spider>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . <<insert "tell me friend.">><<display container2>><<endinsert>><<endrevision>>
In the next moment, the domovoi felt his skin melt, his muscles shred, his bones shatter—all at once. His consciousness stretched to take on the room's full dimensions. The oven warmed his newly wooden interior, winter froze his exterior. Just as the threatened tortoise retreats into its shell, [[the domovoi had become the hut.|hut1]]
<<silently>><<set $maintain = "yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spider.png]]\nThank you friend.\n\n“Until the master has returned to maintain the familial land, which the mir distributed to his grandfather in decades past, I cannot permit the presence of <<insert "unwelcome">><<display unwelcome2>><<endinsert>>
In the next moment, the domovoi felt his skin melt, his muscles shred, his bones shatter—all at once. His consciousness stretched to take on the room's full dimensions. The oven warmed his newly wooden interior, winter froze his exterior. Just as the threatened tortoise retreats into its shell, [[the domovoi had become the hut.|hut3]]
In the next moment, the domovoi felt his skin melt, his muscles shred, his bones shatter—all at once. His consciousness stretched to take on the room's full dimensions. The oven warmed his newly wooden interior, winter froze his exterior. Just as the threatened tortoise retreats into its shell, [[the domovoi had become the hut.|hut2]]
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi could not be certain of his arm's condition. The house no longer spoke to him, and he understood the blows had stopped.\n\n<<if $oven eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would light the oven, trying to defend against the winter storm, he would remember his stone mouth, and all the futile words and fire that came from it. His voice would boom in his mind, until he could no longer remember if the voice had belonged to him or someone else. You are in the home of the absent master Nikolai Pavlovich Gospodarev, the voice would coldly say to the domovoi, and each word would be <<revise moment "a hammer's strike" "a hammer's strike" end>>.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would reknit the towel, trying to restore the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. He would move the threads to add bruises and scars to the portrait, then <<revise moment "wounds" "wounds" end>>, a hole where the throat had never been torn open. And when he would discuss the household routines with his master, the portrait would part its lips, reach for its neck, and choke.<<endif>><<if $samovar eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would restore the samovar, trying to return the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the tool that constructed them. The samovar, with its polished silver, would reflect the domovoi's <<revise moment "broken form" "broken form" end>>, transformed not from the hammer but from his natural reconstruction. When he would stare at this other self, he could feel his bruises pulse, his scars reopen, his bones tremble.<<endif>><<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window3]].<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi could not be certain of his arm's condition. He could no longer recognize himself, and understood the blows had stopped.\n\n<<if $oven eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would light the oven, trying to defend against the winter storm, he would remember his stone mouth, and all the futile words and fire that came from it. His voice would boom in his mind, until he could no longer remember whom it had addressed. You are in the home of the soldier, he would say, the brave man who now builds the new world. And in time he would see—falsely—his master before him, who then fired the bullet, who then held <<revise moment "the hammer" "the hammer" end>>.<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would reknit the towel, trying to restore the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the tool that constructed them. His master's hands would become crueler in his memories, each needle a razor, forced into threads to craft hateful features, until the domovoi could not see them as distinct from the hands that held <<revise moment "the hammer" "the hammer" end>>. One feature at a time, the icon would become a tribute to the soldier.<<endif>><<if $samovar eq "yes">>Some time later, when the domovoi would restore the samovar, trying to return the hut to its original condition, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. In his memories, the moments when he watched his master pour tea would combine into one scene: the spout served, one at a time, four identical visitors, who carried ten-chamber revolvers and <<revise moment "frozen hammers" "frozen hammers" end>>. Their vacant faces would turn, in perfect unison, to watch the domovoi.<<endif>><<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window2]].<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi could not be certain of his arm's condition. He felt emptied, and understood the blows had stopped.\n\nSome time later, when the domovoi would sit at his master's bench, trying to think of anything other than soot, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. The injuries' order would change in his mind, until he could no longer remember the injuries, only the emotions connected to them. Various sensations would pull him back to the <<revise moment "precise moment" "precise moment" end>>, but more often, he would pull himself back.<<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window1]].<<endrevision>>
<<silently>><<set $maintain = "yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spider.png]]\nThank you friend.\n\n“Until the master has returned to maintain the familial land, which the mir distributed to his grandfather in decades past, I cannot permit the presence of <<insert "unwelcome">><<display unwelcome3>><<endinsert>>
<<if $broom eq "yes">>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/windownoweb.jpg]]<<else>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/windowweb.jpg]]<<endif>>\n"He lied, master. The village is full with peasants and other such creatures," the spider said. She had now encased the red corner in her silk.\n\nThe domovoi returned the broken glass to the window frame. When he connected the pieces, the window restored itself as if it had never been shattered. He closed the shutters with the three-inch breach, limped to the sheepskin beds above the oven, and then [[slept|slept3]].
<<if $broom eq "yes">>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/windownoweb.jpg]]<<else>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/windowweb.jpg]]<<endif>>\n"He lied, master. The village is full with peasants and other such creatures," the spider said. She had now encased the red corner in her silk.\n\nThe domovoi returned the broken glass to the window frame. When he connected the pieces, the window restored itself as if it had never been shattered. He closed the shutters with the two-inch breach, limped to the sheepskin beds above the oven, and then [[slept|slept2]].
<<if $broom eq "yes">>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/windownoweb.jpg]]<<else>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/windowweb.jpg]]<<endif>>\n"He lied, master. The village is full with peasants and other such creatures," the spider said. She had now encased the red corner in her silk.\n\nThe domovoi returned the broken glass to the window frame. When he connected the pieces, the window restored itself as if it had never been shattered. He closed the shutters with the one-inch breach, limped to the sheepskin beds above the oven, and then [[slept|slept1]].
<<silently>><<set $maintain = "yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spider.png]]\nThank you friend.\n\n“Until the master has returned to maintain the familial land, which the mir distributed to his grandfather in decades past, I cannot permit the presence of <<insert "unwelcome">><<display unwelcome1>><<endinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi4.jpg]]\nThe domovoi saw his limp wrist and understood he had tried to crawl. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Wetness ran down his back|wetness3]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[A dam burst inside his head|dam3]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Welts formed on his arm|welts3]]. <<if $oven and $broom eq "yes">>Once more, the cold hammer stuck him—there was now rhythm. Twice more, the cold hammer—now routine. Thrice more—[[comfort|comfort3]].<<endif>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi4.jpg]]\nThe domovoi saw his limp wrist and understood he had tried to crawl. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Welts formed on his arm|welts2]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Wetness ran down his back|wetness2]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[A dam burst inside his head|dam2]]. <<if $oven and $broom eq "yes">>Once more, the cold hammer stuck him—there was now rhythm. Twice more, the cold hammer—now routine. Thrice more—[[comfort|comfort2]].<<endif>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi4.jpg]]\nThe domovoi saw his limp wrist and understood he had tried to crawl. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[A dam burst inside his head|dam1]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Welts formed on his arm|welts1]]. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. [[Wetness ran down his back|wetness1]]. <<if $oven and $broom eq "yes">>Once more, the cold hammer stuck him—there was now rhythm. Twice more, the cold hammer—now routine. Thrice more—[[comfort|comfort1]].<<endif>>
try { macros['randomp'] = { \n\n handler: function(place,macroName,params,parser) {\n var state = 0;\n var passageflag = false;\n var chance = 100;\n var r = Math.random() * 100;\n \n for(var i = 0; i < params.length; i++) {\n switch(state) {\n case 0:\n if(params[i] == 'passage') {\n passageflag = true;\n state = 1;\n break;\n }\n //No break !!! fall through if keyword 'passage' is not used\n \n case 1:\n chance -= params[i];\n state = 2;\n break;\n \n case 2:\n if(r >= chance) {\n if(passageflag) macros.display.handler(place,macroName,[ params[i] ]); \n else new Wikifier(place, params[i]);\n return;\n }\n state = 0;\n break;\n }\n }\n },\n\n init: function() { }\n \n};} catch(e) { \n throwError(place,"Macro Randomp Error: "+e.message); \n}
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\nThe domovoi pressed the revolver to his heart. His hands started to shake. The <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<else>>silver samovar<<endif>> screamed at him.\n\n"Yes friend. Now <<revise push "push" "push" end>> that bit of metal in."<<revision push>><<becomes>><<display push2>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\nThe domovoi pressed the revolver to his heart. His hands started to shake. The <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<else>>silver samovar<<endif>> screamed at him.\n\n"Yes friend. Now <<revise push "push" "push" end>> that bit of metal in."<<revision push>><<becomes>><<display push3>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]\nThe domovoi pressed the revolver to his heart. His hands started to shake. The <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<else>>silver samovar<<endif>> screamed at him.\n\n"Yes friend. Now <<revise push "push" "push" end>> that bit of metal in."<<revision push>><<becomes>><<display push1>><<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\n. . .\n\n<<timedinsert 3s>>What is this, comrade? What are you even saying?<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 6s>>OK. Sure. The domovoi survives. [[I'll continue|one3]].<<endtimedinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\nGreat work friend. You've been instrumental in constructing this tale. I am concerned though . . . do you think the peasants will spread this tale as <<randomp 50 "one of their own" 50 "their own creation">>? <<randomp 34 "Perhaps we should have put in more humor . . . if the spider wore a hat . . ." 33 "Perhaps we should have put in more violence . . . if the soldier had a tank . . ." 33 "Perhaps we made the themes too subtle . . . if the soldier carried a podium . . .">>\n\nAh . . . I've kept you too long though. So rude of me! Thank you for listening to my performance—no, our performance. [[Goodbye friend|Restart]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\nGreat work friend. You've been instrumental in constructing this tale. I am concerned though . . . do you think the peasants will spread this tale as <<randomp 50 "one of their own" 50 "their own creation">>? <<if $towel eq "yes">>Perhaps we should have put in more humor . . . if the iconic towel depicted a clown . . .<<else>><<randomp 50 "Perhaps the soldier should have been a woman . . . no, too soon . . ." 50 "Perhaps we made the themes too subtle . . . if the domovoi were an alcoholic . . .">><<endif>>\n\nAh . . . I've kept you too long though. So rude of me! Thank you for listening to my performance—our performance. [[Goodbye friend|Restart]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\nGreat work friend. You've been instrumental in constructing this tale. I am concerned though . . . do you think the peasants will spread this tale as <<randomp 50 "one of their own" 50 "their own creation">>? <<if $samovar eq "yes">>Perhaps we made the themes too subtle . . . if the samovar were filled with the ashes of dead children . . .<<else>><<randomp 50 "Perhaps we should have put in more humor . . . if the domovoi shot himself in the foot . . ." 50 "Perhaps we should have put in more violence . . . if the soldier had a shootout with the domovoi . . .">><<endif>>\n\nAh . . . I've kept you too long though. So rude of me! Thank you for listening to my performance—our performance. [[Goodbye friend|Restart]].
\n\nOnce more, the domovoi listened, but the tool did not fire. The house screamed at him.\n\n"Here, idiot, I'll show you." The soldier <<insert "reached over">>, but flinched as the revolver fired. When he looked down, a pile of [[dead hair|two2]] littered the floorboards.<<endinsert>>
\n\nOnce more, the domovoi listened, but the tool did not fire. The house screamed at him.\n\n"Here, idiot, I'll show you." The soldier <<insert "reached over">>, but flinched as the revolver fired. When he looked down, a pile of [[dead hair|two3]] littered the floorboards.<<endinsert>>
\n\nOnce more, the domovoi listened, but the tool did not fire. The house screamed at him.\n\n"Here, idiot, I'll show you." The soldier <<insert "reached over">>, but flinched as the revolver fired. When he looked down, a pile of [[dead hair|two1]] littered the floorboards.<<endinsert>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi2.jpg]]\nThe domovoi saw dark fluid on the floor and understood his mouth had filled with blood. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. A [[bitter crack|sound1]] came from his hand.
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spiderweb.png]]\n<<randomp 34 "Thank you friend." 33 "I appreciate this friend." 33 "Good idea friend.">>\n\nIn that moment of weakness, a <<randomp 50 "wave" 50 "flood">> of black dots rolled off the spider's back and onto the web. The children huddled into packs, where they shivered like atoms. After this performance, the winter winds, previously familiar to the domovoi, now seemed to besiege the hut.\n\nThe domovoi turned from the spider and her brood, limped to the bench crafted by his master some time ago, and fell onto it. He rested a hand on a knee, the other pulled at his beard. His simple mind produced no valuable thoughts.\n\n"Will you light the oven for us, master? [[It is cold.|cold1]]"
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi5.jpg]]\nThe domovoi could not be certain of his back's condition. He felt emptied, and understood the blows had stopped.\n\nSome time later, when the domovoi would sit at his master's bench, trying to think of anything other than soot, he would remember the cold spots on his flesh, all the same circumference as the hammer that constructed them. The injuries' order would change in his mind, until he could no longer remember the injuries, only the emotions connected to them. Different sensations would pull him back to the <<revise moment "precise moment" "precise moment" end>>, but more often, he would pull himself back.<<revision moment>><<becomes>>\n\nAh . . . but at the present moment, the soldier still stood over him with the hammer.\n\n"I'm not a murderer, creature. I'll find another place, but in some time, when the furious land has consumed you, I'll return to tame it." He left through the [[shattered window|window1]].<<endrevision>>
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/domovoi2.jpg]]\nThe domovoi saw dark fluid on the floor and understood his mouth had filled with blood. Once more, the cold hammer struck him. A [[bitter crack|sound2]] came from his hand.
<<revision lit>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier3.jpg]]<<endrevision>>\nThe domovoi sank. He could not count, but he knew this to be a large number.\n\n"Your master is dead." \n\nThe soldier <<revise lit "lit a cigarette." "lit a cigarette." end>><<revision lit>><<becomes>><<display lit1>><<endrevision>>
<<revision lit>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier3.jpg]]<<endrevision>>\nThe domovoi sank. He could not count, but he knew this to be a large number.\n\n"Your master is dead." \n\nThe soldier <<revise lit "lit a cigarette." "lit a cigarette." end>><<revision lit>><<becomes>><<display lit3>><<endrevision>>
<<revision lit>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier1.jpg]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/soldier3.jpg]]<<endrevision>>\nThe domovoi sank. He could not count, but he knew this to be a large number.\n\n"Your master is dead." \n\nThe soldier <<revise lit "lit a cigarette." "lit a cigarette." end>><<revision lit>><<becomes>><<display lit2>><<endrevision>>
<<silently>><<set $kneel = "yes">><<endsilently>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/spider.png]]\nThank you friend.\n\n"Until the master has returned to kneel before the red corner, where I've trimmed the lamp to burn with the same intensity as it did at the moment he left, I cannot permit the presence of <<insert "unwelcome">><<display presence3>><<endinsert>>
<<silently>><<set $samovar = "yes">><<endsilently>><<revision wood>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/silversamovar.png]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/woodsamovar.png]]<<endrevision>>\n<<randomp 34 "Thank you friend." 33 "I appreciate this friend." 33 "Good idea friend.">>\n\nThe domovoi concentrated on the silver samovar's features. Its handles resembled piled snakes, functionless in their decoration, but the domovoi thought this excess beautiful. Within the polished silver, an inefficient amount of tea stagnated. The domovoi thought hard on these perceived qualities, to engrave them into his mind, because he would need to remember. Apprehensive, mournful, he transmuted the valuable samovar into <<revise wood "wood." "wood." end>><<revision wood>><<becomes>>\n\n<<display wood1>><<endrevision>>
<<silently>><<set $samovar = "yes">><<endsilently>><<revision wood>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/silversamovar.png]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/woodsamovar.png]]<<endrevision>>\n<<randomp 34 "Thank you friend." 33 "I appreciate this friend." 33 "Good idea friend.">>\n\nThe domovoi concentrated on the features of the silver samovar. Its handles resembled piled snakes, functionless in their decoration, but the domovoi thought this excess beautiful. The surface had been polished to reflect the room. The domovoi thought hard on these perceived qualities, to engrave them into his mind, because he would need to remember. Apprehensive, mournful, he transmuted the valuable samovar into <<revise wood "wood." "wood." end>><<revision wood>><<becomes>>\n\n<<display wood3>><<endrevision>>
<<silently>><<set $samovar = "yes">><<endsilently>><<revision wood>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/silversamovar.png]]<<becomes>>[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/woodsamovar.png]]<<endrevision>>\n<<randomp 34 "Thank you friend." 33 "I appreciate this friend." 33 "Good idea friend.">>\n\nThe domovoi concentrated on the silver samovar's features. Its handles resembled piled snakes, functionless in their decoration, but the domovoi thought this excess beautiful. Some time ago, he would silently watch his master pour tea for well-dressed visitors, who were unaware of his presence. The domovoi thought hard on these memories, engraved them into his mind, because he would need to remember. Apprehensive, mournful, he transmuted the valuable samovar into <<revise wood "wood." "wood." end>><<revision wood>><<becomes>>\n\n<<display wood2>><<endrevision>>
As the spirit slouched further into his knees, the soldier's drags became longer, more comfortable. The fires in the oven died, the hut grew cold as if it'd never been warm.\n\nThe cigarette burned so bright. The domovoi searched those tiny fires—they were his master's candles, unlit for decades. Would he never [[return|return1]]?
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\n<<if $broom eq "no">>Great work friend.<<else>>Good work friend.<<endif>> <<if $maintain eq "yes">>I agree the domovoi would be a creature who <<randomp 34 "falls back on" 33 "depends on" 33 "does not think past">> tradition. <<endif>><<if $kneel eq "yes">>I agree the domovoi would be a creature who <<randomp 50 "hides" 50 "retreats">> behind religion. <<endif>> <<if $broom eq "yes">>And the suggestion about the broom! Ah . . . I was not intending to take the story that direction. But perhaps it works like a surprise, sure—that the domovoi had a late moment of <<randomp 50 "decisiveness" 50 "assertiveness">>.<<endif>>\n\nFriend . . . I feel your unease. You shouldn't <<randomp 50 "think about" 50 "dwell on">> what could have been, because there aren't tales we perform the same twice. We're building new worlds. Even this performance will change—<<randomp 50 "words and images" 50 "characters and events">> will be different in your memories than when you first heard them. \n\n<<randomp 50 "Isn't that a comfort?" 50 "Doesn't that comfort you?">>\n\nAh . . . forgive me. I was carried off. [[I'll continue|soldier2]].
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\n<<if $broom eq "no">>Great work friend.<<else>>Good work friend.<<endif>> <<if $maintain eq "yes">>I agree the domovoi would be a creature who <<randomp 34 "falls back on" 33 "depends on" 33 "does not think past">> tradition. <<endif>><<if $kneel eq "yes">>I agree the domovoi would be a creature who <<randomp 50 "hides" 50 "retreats">> behind religion. <<endif>> <<if $broom eq "yes">>And the suggestion about the broom! Ah . . . I was not intending to take the story that direction. But perhaps it works like a surprise, sure—that the domovoi had a late moment of <<randomp 50 "decisiveness" 50 "assertiveness">>.<<endif>>\n\nFriend . . . I feel your unease. You shouldn't <<randomp 50 "think about" 50 "dwell on">> what could have been, because there aren't tales we perform the same twice. We're building new worlds. Even this performance will change—<<randomp 50 "words and images" 50 "characters and events">> will be different in your memories than when you first heard them. \n\n<<randomp 50 "Isn't that a comfort?" 50 "Doesn't that comfort you?">>\n\nAh . . . forgive me. I was carried off. [[I'll continue|soldier1]].
As the spirit slouched further into his knees, the soldier's drags became longer, more comfortable. The fires in the oven died, the hut grew cold as if it'd never been warm.\n\nThe cigarette burned so bright. The domovoi searched those tiny fires—they were his master's candles, unlit for decades. Would he never [[return|return2]]?
[img[http://www.bravemule.com/storage/the-domovoi/hands1.jpg]]\nAh . . . not one of those old superstitions! Forget all you know about such stories. This is a new tale, <<randomp 50 "with" 50 "about">> real heroes. First performance—help me work it out, will you? <<randomp 34 "[[Pass the time|pass1]]" 33 "[[Pass the time|pass2]]" 33 "[[Pass the time|pass3]]">>.
<<if $broom eq "no" and $oven eq "no">><<display address2>><<endif>><<if $broom eq "no" and $oven eq "yes">><<display vase2>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>"The mir distributed this land to him. You must leave," the domovoi said.<<endif>><<if $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "yes">>"This household is a sanctuary for him and his God, visitor. I cannot permit your presence," the domovoi said.<<endif>><<if $maintain eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>"The mir distributed this land to him. You must leave," the domovoi said to the soldier.<<endif>><<if $kneel eq "yes" and $broom eq "no">>"This household is a sanctuary for him and his God, visitor. I cannot permit your presence," the domovoi said to the soldier.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $broom eq "no">>"Am I not a guest? Where is my tea, my bread? You let the spider stay here.<<endif>><<if $broom eq "yes">>"Am I not a guest? Where is my tea, my bread? Would you send me into the cold like that brood I watched you banish?<<endif>> <<revise answer "Answer me, domovoi." "Answer me, domovoi." end>>"<<revision answer>><<becomes>><<display answer2>><<endrevision>>
When the soldier inspected the wooden samovar, its surface reflected none of his attractive features. At his firm touch, the dried bark dusted his nails. But when he'd first entered the hut, the samovar's silver shine had drawn his attention. He knew only one creature had such dominion over the household.\n\n"I'm not here for <<randomp 50 "greed" 50 "theft">>, domovoi. Come out, let's discuss this [[problem|problem3]] of ours."
\n\nThe soldier paused. He considered the <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>iconic towel<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>burned icons<<endif>>.\n\n"I'm sorry friend. That war ended [[sixty years|sixty1]] ago."
\n\nThe soldier paused. He considered the <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>iconic towel<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>burned icons<<endif>>.\n\n"I'm sorry friend. That war ended [[sixty years|sixty2]] ago."
\n\nThe soldier paused. He considered the <<if $samovar eq "yes">>wooden samovar<<endif>><<if $towel eq "yes">>iconic towel<<endif>><<if $oven eq "yes">>burned icons<<endif>>.\n\n"I'm sorry friend. That war ended [[sixty years|sixty3]] ago."
—"\n\n"Such talk of homes! Master, I've carried my children across field and forest. They're never known the comfort of familiar space. Old <<randomp 50 "chairs" 50 "benches">>, ovens, beds—those are your luxuries. Would you <<randomp 34 "throw" 33 "exile" 33 "banish">> my children and I into the <<randomp 50 "cold" 50 "storm">>, would you deny us <<randomp 50 "that connection" 50 "those connections">>?"\n\nThe domovoi paused. The spider had now encased a <<revision friend>>wicker broom<<becomes>>[[wicker broom|broom3]]<<endrevision>> in her silk. The domovoi moved three steps back to see the spider's entire web.\n\n<<revise friend "Friend . . ." "Friend . . ." end>><<revision friend>><<becomes>> share your mind. Would it be compelling if the domovoi were [[persuaded to listen|listen3]]?<<endrevision>>
—"\n\n"Such talk of families! Master, I carry my children on my back. I've been made to spin them homes in the most intolerable churches. When insects and birds were few, I went without. Would you <<randomp 34 "throw" 33 "exile" 33 "banish">> my children and I into the <<randomp 50 "cold" 50 "storm">>, would you end those bonds?"\n\nThe domovoi paused. The spider had now encased a <<revision friend>>wicker broom<<becomes>>[[wicker broom|broom2]]<<endrevision>> in her silk. The domovoi moved three steps back to see the spider's entire web.\n\n<<revise friend "Friend . . ." "Friend . . ." end>><<revision friend>><<becomes>> share your mind. Would it be compelling if the domovoi were [[persuaded to listen|listen2]]?<<endrevision>>
—"\n\n"Such talk of legacies! Master, we eat our mates. I survive my dead <<randomp 50 "brothers and sisters" 50 "sisters and brothers">>. I continue the line of my <<randomp 33 "feared" 34 "beloved" 33 "dread">> mother, the dweller of churches, poisoner of priests! Would you <<randomp 34 "throw" 33 "exile" 33 "banish">> my children and I to the <<randomp 50 "cold" 50 "storm">>, would you murder those memories?"\n\nThe domovoi paused. The spider had now encased a <<revision friend>>wicker broom<<becomes>>[[wicker broom|broom1]]<<endrevision>> in her silk. The domovoi moved three steps back to see the spider's entire web.\n\n<<revise friend "Friend . . ." "Friend . . ." end>><<revision friend>><<becomes>> share your mind. Would it be compelling if the domovoi were [[persuaded to listen|listen1]]?<<endrevision>>