Europe
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Too Busy To Notice
At the as-yet-unnamed colony, diUmbria walked, somewhat dazed, among the buildings- down fresh dirt roads soon to be cobbled, past shops and homes being raised brick by brick, timber by timber. Newly painted windows and doors spoke of industrious hands forming a new life in this incredible landscape. The population was just shy of two hundred souls now. He had come to be the sole director of the affairs of the colony. All of the resources had been his own, and all of the buildings had been surveyed and approved by the Venetian captain. To the end that his bank account was running lower and lower, by the millions then…
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Foundation of the Society
One fine sailing season, not so long ago, the adventurer Captain diUmbria of Venice was gliding across the Mediterranean when something in the crystal waters below caught his eye. It was a fine longsword, by the looks of it not long cast-off- though to be sure, its edge was dull; and it bore a name, that of Vikus. It was a name of a man he’d seen around the docks of Seville more than once, though he did not know him. Was it the same man? How did the blade come to be here? He decided to keep it, and hope for clues to the weapon’s tale. Not long after…
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The Sight of Stonehenge
Stately ships lay moored quietly as dusk softly settled on the docks of London. The air was wet with the smell of the sea, the buildings slowly receeding into the shadows of the night. Interiors beckoned with cozy warmth, the orange yellow glow of welcoming taverns lined up to face the sailors coming in from the ocean. At one, a certain seasoned italian captain paused a moment to take in the view before plunging through a doorway to the welcoming farmiliarity of his favorite establishment. The man was known as diUmbria, the fabled Venetian sailor known far and wide as much for his bravery at sea and in battle as…
