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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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A glimpse of Greenland
diumbria stood on deck a bit off-shore of Cayenne, after sailing south from the colony to tip of Florida, then west around the coast of the Gulf of Mexico. They passed seeing Veracruz, Merida, Maricaibo, Willemstad; all places that, in one way or another, he’d never even really conceived of. It was true, he knew, that Spain and Portugal, and even the Netherlands, had been colonizing the Caribbean and South America for years now; but the presence of it shocked him, to find European style buildings in so many parts of the new world. Still, the overall landscape was so wild. Everywhere he ventured in the wilderness, there was this…
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To The New World
After the kraken hunt, diUmbria returns to London. He soon receives post from Juan Garrion to meet at Seville, as he is finally ready to sail for the New World. The older captain is anxious to find a place to begin an approved colony, the company having already grown to include 12 other fine captain’s and their exploits. He began to feel he was part of something greater than himself. Still, he was beginning to wonder about the kraken. Was it only a myth? He’d been at sea A LOT. No kraken. The only person ever, so far as he knew, to actually see one was Keplin, and his disappearance…
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Return from India
Having reached India and spent some time gathering a fortune in goods from the markets along the western coast, it was from distant Pondicherry that diUmbria began his preparations to leave and return to Europe. For their last evening he planned a long visit to an open air restaurant where he ordered several rounds for his crew and a feast for himself of rum and daal, doogh and samosa, milk wine and mutton curry, finishing with a last serving of rosogolla. On their first venture out from port, headed to Ceylon, they are able to narrowly avoid five hostile xebecs. They did not escape without taking several rounds of cannon…
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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…
est. Venice, 1752
