Year one, month 2In 1083, Tekud Toadworship was found guilty of heresy by the Elementalist Inquisition. His family was executed, but he fled the Four Kingdom, leaving his titles behind, using his wealth to purchase a boat and supplies enough to bring him and his (friends? Servants?) to the new world.
The first month, they built. The humans cleared land for farming, whilst the dwarves built homes for the four human families, and dug a chamber for themselves. Such it was and such is true.
The second month, the following happened.On the first day of the second month, there came from the inland forests a small party of men dressed in simple clothing, wielding spears and bows. They entered the village, where it was to be seen that they were neither fully elven, nor human. All gathered to see what they had to say. They spoke in a tongue that all men knew, yet few spoke; the old word, the words of the gods or so it is said. Tekud, who claimed to know 'Mayhaps five score words of that ancient tongue', spoke with them. The natives spoke of anger, of gods of strife and fire. They offered Tekud beads and cloth, finely carved figurines, and exotic spices. Tekud explained to the villagers; "They believe us to be angels or messengers of their gods- their god of war. They give us these gifts as that we should not take their lands and bring strife to them. They appear to want our muskets, though."
The villagers gladly accepted the natives gifts, having no problem with handing over their two muskets and remaining blackpowder- their was no need for them now, and the powder was of a poor make.
There was a feast that night. Children gathered mushrooms and berries from the woods, and the villagers killed a goat, and they all sat round their camp fire singing. Until it rained, which just goes to show that weather in the new world has no sense of narrative. The dwarves set to work building an all-purpose town hall as that the weather would not ruin their fun or supplies in the future. The hall was a simple structure of thick wooden beams cut from the local forest, formed into a simple longhouse, with a tables and chairs, and a simple wooden altar to suffice the villager's religious needs. Beneath, a well dug cellar housed the village's food supplies.
Just before the hall was completed, there sailed into the bay a vessel of dark design. A sleek ship, which cut through the water easily with it's spiked prow, propelled by rowers, although two black sails for long distance travel hung from it's masts. A flag, showing a dark spike rising from the waves, confirmed that this vessel was of
Ozob Ostzu.
Sea-going goblins. No raiders they, being members of the nation's council, although a little vigorous in their tackling of pirates, and quick to go to war, but always a war the council could have no qualms with.
A dingy ferried a party of goblins to the shore.
"Tekud Baldtrusts?", spoke the chief goblin.
"I do not answer to that name any more, Aslot ngusnog”r. How did you find me?"
"Brother, I am afraid anyone can find you. The magic of the New world is strong, and it reacts badly to our presence. Scyers can find civilsed people by finding areas where they can't see anything. Whilst we were not looking for you, we came to find out who is settling here, whilst no nation has sent a party?"
"Aslot, you know what happened to my family. I could not stay home. I could not stay anywhere in the old world, for they would find me and kill me, but not before I betrayed my fellow Beyonders"
"I know. However, you are not as safe here as you think. The Four Kingdom knows you are here, somewhere. And they will send a warship and raze your little colony to the ground, and no one will stop them, for technically this is a renegade state... I have a solution, though. If you will attend a meeting with me in private?"
"Tekud cancels work, attending meeting, my friend"
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"Brother, for your colony to survive, it requires at least legal protection. As such, I have a deal for you: Surrender your colony to the Ozob Ostzu colonial council. Do not fear, your liberty will not be at stake- no, the council is too busy with managing New Rapespire to care about a technicality like this. You will be under the protection of the nation's council, safe from the inquistion. What say you?"
"What if the colonial council notices us?"
"They probably won't care. Maybe they will direct some colonists your way- but you have no qualms with housing goblins, right?"
"No, of course not. We are all equal under the toad, mere letters in the vast code that is the world"
"Then will you accept?"
"Brother, I will accept. I am ecstatic. I have admired a fine deal recently"
"I too am ecstatic. I have admired a fine decision lately. Simply sign here and here. Ooh, the colony needs a name"
"I don't know.. just leave it blank"
"Can't do that, brother"
"Call it Bay12, then. We can change it later, right?"
"Yeah, sure. All right, done. Goodbye"
"We admire toads for their pror gamin"
"Amen"
And so was hung the flag of Ozob Ostzu in Bay12. No man thought to complain, for Ozob Ostzu was a fine nation, and Tekud had reassured them that there would be no meddling in their affairs. The town hall was completed, and all was well.
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