The land Caor sees is harsh, and rugged. A rocky coast giving way to dark, brooding forest and large hills. Tall mountains loom above the shore, not near as large as the Misty Mountains, clouds slightly obscuring the snow capped peaks.
Caor nearly jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder, his own hand leaping to the dagger at his belt. He relaxes slightly when he sees who had touched him.
Ecthelon, Caor's younger brother, was smiling at him slightly. Though it was somewhat ruined by the scarring on his face. The right side of his once handsome visage had been mauled by a warg on the trip south to Gondor, his eye missing from the twisted, thick flesh. Though Ecthelon always jested that it made him look distinctive, and Caor couldn't really argue with that.
"Safety at last, eh brother?" He asks, some hope in his eyes. Something that had been missing from everyone lately, most notably Caor himself.
"For however long it lasts. A place to rest and resupply at least." Caor says, his voice grim. While this place may seem safe for now, it's likely only a matter of time before Sauron's servants begin to pursue them.
Caor turns away from Ecthelon, paying no mind to the slight glare his brother gives him.
"Tell the captain to bring us in. We'll ferry people over in the smaller boats, as I doubt those rocks will do any good for the larger ships." Caor says, dismissing his brother. Ecthelon merely nods, before going to carry out his brothers orders.
Caor looks to the horizon and the approaching shore, his hand idly toying with a small wooden charm, in the shape of a some form of flower, hanging around his neck on a course piece of rope.
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The rocky shore was as inhospitable as it looked from a distance. While the ships could safely anchor not far from the coast, it'd be madness to try and beach the larger vessels.
It took quite a while to get everyone off the boats, the smaller ships serving to ferry them from boat to shore, but it gets done before the storm hits in force.
The small natural harbor provides some shelter for the ships from the full power of the thunderstorm, but the people on shore quickly get soaked.
Fires are quickly set up by the rangers, and some basic wind breakers made out of fallen branches and small cliffs. The people huddle around the fires, weeping with great sorrow and joy. Sorrow, for all that they had lost. And joy for finally finding safety.
Caor, while others try to finally relax after the flight from Arda, looks to the future...
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Week 1, Turn 1.
Military:
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Economic:
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Intrigue:
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Diplomacy:
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Personal:
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What do you call this new land:
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Events:
King?: While very few people that came with you that could actually challenge your current defacto leadership, there are a few notable contenders that may cause problems later.
Camaenor and Malgelir, two former captains of Gondor. While friendly enough, they somewhat chafe under you. It might be prudent to attempt and alleviate the issue.
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Author's note: You may notice the system is very different than most dynasty quests. This is more to give voters more control of the current situation, in case I overlook something.
This quest will also be serving as a test bed for gaming system ideas I might have. So be prepared for some mechanics to change at random.
I may go to a more traditional dynasty quest format if this proves impractical.
Caor's stats, military, and current resources to come later.