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Patrick_Sullivan wrote:

I slightly disagree here--I love the fluff, and I think it's one of the things that makes Mystara so intriguing! Since campaigns can and do exist at many different times, I'd like to see some depth at various times. What intrigues me most about a project like this is the very real potential of developing local urban lore, rich backgrounds, detailed geneaologies, etc. The more such information is available, the more interesting and immersive a campaign setting it can make. Starting at least a decent way into the past allows us to agre more easily on events in the outside world, which will necessarily have at least some impact on the board's town.

All true, but there is a difference between describing 20 years of history and 100 or 200 years of history in 1-3 months bits :P

I haven't had the time to do the math on how many years it would take a village of 50 people to become a town of 5,000-10,000 people but I suspect at least a generation or two? Of course, we can always swell the ranks of our community using a number of explanations such as gold rushes, imperial colonization, refugees and low-tax incentments, but I think we should try to use these tools with care and not over do it.

My own Mystara campaigns always begin in 1000 AC (because I use the B-X-C-M series of modules and never the Wrath of the Immortals, sinking of Alphatia etc.). No matter which year we begin our community in, perhaps we should vote on whether to follow the WotI timeline past 1000 AC or maybe something a little more neutral?

:-) Jesper

The Build A Mystara City Thread – Year 1, Month 1

[Journal]

Lord Alexander shifted uneasily in his saddle when he saw for the first time the lands that were now officially his. His mount was still panting from the recent gallop and its breath formed clouds of vapour in the chill winter air. Although winter was waning, the ground was still frozen and covered in a light blanket of snow and there was ice along the riverbank.

Behind him Lord Alexander’s men were also watching the valley in front of them, as if they were trying to determine whether this was paradise – or hell. Like a prisoner who had long awaited his sentence, Lord Alexander was relieved to finally be here and see these lands with his own eyes. He had served in the Imperial Thyatian Legions for almost two decades and ended his career as a distinguished centurion and deputy second-in-command of the proud 12th Legion. As such, he should have been awarded a fief in the rich Imperial Territories on the Trevonian River. But ill fate – or rather his lack of respect for certain powerful men in the Senate – had caused him to be sent to colonize this inhospitable piece of wilderness instead.

The irony of it all was that they had used his distinguished career as a soldier through 20 years as an excuse to send him here. ‘Men of his character and strength’ they had said, ‘were needed to conquer the frontier and secure more farmland and resources for the Empire, that she may remain strong’. And so they had sent him to this Immortal-forsaken place, far across the sea where no one would ever even notice if he succeeded or failed. At least not for several years before the first taxes were due, he thought with some bitterness.

In front of him Lord Alexander saw what a few early prospectors had already suggested might be a suitable location for the dominion’s first settlement. It was a narrow strip of land edged in between two small rivers from the south that came together in a fork. Just north of where the rivers met, a huge piece of rock perhaps 500 feet in diameter jutted out of the river 25 feet high; as if it was a toy some giant child had thrown trying to dam up the river. The river, of course, just proceeded to flow around the rock on both sides and continued to wind its way north into the Carryduff hills where it would eventually become one of the main tributaries to the Lod River that flowed into the Gulf of Newkirk.

Lord Alexander could hear his 12 year old son, Julius, taking excitedly to some of the men in the entourage. A widower, Lord Alexander’s wife had tragically drowned at sea many years ago, when her ship had been lost in an early autumn storm. She had been coming to see him at his new posting – he had written her a letter and lovingly asked her to – and although her family had warned her not to travel until the spring she had defied them and hurried across the sea to meet her love – only to meet her doom instead. The Immortals be praised, Julius and his younger sister Elena had remained with Lord Alexander’s wife’s sister in Thyatis City and their lives had been spared. Because of his duties in the military, she had taken over the children’s upbringing and now they loved her as a mother and treated him with the kindness of a stranger. He had wanted to bring the children with him to this place – to start a new life together in this place, away from all the politics and wars of the world. But his sister-in-law had begged him to let Elena remain in the city – at least until the land was cleared of dangers and a suitable home were built. In Thyatis City she had friends, and teachers who would educate her as a proper lady, his sister-in-law had reasoned. And although he hated to admit it, she was right. This was certainly no place for a young, fragile girl used to the comforts of the city.

Despite the ill will of the Senate, Lord Alexander had been granted a company of men to help him clear the land and prepare the first settlement. Some were craftsmen skilled in various trades, hired through an arrangement with the various guilds in Thyatis City, but he was fairly certain that a number of the unskilled manual labourers were pardoned convicts – criminals who had faced the choice between the whip on the galley or a new, uncertain future in the wilds of the Isle of Dawn. Although Lord Alexander knew that such a choice was never offered to the worst offenders – murderers and arsonists – petty thieves, smugglers and swindlers could easily be among his workforce of approximately 50 men, and Lord Alexander was pleased that he had sufficient men-at-arms to control the situation.

A handful of loyal men who had served under him in the 12th Legion had either retired from army life or been given permission to follow him on this journey to the frontier. They now formed the core of his 20 men-at-arms – the rest were rowdy (but cheap) mercenaries he had picked up in Nordvik far to the north up the coast, when he had first made landfall on the Isle of Dawn a few weeks back.

It was nearly two months since he had been at the Imperial Court in Thyatis City. As were the tradition, on the day following the New Year celebrations he and others like him had attended the Emperor’s audience to petition the Crown for fiefs as a reward for years of loyal service. That seemed like such a long time ago already.

Lord Alexander had been given a strip of land in the wilderness to the east of the Killyleagh Curragh – a gigantic, festering swampland filled with all manner of beastly things. In his days as a legionnaire at Redstone Castle, Lord Alexander had more than once heard the stories of the horrors that dwelt there.

To the northwest of his new dominion lay a series of rugged hills known as Carryduff. Some prospectors suspected – or rather hoped – that ores of rich minerals could be found there. But the hills were treacherous and teeming with tribes of bloodthirsty bugbears and most travellers did not stray from the river, which lead north to the village of Lodar – the only noteworthy settlement in the region and the harbour from where Lord Alexander would need to ship in his vital supplies for the first seasons.

To the northeast the land rolled in what appeared to be fertile grass plains. This was the lands that the Crown had its eye upon. Taming it and farming it all the way to the Gulf of Newkirk would bring food and taxes to the Empire. But first a fortress would have to be erected that would act as a shield against whatever nastiness dwelt in the hills and swamps to the west. Hence his mission.

Lord Alexander looked once again on his map. A large forest marked ‘Ashton Woods’ apparently lay to the southeast of his new dominion. Although he had never heard of it that would probably be a main source of timber for the village and fortifications he would have to erect. But he would need wagons to transport the timber.

Lord Alexander looked over his shoulder and signalled the column of men, horses and roofed over carts to advance. As was the usual colonization technique in the Empire, he had been given one year to prepare the area for settlement, i.e. to clear the land for farming and construct dwellings. It was almost the end of winter now and by spring next year farmers would arrive from the Empire with their families and livestock – lured here by the golden promises of the empire’s colonization officials and the emperor’s decree that no colonist would have to pay taxes for the first three years. Lord Alexander had no illusions about whether this generosity applied to him and his household as well.

One year. Three more shipments of food, tools and supplies apart from what they had brought with them (which was not much except the bare necessities). Then the houses would have to have been built and the land cleared for the sowing of crops. It was a task as difficult and potentially as dangerous as any he had ever faced before.

[Chronicle]

Lord Alexander arrives with 50 workers, 20 men-at-arms, a small group of 8 personal retainers and his son Julius to carve an existence out of the wilderness in the province of Redstone on the Isle of Dawn.
Total settlement size: 80 people
Notable dwellings: None

[Proposal]

This is my suggestion for the beginning of our settlement. I have placed it there because of a number of interesting geographic locations close by and because it was still wilderness but close enough to Redstone and Newkirk to become involved in political maneuvering later on.

Lord Alexander will likely face many difficulties in his first years and his relations with his family and allies and enemies in Thyatis City can also be a big influence on the future of the dominion.

Unresolved questions:
• Which year should we begin this tale in? I would suggest around 980 AC or 990 AC so that the settlement can reach an interesting size before WotI, if we are going to follow this timeline.
• Would anyone like to suggest a name for the settlement? Or should we develop this as the story goes?
• Would anyone like to write up a basic stat block for some of the main characters?

:-) Jesper

I just wanted to say that this is a joint project guys! It will not get anywhere if people are expecting to just stop by once in a while and reap what others have sown.

If nobody feels like continuing the story that's fine. I'll just let it die. But I am not going to do all the entries myself.

:-) Jesper

Excellent work so far Jesper!

I especially found the chronicle to an entertaining and interesting read. It really got me attached into these characters from the start.

I agree with Havard that 990 AC would be an appropriate year to start the settlement. As for a name, how about naming it after Lord Alexander's departed wife? I didn't catch her name in the write-up, so I don't know if you had any thoughts about this.

We should also define some of the threats found in the Ashton Woods or swampy lands. Maybe a tribe of lizard men in the swamps or other humanoids in the forest? Can the settlers negotiate a truce with them or will they pose a major threat during the formative years of the settlement?

Frank

Swampskin]Excellent work so far Jesper!

Thanks!

Excellent work so far Jesper![/quote]
Thanks!

I especially found the chronicle to an entertaining and interesting read. It really got me attached into these characters from the start.

I agree with Havard that 990 AC would be an appropriate year to start the settlement. As for a name, how about naming it after Lord Alexander's departed wife? I didn't catch her name in the write-up, so I don't know if you had any thoughts about this.

She has no name at this point, so guess what? You (or whoever beats you to it) gets to name the city! That is how this works; you want something, you just write it and see what kind of feedback you get!

We should also define some of the threats found in the Ashton Woods or swampy lands. Maybe a tribe of lizard men in the swamps or other humanoids in the forest? Can the settlers negotiate a truce with them or will they pose a major threat during the formative years of the settlement?

Ashton Woods is already mention extremely briefly at the Vault in some of the Almanacs for Redstone province. We can either take our inspiration from there (the Vaults say the woods are filled with evil wolves, spirits and fey) or we can make up whatever we want :D

The important thing to remember is, that this thread will move along a lot faster with more writing and less debating/thinking. We have a lot of years to cover folks! Don't be intimidated by the grand scale of our little undertaking. It's just fun! :P

:-) Jesper