The Brave New World: 1500 AD [IC/Semi-Open]

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Tue Jul 22, 2014 5:49 pm

This RP is still open, but you must apply and be accepted to post here, in our OOC. If you haven't done that, please do not post.

The Brave New World

“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.”
― André Gide

The year is 1500 and the colonial race has begun. The newly found land masses to the west of Europe, across the sea, hold many treasures ripe for the taking. Europe licks her lips greedily as many European nations send expeditions in hope of taking part of the rich bounty. Will you take control of one of the European overlords sending men to form colonies in this new land? Or will you be a governor of one of these colonies, leading his people in a strange land while fulfilling the wishes of the home countries? Or will you be the natives, and stand tall in the face of the pale skins and their expansion?

The New World

NPC Actions
The Spanish Crown sends 500 reals to the colony of Isla de Santiage, to start their colony off right. They will arrive next month.
The Master of the Knights of St. John sends 500 scudos to the colony of Nouveau Crac de Chevaliers, to start their colony off right. They will arrive next month.

Player Settlements

The Harkback Cult's north-eastern region has: 50% Coffee, 100% Flint, 50% Avocados, and 50% Rubber.
The Harkback Cult's southern region has: 50% Flint, 50% Livestock, and 50% Logs.
The Harkback Cult's western region has: 50% Timber, and 50% Potatoes.

Ile-Royal's northern region has: 25% Tobacco, 50% Copper, 50% Maize and 50% Fish.
Ile-Royal's southern region has: 50% Furs, 50% Iron, 50% Maize, and 50% Exotic Goods.

New Cork's northern region has: 50% Sugar, 50% Copper, and 50% Turkey.
New Cork's southern region has: 50% Vanilla, 50% Iron, 50% Livestock, and 50% Fish.

Isla de Santiago's western region has: 50% Sugar, 50% Saltpeter, 50% Turkey, 50% Cloth, and 50% Fish.
Isla de Santiage's eastern region has: 50% Indigo, 50% Saltpeter, 50% Maize, and 50% Rubber.

Tudortown has: 50% Spices, 50% Lumber, 50% Grain, 100% Obsidian, and 50% Fish.

Nouveau Crac de Chevaliers has: 50% Indigo, 50% Saltpeter, 50% Avocados, 50% Exotic Birds, and 50% Fish.

Jauna Liepaja's western region has: 50% Furs, 50% Linen, and 50% Grain.
Jauna Liepaga's eastern region has: 50% Coffee, 50% Flint, 50% Fish, and 50% Quarried Stone.

Whitehaven's western region has: 50% Tobacco, 50% Saltpeter, 50% Pineapples, and 100% Rubber.
Whitehaven's eastern region has: 50% Sugar, 50% Iron, 50% Potatoes, 50% Exotic Goods, and 50% Fish.

Beaversport's eastern region has: 50% Whale Products, 50% Tin, 50% Turkey, and 50% Fish,
Beaversport's western region has: 50% Tobacco, 50% Saltpeter, and 50% Avocados.

Nova Trieste's eastern region has: 50% Furs, 50% Linen, 50% Potatoes, 100% Obsidian, and 50% Fish.
Nova Trieste's western region has: 50% Cotton, 50% Tin, 50% Grain, and 100% Rubber.

The Murr Quahelden's eastern region has: 50% Coffee, 100% Grain, 50% Logs.
The Murr Quahelden's western region has: 50% Spices, 100% Timber, 50% Cloth.

Make sure you track all your production, order, population distribution, and buildings within each region in your posts, and, as always, have fun.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Tue Jul 22, 2014 6:06 pm

January, 1500 Anno Domini
Wharf of Serried Stone, London, Kingdom of England

The Lord-Registrar checked his thick sheet of parchment, leafing through the whispery bits of vellum with hands soft and uncallused from dock work, unlike the stinking laborers who passed about him. His keen clever eyes marked off the boxes as they passed, and even the lowing cattle and shuffling feet of the new colonists did not escape his gaze. The colonies that had been established as Crown colonies upon the shores of the distant western Terra Incognita had been prospering, and survived the winter intact, and His Majesty saw fit to send them supplies to truly stamp England's claim on the fertile lands beyond the vast immeasurable waves of the Atlantic. All needed to be in readiness for the trip, for many vessels would need to make the crossing to take the colonists and goods needed to the lands of Tudortown, New Cork, and Whitehaven. Finally, by nightfall, the Lord-Registrar was satisfied that all was as it should be. With the dawn and the tide, the flotilla set course for the new world.

England: 2000 Money at start of Jan, 1500

Sent 400 Money to Tudortown
Sent 400 Money to Whitehaven
Sent 500 Colonists to Tudortown for 400 Money
Sent 2 Cattle to Tudortown for 400 Money
Sent 200 Money to New Cork

England: 200 Money at the end of Jan, 1500

by **Liecthenbourg** » Tue Jul 22, 2014 6:28 pm

Godfrey Kenworth, Tudortown, The Year of Our Lord 1500 AD

Rain, rain, rain. It hit upon the roofs of the residences of Tudortown with a light pitter patter. Gusts of wind blew through the gaps of the home and swayed the bronze bells of the church gently, causing the immense religious instruments to ring their famed tune into the darkness that was the day. The residence of Tudor town, atleast those who were currently attending mass. Tudortown had developed a system for this occurrence, called the Sermon System. Mass would take place five times a day, with a mass at 7:00, 12:00, 3:00, 6:00 and 8. Allowing each member of the colony to receive the Good News daily was quite important, and both Godfrey and Father Beckett agreed that this system would work best. Now, within the stone church proud and tall, as the weather fought a war upon the outside, the mass continued. The congregation sat, their hands held in prayer as they heard the wise words of the priest echo throughout the hall. Like a faint whisper, within the back of the church, a mighty voice of unity and piety picked up.

Dies irae, dies illa,
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sibylla.

Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando iudex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus!

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulcra regionum,
Coget omnes ante thronum.

Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura,
Iudicanti responsura.

Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus iudicetur.

Judex ergo cum sedebit,
Quidquid latet apparebit:
Nil inultum remanebit.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus?
Cum vix iustus sit securus.

Rex tremendae maiestatis,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis,
Salva me, fons pietatis.

Recordare Iesu pie,
Quod sum causa tuae viae:
Ne me perdas illa die.

Quaerens me, sedisti lassus:
Redemisti crucem passus:
Tantus labor non sit cassus.

Iuste Iudex ultionis,
Donum fac remissionis,
Ante diem rationis.

Ingemisco, tamquam reus:
Culpa rubet vultus meus:
Supplicanti parce Deus.

Qui Mariam absolvisti,
Et latronem exaudisti,
Mihi quoque spem didisti.

Preces meae non sunt dignae:
Sed tu bonus fac benigne,
Ne perenni cremer igne.

Inter oves locum praesta,
Et ab haedis me sequestra,
Statuens in parte dextra.

Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictis.

Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis:
Gere curam mei finis.

Lacrimosa dies illa,
Qua resurget ex favilla

Judicandus homo reus:
Huic ergo parce Deus.

Pie Iesu Domine,
dona eis requiem. Amen.

As this went on, Godfrey Kenworth was busy within a back room of the church, which served as his personal office. He heavily enjoyed the Gregorian Music, it brought peace to him, order to the peoples and was generally rather nice to listen to. He had ordered for the collection of taxes to be taken place, which had been carried out as soon as he requested it. As well as this, those currently not within the church were expected to man the Dockyard to bring in fish for the food of the colony, a nutritious and plentiful source of food indeed.

by **Harkback Union** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 4:06 am

The City of Coovanu

For many years, the people of Coovanu have been living peaceful and happy lives. Starvation and disease were long forgotten by theCovanuu, thanks to the great lake which teemed with fish and provided an excelent place for bathing and recreation. The Covanuu the Inhabitants of Coovanu were skilled tool and flute makers. They also loved to build mighty sandcastles on the shores of the lake.

One day, An old, ragged man arrived in Coovanu. He spoke a language the Coovanu barely understood. He than drew strange symbols into the sand before he collapsed and died...

by **Vontario** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 5:35 am

Govenor Telles sat at his desk in his room/office in his small house.He sat wearing rather plain yet identifying clothing indicating he was still the govenor.He was lightly tanned and his blond fluffy hair dropped down to his shoulders.He was aware of the resources at his disposal,and what he needed.He needed a way of maintaining the adequate food supply and a way of making money to get the colony going.He looked at the small map of Isla de Santiago.There was a small native population,thick jungles,and numerous resources.Taxes.That was it,taxes.He could issue an immediate tax for money so he could build a good fishing industry or something.
He imediately sent for the adequate amount of taxation to construct a fishing dock.

by **The Grim Reaper** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 6:38 am

January, 1500 gadā mūsu Dieva
Liepaja Harbour, Courland

A sign swinging in the gentle sea breeze marked out the main structure of interest - Mareks Ozols. Liepaja was a quiet place, usually.

But here on the docks, he was a celebrity. The man everyone wanted to see. Liepaja's rising star.

The harbormaster.

A small Duchy, compared to the great powers of France, England, Spain. And yet, Liepaja Harbour had a distinction no other nation in the world could match.

Mareks Ozols, the enviable master of his docks, handled more freight in a day than most others could handle in a month. The incredible Couronian merchant fleet was without match, making the treacherous Atlantic crossing in merchant trade ships that most nations would scoff at - and doing it at a fraction of the time of the lumbering, inefficient state-owned companies.

The sweat on his brow, to the unaware observer, represented uncertainty and chaos, as did the crowd of shouting merchants in increasingly shabby clothing from the front to the back of the crowd - it was the captains of the largest ships who made enough money to get them out of bed before the cock crowed.

To the everyday Couronian working the docks, it was simply Tuesday. By noon, the dock would be close to capacity as goods being unloaded got in the way of goods being loaded. By three, the merchants would be at boiling point. By five, they'd be planning to leave at seven, full or not. By five thirty, they'd be struggling to make room for everything Mareks wanted them to move, and by five fourty-five Mareks would see to it that the room had been made.

This month was crucial. For this month - the colony starts operating. New Liepaja - the colony that would propel the Couronian Duchy to as much international renown as its merchant fleet. It may propagate. It may multiply. It may even compete with other colonies under the same flag.

But for now, all the power that the Couronian merchants could pull together was behind one governor. At least until Courland has enough power to back another.

January 1500, Ozols' Ledger
Harbour Budget: 2000 ostmarks

800 ostmarks to be marked for transfer to the Jauna Liepaja budget
700 ostmarks to be used to pay for passage of 1000 colonists to Jauna Liepaja
200 ostmarks to be spent on tools for Jauna Liepaja
~~3 ostmarks for repairs to rusted hinges on office sign~~ found spare hinges under bed

300 ostmarks remain in the Harbour Budget for February

by **Azaflaza** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 8:06 am

Whitehaven port:
So far away from, Donny stood at the newly constructed port as fishermen went about their daily business. He looked at his pocket watch, 6:57 am it read, the break of dawn on this new world. It was his job to make sure this colony flourished, not only in the name of the king but also for his family name. This was his baby and it would be his name that goes down in history for building it.

At 7:00 am he swiftly turned on his heel and headed to church for mass as its bell rang out across the town and the never ending wilderness that surrounded their little pocket of splendid English civilisation. After mass he would begin taxing all 500 of his citizens.

by **Finland SSR** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 8:10 am

January, Year 1500
Jauna Liepāja

"Labrīts, keliaunikai! (Welcome, merchants!)"

The dockkeepers at Jauna Liepāja welcomed the incoming Courland ships. The galleys were carrying new colonists and monetary supplies for the newly found colony. Along with them came new sets of working tools for building. Artis Dubšniks, the governor of Jauna Liepāja, was watching over the process. The money went to the local treasury, and the colonists were lead to their new homes in the island.

Well, most of them.

There were so many people that new houses were needed to be built for the influx of people. Artis decided to use the newly gained tools to build new houses for the newcomers. Along with the houses, Artis ordered to build two new Farms where the colonists could work. All people were assigned to new jobs and the colony has begun breathing.

[spoiler=Jauna Liepāja]
Money: +800 from Courland + 300 from taxes -700 for buildings = 400
Food: 2000 - 1500 used for feeding = 500
Order: 10 + 2 = 12
Colonists: 500 + 1000 = 1500 (200 work in Farms, 200 work in Dock, 1100 slacking off)
1 Fishing Dock
1 Church
1 + 1 = 2 Housing District (used Tools)
+ 2 Farm (used Tools)

1 Small Galleon

Resources: 1 Fish[/spoiler]

by **Timothia** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 9:18 am

Le Ordre de Saint-Jean de Jérusalem

The Knights of Saint John
Militiamen - 0
Soldiers - 0
Professional Soldiers - 0
Mounted Soldiers - 0
Artillery Unit - 0

Landing Craft - 0
Small Galleon - 1
Galleon - 0
Third Rate - 0
Second Rate - 0
Great Galleon - 0
First Rate - 0
Housing District- 1 (+1)
Fishing Docks - 1 (+1)
Tavern - 0
Ranch - 0
Outpost - 0
Farm - 0
Worksite - 0
Barracks - 0
Church - 1 (+1)
Clinic - 0
Docks - 0
Fort - 0
Shipyard - 0
Gunsmith - 0
Foundry - 0
Bank - 0
Large Shipyard - 0
Theater - 0
Stronghold - 0
Cathedral - 0
MONEY
0

Food - 1.500 (-500)
Potatoes - 0
Tomatoes - 0
Maize - 0
Avocados - 0
Grain - 0
Pineapple - 0
Game - 0
Fish - 1
Turkey - 0
Livestock - 0
Trade Goods
Gold - 0
Silver - 0
Slaves - 0
Sugar - 0
Coffee - 0
Cacao - 0
Cotton - 0
Indigo - 0
Tobacco - 0
Furs - 0
Spices - 0
Whale Products - 0
Vanilla - 0
Military Goods
Timber - 0
Tin - 0
Copper - 0
Iron - 0
Saltpeter - 0
Flint - 0
Linen - 0
Horses - 0
Indigenous Resources
Rubber - 0
Logs - 0
Obsidian - 0
Cloth - 0
Quarried Stone - 0
Exotic Goods - 0
Population - 500
Order in Ioannis Island - 12 (+2)
Imperium Level 0

It was a chilled breeze that puffed the sails of the flag ship of Antoine d'Aubusson. He'd become accustomed to the fair weather and easy going of the shores around the island of Rhodes, though his memory of chilly winters was still there from his childhood in France. He wasn't a man who was normally all that opposed to water or to the cold, but this trip had pushed his limits. Though not one to complain, he was more than ready for the cry of "Land!" to come from somewhere, anywhere, and end this endless, freezing trip across the stormy ocean. He was very sure that no man was as ready to put two feet on solid earth as he was.

The endless desert of water seemed to continue forever in every direction. At least back home, a vessel would occasionally dot the horizon; here, they were completely secluded from all of mankind. It was a sobering feeling. The fleet, crew, and passengers were each-others only company: other than them, it was as if there were no other humans.

Perhaps, he reasoned, this was a taste of what hell was like. If this was what it felt to be separated from sinful men for only a couple months, he Antoine shuddered at the thought of being separated from God for an eternity. It was a serious idea thought that most men - save the clerics -wouldn't give a second thought to. But Antoine was neither a cleric nor "most men": conversations and debates of faith were a commonplace of discussion for him and his fellow Knights. After all, he was sworn to loyalty, piety, generosity, bravery, glory and honor, contempt of death helpfulness, and respect for the church. His oaths held him to these ideas, and he was a man of his oath.

The order of the Knights of Saint John - Le Ordre de Saint-Jean de Jérusalem - had brought Antoine into the position he was now. He had recently been made Grand-Commandeur of a new branch of the Knights, the branch of the New World. In a very short time, he had discovered that Grand-Commandeur meant "person who handles every detail of the new branch", a fact that he became increasingly aware of with every passing day at sea. The sailors he had hired slowly stopped working as hard as they were supposed to, the knights who were accompanying him had begun to question why they came, and the colonists on board had all but committed mutiny. The position that Antoinne had been so elated to receive was now showing a massive level of responsibility attached.

Before they had even left, the new lands had already been named "Noveau Crac de Chavlaiers", the "New Castle of the Crusaders". The old Crac de Chevlaiers had been taken by the Mohammedian heathens long ago through debauchery, but this new castle was going to stand far longer than the old one. Some of the brightest minds of the Order had contributed into the basic plans for a new fortress in the New World, though they couldn't go into too much detail before they actual saw the terrain the were going to be working with. But the architects and engineers of the Order had been brought on this voyage and, it was hoped, an impenetrable fortress could be put up in the New Lands.

Impatience and anger combined with excitement and anticipation created a nervous, chaotic atmosphere in the last week or so.

The cry for land could not have come soon enough.

"Land ho!"

It wasn't an island like anything which had been seen before in the Mediterranean. It was beautiful, an exquisite pearl in the crystal sea. The Order was still separated from human contact, but for some reason the loneliness was now more blissful than hellish. It wasn't cold here: it was probably about 90^ and humid. When a decent harbor had been found, the landing skiffs and rowboats began shipping people onto the shore. When they had all landed, Antoinne knew he had to take advantage of the situation.

The order that existed in Rhodes had waned somewhat in the voyage across the ocean. The respect had understandably dropped for Antoinne, his passing by resulted in heads turning the other way and his name had been used as a profanity at some points. He knew that order had to be reestablished or the entire venture would fall apart. This was God's mission, and he knew that God would bless it if he only sought after His will and His Kingdom. The Lord was the only way that the rowdy citizens would come to order.

To remind everyone in whom's name they claimed the new island, the first order of business was the construction of a simple chapel. When it was finished, they had a priest hold mass in it. After mass, Antoinne called the people together for the dedication of the island to God. The name "Ionnis" was given to the island, in honor of the Saint John of Jerusalem for which the Order was named. The chapel, too, was named Saint John's Chapel along the same line of thought. The dedication was a momentous occasion for the people. It had the effect which Antoinne had wanted it to have, and the people were galvanized together towards the furthering of Christianity by the furthering of the colony.

God would, of course, provide for them, but they would be fools to think that they wouldn't have to work for it. His blessing came in the fact that there was a rich fishing ground not far from the shore, and it would be nothing short of disobedience to not take advantage of them. Fisheries and housing were put up so that the people were able to have a roof over there heads and food on there tables. Fishermen took to their vessels and began bringing their catches home to the people. With both their spiritual and immediate physical needs met, Antoinne put together a team of men to explore the island. They found no other humans on the island and were able to, in time, fully circle and begin mapping the island. Gold and silver were not found - which was a shame, though God didn't need man's gold- but they did find copper. It was a less valuable metal to be sure, but also one that would be useful in the near future. Their grains were also found to grow well on the island, nearly as well as the coffee beans which seemed to grow naturally throughout the island.

God had surely blessed them, now it was time to find the natives so that they could bring the light of Christ to these dark heathen lands. Antoinne made ready the galleon with 75 men - both knights and priests - ready to find the storied savages of the New World, and they set course towards where the navigators claimed the mainland would be. Though he would be staying behind, his most trusted men went forth into the mysterious ocean with faith and valor.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 11:23 am

February, The Year of Our Lord 1500

The last month has been unseasonably warm, and upon the hot coastal breezes layers of cloud and high thunderheads roll in rapidly and often. With the gentle rain and embrace of the sun, the crops of all are growing well, and the animals are fat and happy, even the wild ones. In the many new colonies the Europeans have established on these nearby shores to their continent, separated merely by the vastness of the Atlantic, granaries are filled almost to bursting, and the harvest is bountiful indeed. However, upon the lands from which the sojourning settlers have come, all is not well. The uncommon heat has wilted many crops that were counted upon for the winter season, and the lack of snowfall has left many rivers down. Irrigation will be necessary in the coming years upon the Continent, and the people clamor for drought relief and food to be distributed in the major cities of Europa.

Effects
All European nations must pay 100 Money for disaster relief.
All Food Resources produce double this month.

by **Liecthenbourg** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 11:42 am

Godfrey Kenworth, Tudortown, The Year of Our Lord, 1500 AD

(I'm currently pressed for time on detailing this post, so here's just the major actions)
A Ranch is under construction.
An outpost is under construction
A housing district is under construction
1 Fish is converted to food.
200 Colonists work on the dockyard.

by **Azaflaza** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 12:09 pm

Whitehaven:

Donny was pleased to see that harvests of fish were coming in aplenty, much to the displeasure of fellow Englishmen back in Europe which was in a state of need. The colonies coffers were boosted too with finance being sent from England to help with developing the land. To begin making the colony into a profitable one the governor ordered the construction of an outpost to allow for resource extraction and trading. Along side the outpost a new housing district would be built in order to provide a working population for the planned tobacco plantations. The large move up northwards meant the north would become increasingly developed. However it still lacked basic services such as a chapel and port, but masses could be held outside for the time being and goods can be transported to Whitehaven town in the south.

As the Main Street bustled with colonists working or bartering their sales at the local market, almost every building was draped with the flag of England to remind the people that they are still Englishmen and still subjects of the crown, something that doesn't change on alien lands claimed by the crown.

by **Vontario** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 1:03 pm

Despite the drought Vaasco continued with his plan.Two docks would provide a magnificent income of fish,which could be a good export or if necessary food.The dock was going along well,once the dock was complete he would use the collected tax to fund a further project.

1500 Food
10 Order
100 Gold

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 1:35 pm

February, 1500 Anno Domini
Tower of London, London, England

Lord Sepespian Fitzhubert looked over the ledgers that tallied the supplies of bullion and precious metals that His Majesty's Royal Mint held in trust deep in the confines of the Tower. They were running alarmingly low, and would be depleted further with the need of the various parishes and hundreds for funds to help last them through this unseasonable curse from the Lord Almighty. All Europe was suffering, indeed, and though the men who watched the winds spoke of changes in climate, of water flying through the air and being elsewhere, of great gales driving moisture away from the Continent, Lord Sepespian knew many of the common folk though the impiety of the new colonies was to blame for the issue. Why, rumors had returned from across the Atlantic that the colonists languished, having to conduct their masses in simple hovels. Some had come upon the ingenious solution of multiple masses, but others merely had to preach in the open air, an affront surely to God. With a sigh the Magister heated the wax, and poured it over the missive authorizing the distribution of food and the construction of irrigation trenches to save the harvest, for the planting season would be a dry affair without them. The treasury was emptying, and the Magister firmly hoped that the great expenditure of bullion to the New World would be worth it in the end.

England
200 Money to start

100 spent on Drought Relief

100 Money at the end of February

by **The Grim Reaper** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 6:49 pm

February, 1500 gadā mūsu Dieva
Liepaja Harbour, Courland

The colonists, money, and tools had arrived in good time.

Perhaps too good. There was a small drawback to the speed of the mercantile fleet - the population of the colony had swelled by 1000 souls, before they even had farms ready to take them on.

Only a minor oversight. One assumes that they'd simply fish off the beach, or scavenge in the forests. But no, again and again the merchants insisted. The colonists they had seen off their ships were too busy just building the farms and housing. There was simply no way they'd be able to sustain themselves, not until the farms were complete.

Ozols would have to defer to them. They'd been there. They sailed the ships. It's their cal - commotion.

Armed soldiers seemed almost to storm the docks - this was not a peace-keeping expedition. This was a larger detachment, and the soldiers were better armed than the Liepaja town watch. Was it professional garrison troops? No, they train all the day. They wouldn't be visiting the docks, not without something important to do, or watch over.

"Duke Kettler, your Grace."

"Mareks Ozols, I presume. Liepaja's harbourmaster - gatekeeper to the new world. I wish I was making a visit at my leisure. But, I'm afraid I'm here on business."

A few canapes marked a fall in the atmosphere even more. Drought in Europe and the threat of overextension in the colonies. An expensive month for little profit.

"...100 ostmarks to help support the capital's efforts in funding relief and irrigation...the colonies will be reimbursed by a strong motherland..."

100 ostmarks to the drought, and 60 ostmarks to export three cargoloads of grain to Jauna Liepaja. Enough to cover them for another month.

January 1500, Ozols' Ledger
Harbour Budget: 300 ostmarks

60 ostmarks to be marked for the export of 3 grain to Jauna Liepaja
100 ostmarks to be transferred to the Duchy to support relief of the drought event
~~2 ostmarks to rent a tavern room while the sign goes back up~~ met a nice girl with a merchant father and a spare bedroom

140 ostmarks remain in the Harbour Budget for March

by **Finland SSR** » Thu Jul 24, 2014 12:16 am

February, Year 1500
Jauna Liepāja

A month has passed since the foundation of the colony, and already there were major problems facing the island. The huge influx of people gave the governor a hard time. The farms that were set up were only now ready to be worked, and the food was already running out.

Thankfully, Europe saved the colonists from starvation by sending food to feed the people with. The arriving ship were greeted by an overpopulated island and near-starving populace.

The resources were put to good use. The farms started to work, and it looked like the colony was getting self-sustaining. Artis Dubšniks ordered the building of a new Outpost, to collect the furs. This also bringed an another problem - the whole population was located in the west. The eastern part was almost uninhabited, and plans on starting working there were being written.

[spoiler=Jauna Liepāja]
Money: 400 + 300 from taxes - 500 on building = 200
Food: 500 + 2000 from 1 Fish and 3 Grain converted - 1500 used = 1000
Order: 12 + 2 - 2 = 12
Colonists: 1500 (200 work in Farms, 200 work in Dock, 200 work in Outpost, 900 slacking off)
1 Fishing Dock (West)
1 Church
2 Housing District
2 Farm (West)
+ 1 Outpost (West)

1 Small Galleon

Resources: 1 - 1 converted + 2 produced (Event Bonus) = 2 Fish
0 + 3 from Europe - 3 converted + 4 produced (Event Bonus) = 4 Grain[/spoiler][/quote]

by **Azaflaza** » Thu Jul 24, 2014 11:19 am

Whitehaven:

The people of Whitehaven were flourishing. Governor Brandenburg walked with pride throughout the streets, his very presence commanding the respect and cowering bows of the peasants who filled the muddy streets. There was a sense of upheaval in the colony though, plans by England to build a tobacco plantation in the wild north meant that 200 of the colonists had to be relocated yet again. But complain they did not, they knew what they were signing up for. The frontier life was a hard one, but it was freer than the lives they left back in Europe.

by **Jordslag** » Thu Jul 24, 2014 12:20 pm

Gregory scanned the Construction site, gritting his teeth. They were going to move some of the population to the North to prevent future population pressure. It was dystopian measures, sure, but it was necessary for a bright future. Nearby, a group of three mean danced a jig arm in arm around a campfire while Residents cheered them on. Signs were going up, and Beer was being sold from those working at the Tavern. Today was a time of celebration. Tomorrow would be a time of relentless work. He picked up his hammer and a plank, and walked over to the Tavern they were constructing.

In other words:

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Thu Jul 24, 2014 1:33 pm

March, The Year of Our Lord 1500

As the winter winds drew to a close, and the sun's warm rays heated the waters of the Atlantic, the gentle rains over the New World intensified, and drew strength from the hot waters boiling along the coastal currents. Squall became storm, and storm became tempest. Many ships were forced to turn back by inclement weather, and not even the hardiest of captains would chance the slow sailing against the storm breezes in the choppy waters off the Atlantic Coast. A few intrepid souls managed to harness the breezes and ride the waves back to Europe, but going the other way, well, that wouldn't be happening. Commerce slowed, but the rain brought relief to a drought-ridden Europe.

Effects
No colonies may import goods from England this month.
Exports to Europe are instantaneous.

by **Azaflaza** » Thu Jul 24, 2014 3:07 pm

Whitehaven:

Diary entry of governor Donny Brandenburg...

We delved deeper inland today in our exploration expedition. It started off well. We discovered and collected many different varieties of plants and animals and charted more lands to add to our maps. However things took and potentially more dangerous turn when we stumbled upon a strange artefact in the forest. The statue was obviously artificial and was a big indication of an indigenous people living nearby. For fear of disturbing any of their sacred locations I called an end to the expedition and we headed back to the town. I plan to make contact with these people soon when we are ready but for now I think it prudent to stay away, lest they attack us when we are weak.

The general running of the colony has been going well. The outpost was completed in the north and all the people have settled into their new lodgings and got to work on the tobacco plantations straight away. I expect to be able to send off our first shipment of goods back to merry old England soon. This will not come a moment too soon as finances both here and back home are running low. But for the glory of England we will push on and carry out Gods work.

Signed Donny Brandenburg

March, the year of our lord 1500.

by **Ralnis** » Thu Jul 24, 2014 6:51 pm

March, 1500 AD
The Murr Quhalden

The wind blows with the tempests that make their mark on the bold warriors of the Quhalden. With a unique language of signs, words, and pictures, they had been united under their warrior-shamans and had been given the gift of grain from the Earth, the gift of wood and cloth as they have given the power of the club that flourish with their culture. The food they gather around their region in the east, known as Zor'pax was the main breadwinner for their tribe and was the capital of the Murr. The capital was only a village, same as the region of wood known as Moxliki which made the importance for their village to grow. The Murr needed the food of the grain to grow their people and to keep them from starving. This was all from Zor'pax and for this, they all came from the Murr and gather to take their share from the earth to nourish their bodies and sacrifice to the god Axerok of the Murr Quhalden and the Watcher of the Bloodrights.

Actions:
All people from the Murr Quhalden work on the fields(+3000 food)
People ate 2000 that was gathered.
500 food was converted into 100 population
Stats of empire
Population:2200( 0 in Moxliki, 2200 in Zor'pax )
10 order
2500 food
BUILDINGS:
10 Fields, a Longhouse, and a City in Zor'pax

by **Liecthenbourg** » Fri Jul 25, 2014 4:28 am

Godfrey Kenworth, Tudortown, The Year of Our Lord 1500 AD

200 Colonists work on the Outpost
200 Colonists work on the Dock
300 Colonists work on the Ranch
3 Fish converted to food.

by **Finland SSR** » Fri Jul 25, 2014 5:09 am

April? March?, Year 1500
Jauna Liepāja

WIP (I had some free time)

[spoiler=Jauna Liepāja]
Money: 200 + 300 from taxes - 500 on Outpost = 0
Food: 1000 + 3000 from food resources converted - 1500 used = 2500
Order: 15
Colonists: 1500 (200 work in Farms, 200 work in Dock, 200 work in West Outpost, 900 slacking off)
1 Fishing Dock (West)
1 Church
2 Housing District (West)
2 Farm (West)
1 Outpost (West)
+ 1 Outpost (East)

1 Small Galleon

Resources: 2 Fish - 2 converted + 1 produced = 1 Fish
4 Grain - 4 converted + 2 produced = 2 Grain
0 + 1 produced = 1 Furs[/spoiler][/quote]

by **The Grim Reaper** » Fri Jul 25, 2014 6:18 am

March, 1500 gadā mūsu Dieva
Liepaja Harbour, Courland

Storms in the Atlantic. Of course. No ships would be going into the New World, and Jauna Liepaja was just getting started out. The Jauna galleon wouldn't be coming back to Courland this month, not unless a miracle had happened in the colonies and they'd struck gold.

Whilst Liepaja was a busy harbour, the sudden release of bustling mercantile trade was almost a holiday. Preparing the goods for the Jauna Liepaja expedition had taken months, with coastal galleys bringing in grain, goods, and people from all around Courland. Even for the past two months, Liepaja had been handling the influx of the second wave of colonists, tools, and legal tender, and later the emergency shipments of grain both to Jauna Liepaja and to the rest of Courland, as past of the drought relief.

And suddenly - quiet. The trade into Liepaja was slow this month. 1000 aspiring colonists already shipped out from Liepaja to Jauna Liepaja, with all their clothing and necessary equipment. The Courland tool trade recovering from a year's supplies of tools sent out to the New World. What ships were supplying Liepaja's monthly needs, or just passing through, were almost immaterial compared to the usual urgent influx of adventurous merchants crossing the Atlantic.

So mind-numbing.

"Cargo to London". Or whatever port city it was in Portugal. Krakow? The European trade required very little involvement compared to the usual coordination of goods to Jauna Liepaja, and the unloading and offloading of goods to inland Courland. Pay the harbour fees, directions to an inn or one of the landlords in the city, and then they were off the next day.

Plenty of time to deal with less standard issues. For one thing, that damned sign. Fell completely off in January - the hinges that had been used by the previous harbormaster were no doubt built of some inferior foreign iron. At any rate, signs really don't need hinges. A bizarre design decision.

Whoever had done it left an extra set of hinges behind, though, and Mareks was owed a favor by one of the local harborworkers. He bought the spare hinges off Mareks and put in some cheap, sturdier, proper Couranian chain to hang the sign off the roof. Looked nicer that way - swung pleasingly in the gentle sea breeze.

Took a couple of days, though - the board with the hinges in had to be replaced. Luckily, the harborworker (Ivars - a real model worker to the apprentices and new arrivals, if a bit unaware of his limts) fancied himself at carpentry. And when he found he was wrong, he managed to rope in a few of his own favors to finish the job. But with a board missing, the harsh Eastern European sun did a number on the interior. Took a couple days more just to restore the rest of the roof and the interior - but given Ozols' reputation, the rest of Ivars' workgang were happy to pitch in with the promise of...some recognition of their labour, the next time work was doled out.

At any rate, the Vilks were wonderful hosts. Mareks had met the Vilks daughter on the wharves the day he asked Ivars to repair the sign. Given the good quality of her clothing, and the ill-repute that women on the wharves generally had - a reputation which Mareks tolerated infrequently but with increasing consternation - she seemed out of place. It was only when he arrived at their home, after completing the ledger for February, that he found out he in fact knew her father. After a bit of particularly complicated brokering between Edgars Vilks - the girl's father and, besides her, the last of the Liepaja Harbour Vilks - and a foreign merchant, Edgars was somewhat indebted to Mareks.

Really was a mess - the favor was well-deserved. You try finding an English translator overnight on the continent. Thank God Mareks kept a close eye on going-ons in Liepaja - managed to find probably the only bilingual Englishman who couldn't afford a room in town. Or, well, he used to keep a close eye, until the recent spate of sleepless nights managing a few complicated grain transactions. A break now was well-deserved.

And it was a cheap break - they took an ostmark a night and let him stay for the rest of the day either end. Petty reimbursement for their troubles, although Mareks had done his part to earn his keep.

The slow-down gave him some time to treat Edgars and his daughter to dinner, to thank them for the stay - they'd certainly returned the favor thrice over. Marija, it was. A decent cook in her own right, although Mareks had picked a few skills up when he was younger, working as a cabin boy under one of the best ship's cooks this side of the long-haul trade company vessels. A much more interesting dinner partner, though. Knew management like the back of her hand - her father's eyesight meant that he'd been dictating the ledgers through her since she was 12, and she'd been doing them herself since she was 22. Not a common sight in Europe - a woman that can run a business.

Gave Ozols a run for his money at the moment, even - his ledgers are in a right state. Might have to invite her over to give him a few pointers.

January 1500, Ozols' Ledger
Harbour Budget: 140 ostmarks

Incoming:
4 ostmarks helping domestic traders load grain, shut the Harbormaster's four days of week due to the Atlantic storm - no outgoing colonial trade.

Outgoing:
~~3 ostmarks to get a present for the Vilks as thanks for the bedroom~~ forgot to buy anything, invited them over for dinner
4 ostmarks to prepare dinner for three

140 ostmarks remain in the Harbour Budget for April

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Fri Jul 25, 2014 7:37 am

March, 1500 Anno Domini
Pier of the Fishmongers, London, England

The air stank right and proper it did, the briny smell of salted fish filling the lungs and nostrils of all men who walked, ambled, or hurried past the Pier of the Fishmongers. Barrels full to bursting of the ocean denizens came off the ship from New Cork, crazy beggars to run as they did through the squalls and dangerous winds of the Atlantic. Jonathan Gershwin, Lord Master Fishier of the lower Eastside fish market, shook his head as he marked another one of the oaken barrels with modestly rusty bands with the white chalk in his hand for sale; to think, that these were the rich fish stocks of the New World. Here in England times had been tough on the sailors, with the local supply of the scaled beasties low due to everyone and their gran wanting a piece of the lucrative business. He'd already lined up buyers throughout the nearby Continent and spread throughout the jolly land of the Angles that wanted a piece of the massive haul. Not exactly the beautiful glittering gold the crown wanted out of the New World, but such was life. It would sell for a decent sum at any rate. He turned back towards the stout Irishmen who had unloaded the mess of stinking silverbacks, and yelled loudly "Drinks on me boys!"

Later after the pub crawl (literally in many cases), he paid out the purse of pounds stirling to the merchant who commanded the small vessel from New Cork. Six pounds, an advance on what England would make upon selling the silvery stock.

March 1500, England
100 Pounds at the start of March
+1 Fish from New Cork
-6 Pounds to New Cork for Fish
-1 Fish sold, +6 Pounds
+10 Pounds for Brokerage

110 Pounds at the start of April

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