The Prince gazed out the narrow window, the sight yonder being a strange charm. Past the Prince's Gardens, Orest saw a thin, winding path made of gravel, all leading up to the Lady's Gardens, from which the road merged with a bigger one. A gleaming man armed with a javelin stood in the day, and it was a beautiful sight. Above Orest also was a statue, The Prince's Guardian. Mayhaps the same height as the Lady's Guardian, but nontheless also strong, armed with an axe. Both of them stood, grimly looking upon each other, as if silently communicating, exchanging a sullen conversation, throwing unsaid word to and fro. Below the hills littered with flowers, a bustling city lived. Traders showcased their wares, City Watch men conversed with each other, and the restaurants, the taverns, the bars, all served. 

The Prince remembered now, many years ago how he ventured with his father along the quay, enjoyed the soothing, refreshing breeze as the gentle morning faded, and the busy afternoon shone. He was thankful, to be rid of the life when he hovered from riches to poverty, where he could almost feast with the kings, then be swallowing scraps as a serf. It hurt his heart to relive the memories of hardship, but he was thankful to Vilynda the most. She had been most dear to his heart, and when her family died, he had helped her overcome the sorrow. And in turn for his love, she had made him a Prince. It was an unexpected turn of events, but the Dendorine lord had been somewhat happy, and the Peresynnian fellow smiled and nodded. 

He wasn't rushing to Fys Dendoro, nor Trylas Peres. He wished for the year to be long as a Corustarian snake. The thoughts made him come back to reality. He looked over the table. A mound of various reports sat upon his desk, inviting him for another agonizing hour of work. Very well, he thought. Let us begin.

He had seldom strolled through matters with any advisors. These were purely confidential, he could trust it only to himself. He needed to make a well presentation to the Dendorines, and the Peresynnians. He did not worry about Vilynda, he was always happy to know she was his eternal supporter, and he always thought they have similar thoughts. 

[i]The new map would be pleasant news to all. House of Dendorine, House of Peresynnian, and House of Anromytan all would want a colony for themselves. Judging by Lord Byral's fierce conservatism, he wouldn't wish to have a factory in his colony. Lord Cleuer is completely the opposite - The man yearns for gain, he aligns himself with powerful companies and receives massive amounts of money from trading ventures, he has been known to fund the Cartographer's Guild afore, he'll devote 250,000,000 Celestial Dimes, with ease.. Lady Anromytan would also start building factories in her colony. Yes, it seems I am done.[/i]

[hider=A Letter To The Esteemed Cartographers' Guild]It is that I, Prince Orest Seryar, say my thanks for your contribution, and let this be a gift, a reward for your efforts. I send two Kamale elephants along with 250 million of Celestial Dimes. 

Good tidings,
Prince Orest.[/hider]

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[b]The Grandiose Colonisation.[/b]

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Northernmost colony shall be named Anromes Rumâra.

Middle colony shall be named Dendoro Braghâres

Southernmost colony shall be named Peres Florémideo.

2 Brigs along with 1,000 Colonists sent to the northern colony, protected by 300 Regulars, 100 Recruits, 10 Veterans.

2 Brigs along with 1,000 Colonists sent to the middle colony, protected by 300 Regulars, 100 Recruits, 10 Veterans.

2 Brigs along with 1,000 Colonists sent to the southern colony, protected by 300 Regulars, 100 Recruits, 10 Veterans.

Inspect the resources of the claimed territories, begin to set up tents in the colony, gather whatever resources there are. Now, the exploration part. Send the hundred recruits, under the guidance of ten veterans, along with settlers with knowledge of cartography, into the continent from Anromes Rumâra, Dendoro Braghâres, Peres Florémideo, to seek whatever resources and map out the important details of the surroundings and anything of note.
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