The ritual of the Svarog was a fascinating dance of exotic and colorful women and a gruesome yet impressive swordplay of hunters who showed off the bears they've killed. One of them grabbed a small chicken, and with a swift motion of his blade cut its' head off. All the dancing stopped, the people locked their eyes on the hunter. He brought it to the iron altar, with spears forged into its head, spikes showcasing the god's cold demands for a sacrifice. The head of the chicken was covered in all sorts of colours, and brought to him. 

Svarog was fed, and as the soul of the chicken faded away into the otherworld, the body was cleaned of feathers, cooked, and eaten.

Kamm Kutuk rode in his carriage, overlooking the ritual. The capital was given into the hands of Tribe Ioppo. Nuesma was the city in which every fourth blade was forged. As the cartographer's guild brought them the new continent, he took the moment to get to Nuesma. He looked at the always expanding, hungry steel giant of blacksmith crafts, and the site of expansion. Men felling the trees worked good, as the money was always needed. The overseer of the expanding party nodded at the carriage. 

Soon, Kutuk was given his special place, and his advisers assembled at once. Pouring Aznavorian wine into the golden goblet, he idly stared into nothing, until he was awakened from his thoughts. One of his advisers came closer, and notified him of the Sofon Dominion's deal, except that they were already late; Aznavor did it faster. He splashed the Aznavorian wine over the table, and the servants cleaned it. "This is disappointing." He did not wish to have any possible rivalry with the Kingdom of Aznavor, and as such only could hold his anger at the advisers for not informing him earlier. "Let's talk about the continent." Kutuk leaned against the wall, because his throne was still being escorted to Nuesma. "Mobilise a quarter of our navy and look forward to getting to that sort of inner sea in that continent, if we do this fast, we may have a good trading hub on our hands." The advisers nodded, and a couple of them, mostly admirals, went off. He was also notified of some militant population, and the ever increasing amount of nobility. Many of them has feared it, but he put up a higher tax on the rich and a smaller for the middle class. 

[i]Bue Maleko,
Schupglav[/i]
Captain Verun was an old, anti-social, disorganized and unliked man. Yet he was one of the most skilled captains in all of Kamalao, even boasting a good status in the whole continent, and many have tried to bribe him over to their side when he was young. However, he has shown loyalty to Kamalao, in reward getting numerous fiefs and titles. But he lived humbly in his small cabin, not many even addressed to him as Captain, more like, Verun or even Ver. He was fascinated, yet cautious of the new continent, and as such grabbed many possible cannons if there was trouble ahead. He sighed as his men unloaded cargo from the docks onto the ship.

 [u]TLDR[/u]
-Rituals are being commenced, it is said that those bring luck (morale is high)
-Kamalao is sad that the deal with the Sofon is taken.
-Quarter of the navy is mobilized and sent to that inner sea place in the newly found continent. 
-The rich is taxed more and the middle class is taxed less.
-The navy is mobilizing.