The Duke of Milan
This is High Hope. A refuge for the unwanted and oppressed, a sanctuary for those seeking to flee persecution and unjust laws. What had started off as a wicked joke on behalf of the nobility who gave the pilgrims this section of land on the dark continent has become paradise of a sort now. The colony flourishes and empowered by the friendship of the local tribes, it has truly become home for many who live here.
Whoever you may be, whatever you may be? If you come with good intent and seek to turn your life around, High Hope has a place for you. This now marks the fifth year the colony has been here, secure in its place as an air of festivities lingers. The smell of honey baked buns, the crackling of pork skin on the great spits, and so much more fills the air and one can almost believe that you could get fat on the smell alone.
This is a plentiful land and in the last council meeting, it was nigh-unanimous that everyone wanted a holiday to celebrate their landing here.
And so preparations are made, and the village is bustling with activity.
Where are you while this is happening?
A.) 'The fishermen down at the cove need to catch enough fish for the festival. I'm down there with them!'
B.) 'There's a local boar who's been attacking the colony. It'd be fitting if we killed it and brought it back in triumph! I think we were meeting at the gate for that?'
C.) 'The prize for the best artwork in the colony will be mine! I'm working on my piece for tonight's demonstration!'
D.) 'Though we have much to be thankful for, our home must be guarded still. I'm with volunteers, patrolling the wall.'
E.) 'I think I'll be doing my own thing.'