<div align="center">“Set sail, for gold and glory await!” </div><br/>The call had gone out across the kingdom, seeking colonists with valuable trades and adventuring spirits to travel west across the sea to a new island continent. Several attempts had been made to colonize and map it in recent years since it had been discovered, but so far only one has sent word back home that they’ve established a settlement.<br/><br/>(http://thewallpaper.co/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/artwork-free-art-ocean-ship-colourfulfantasy-Laptop-boat-sea-tablet-fantasy-wallpapers-768x480.jpg)<br/>After a month at sea the Harrier has spotted shorebirds and is running towards a coastline at full sail. The whole voyage she has been cramped, smelly, and noisy and now there where two hundred souls aboard trying to stay out of the crews way but also desperate to catch a glimpse of their future home.<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/PMJbPp9.jpg)<br/><br/>The lumbering ship sails into a small cove and anchors itself off a small but sturdy looking dock. From the deck the passengers catch the first sight of the village, a town hall standing on a little hill and smaller buildings sprawling out around it. To the west a serious logging effort is underway, the north sown fields starting to sprout. At the far end of the dock waited a somewhat pudgy, bald, middle aged man with a long length of parchment and quill, waiting to mark down names and occupations of new arrivals.<br/>