The country that used to support the small islanders, the small merchants, the casual grazer, the self suffecient farmer, or the mindless city dweller is no more. From upon his throne, that overlooked thed whole of Copenhagen and off into the distant sea, the great throne saw all. Dania was no more. Denmark now ruled supreme, the people were a nation now, a strong nation. With an army of nearly half a thousand well-bodied and strong men, and an economy to rival that of Rome, and a people determined to see their country rise to dominance. Among these is the trader Wolfenstein.
Born in Odense, this rusky adventurer and trader was to become a hero of the Dannish people.
I was a cold day, like usual. The Odense weather had a terrible case of repeating itself day after day, oblivious to the seasonal changes happening everywhere else. It was a normal day, Wolfenstein was off to his lumberjacking, gathering and chopping enough wood so that the people of Odense, the second largest urban area of Denmark, could sleep in warmth. He desired more though, he desired to see the mountains in the far south east known as the Carpathian Range. He wanted to see forests, oceans, and mountains. He grew tired of the rolling plains of Denmark. And so one day he made up his mind. He would leave that instance, with the clothes on his back, and leave for the south. Dropping the wood he had collected, he began to meet up with the road that would take it to Berlin, a thriving frontier town that bustles with new trade from Rome and England. Wolfenstein would make his way there, and then decide what to do.
Like I said, it was a cold day, mundane as usual. Walking the trail through the woods was not all that exciting and fulfilling for the young adventurer. Putting on his bandana, he quickly dashed off of the trail and into the deep woods. Immediately he was encompassed with a cool dampness and a dreary darkness that seemed startling after coming form a sun-lit trail. The woods were quite open, the trees had suffecient space to feel confortable walking through. Guessing the way South was, Wolfenstein set off cross country.
A few nights went buy, and Wolfenstein began to worry. The sky ws darkening by the hour, the wind was not calming. A storm was brewing, and Wolfenstein had not one way to keep shelter from it. Whence it happened. He had luckily strolled upon a house that seemed hidden in the forest. It was without a trail leading to it, and the garden at which it hosted to the right of it was completely overgrown. It seemed like no one had been here for months.
Approaching the small wooden cabin, Wolfensitein knocked on the door, gradually getting louder.
"Hello? Hello?" He asked, over and over. Until it reached about five minutes into the introduction that Wolfenstein decided to push the door. Luckily it was open, as he just began to feel the sprinkles of the storm. Safely inside, he began to inspect the cabin. It looked as if it had been abandoned, there were absolutely zero furniture peices, and only the occasional bits of food scattered throughout the home that not even an ant deemed it worth of eating. Lieing down, Wolfenstein began to fall into a sleep, until a loud bang at the door shot him up.
To be Continued...
ORDERS
Increase army twice
Continue expansion
Finish Education upgrade
Continue to trade
