Sir Namegduf paced back and forth across the halls of his marble capital. Pieces of the city were still woodwork, more popping in with every turn. It was merely a placeholder, but every Imperial needed a proper capital, for the respect of his people, and the respect of his descendants.
Scoutsman Francis was a man who knew his place in the world. For example, if his lord and king told him "Jump", he was the kind of man who build proceed to build hoops to jump through. If his lord told him "Go search for resources", He would trek through desert and barbarians to find them.
He had encountered members of a lost Side, and bargained with them for some of their purse in return for allowing them to join the motherland. That would do well for now, but he'd need more.
Another tribe revealed to him retained secrets. It was excellent treasure, but he would press on. With every barbarian tribe he found, that was more troops for the cause. So many wild ones, wandering after the destruction of their side and the reforming of the world, unlucky enough to have lost their King..
Captain Drake, on the other hand, was near-mutinous. A sailor without a ship, a commander without a crew, the apocalypse had taken from him everything he'd ever had and ever wanted. Now he was ordered through sand and hill, far from his beloved water, to find materials for the ships his King would need.
He bludgeoned to death several feral barbarians before marching to the nearby barbarian tribe, force-pressing them into a scout stack on threat of death, and sending them north.
A stack of well-dressed businessmen stumbled through the hex near them in the opposite direction, looking quite unsettled and tired. Captain Drake was in far too foul a mood to deal with them, and let them pass without issue. He'd rather not be dressed down by the King for being the first diplomatic incident of the new world.
Scoutsman Francis was quite tired of all the mountainous coast, but he was mapping out well the state of the land. It seemed they were just on the cusp of a great desert sundered in two by water by the Reckoning.
It was in this state that he encountered the most unusual stack. A well-armored man, two identical leather-wearing women with twin daggers, a balding man in blue robes with staff, and a white-haired young woman with silver robes. The armored man seemed to be the leader, as he stepped forward.
"LOOKING FOR GROUP?" He bellowed out to Francis. "WANT TO JOIN THE GUILD?" Loi had to say he wasn't, being already part of another side. The balding man was kind enough to refresh his stack with rations, and the white-haired woman cast some strange magic upon them. His move was renewed! "We've put you on our friends list. Is this okay?" The man asked. Francis agreed heartily.
He thanked them politely, and went on his way.
Construction of the Mothership was about to commence.