Helvetia
Upon arriving in Helvetia, they took a route to an insignificant village named Turic between the hills. Everyone is on a rise, looking down at the beautiful valley. A large turquoise lake and a small settlement can be seen. Anton gazes at the village and smiles at the sight of the great Zurich in his childhood.
They pass by and arrive at the spa town of Aquae Helveticae. The town lies at the foot of the hills along the Limati, with a Roman bathhouse towering over all the houses. Everyone notices how easy it is to travel in Rome. All the paved roads, bridges, and stairs make it easier for the Skirians to reach their destination faster.
Spring seems to be over, and the relentless heat of the sun scorches the land. Summer shows itself in full force.
They walk for four days towards Genava, passing through the territories of Aventicum, Friburgo, Lousonum, and crossing the Ares and Rona. Genava is a small town on Lacus Eluvitia and is hardly important to the Romans, serving mainly as a place to replenish provisions.
They cross the region of Boutae and arrive in an unreal area called Sabaudia. Beautiful mountains and valleys loom over blue lakes and rivers. The water is fresh and comes from the nearby glaciers.
Frijja asks Anton in confusion, "Is this the place? It's beautiful but... There's no room for cultivation, and it's mountainous here. Many Helvetian tribes live in these lands. They might have a problem with us. After all, this is their territory...."
Anton responds to Frijja with a smile, "This area is strategically chosen and is hard to conquer once the necessary infrastructure is in place. I would have chosen northern Helvetia, but then we would have to fight the Alemanni early on for the territory. From here, we can expand south towards the sea. The mountains protect us on all sides, and the lake provides clean water. Here we have gravel, limestone, clay, granite, and salt; And yes, we should build a friendly relationship with the Helvetians."
Frijja considers carefully and says, "Maybe you see something I can't see. However, I also believe that most raw materials are found in the mountains... Alright, we will stay here in Nyskiria by the Celtic Lake."
The people see this beautiful sight and fall in love with the view.
The Skirians know only flatland and have learned to both hate and love the mountains and valleys during their journey through the Alpine region. Everyone knows that mountains drastically reduce the chance of war. The warriors of the caravan see the strategic advantage of the mountains and their power. However, they also see the significant obstacles of isolation. In this place, it is difficult to trade.
Anton stands on a wagon and speaks resolutely to the now ten thousand people: "My friends! We have found our place in the world! Six thousand Skirians, three thousand five hundred Ponters, and five hundred from Continia. I have devised a plan on how we will manage this land. There will be a lot of work, and I hope you will adapt well to the terrain. Use the land wisely!"
Everyone is visibly exhausted and goes to different places to set up their tents. A plan had been made in advance for how many villages should be built. Seven regions with seven cities each are to be built, taking into account culture, language, and preferences, with small villages established within the regions.
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The seven major regions:
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Region: Nyskiria
Location: North side of Celtic Lake on the Thio River
Capital: Auli
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Region: Wòdland
Location: West of Nyskiria in the hilly land
City: Greuthung
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Region: Stein
Location: East of Nyskiria in a valley
City: Berjenwald
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Region: Lesnau
Location: South of Nyskiria on the southern Celtic Lake
City: Bjornfels
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Region: Chéros
Location: Southwest of Nyskiria on the Chéros River
City: Neapontia
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Region: Vounosa
Location: Southwest of Lesnau on Mount Semnoz
City: Semnos
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Region: Chambery
Location: Burget Lake
City: Kiros
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World Tree
The beautiful view of Nyskiria from Schutzberg, the lake shimmering in turquoise blue, the people starting to set up tents, the children playing in the camp, and Anton hears to his right: "What a beautiful sight, isn't it?"
Anton replies dreamily: "Yes, Frijja, I hope we will have this view... Wait."
Frijja looks confused and says from the left: "Huh, I didn't say anything?"
Anton realizes that Frijja hadn't spoken and looks around in panic. "Wasn't it you who spoke?"
Suddenly, Anton finds himself in a dark room and looks around. "Anton, wazzup," says a voice lightly and breezily.
Anton turns around and looks at a tree that seems rather small... The dark room transforms into a sphere of starry sky and spectacular colors. The leaves of the World Tree are blue, and the roots float lightly above the ground.
The tree manifests a human body on one of the branches of the World Tree. A young elf now sits on a branch of the tree. He has colorful transparent wings, green eyes, and hair. He wears a white T-shirt, a black jacket and pants, and white modern sneakers. On his left elf-like ear, he has two silver earrings, and his skin is made of wood.
"Your full potential is not just controlling roots like a Level 2 druid in games..." says the tree suddenly.
Anton: (?_?)
"you will learn your abilities gradually. You can use your clairvoyance and root control well… Anton! Listen to me carefully. Your abilities are influenced by your wishes and willpower. Your urge to protect these people has strengthened your defense and your roots."
Anton, confused, tries to talk to the tree: "Say... are you Yggdrasil and why do you look so modern?"
World Tree: "I saw your memories and liked the style of clothing you wore when you were eleven… and please call me Drasil ( ิ･ω･ิ) ... Yggdrasil sounds disgusting... Speaking of disgusting, why did you choose this place for Nyskiria? A mountainous and hard-to-access region with hardly any food and cultivation areas. Why didn't you choose the Helvetic Midlands or the flat and resource-rich Gaul?"
Anton looks at Drasil and defends himself: "I have thought it through..." murmurs Anton, exasperated. "Just read my thoughts instead of questioning me..."
Drasil closes his eyes and sits on the branch of the World Tree. After a few moments of awkward silence between them, Drasil says: "Yo, all right, I understand the situation now. Then plant this seed in the ground of your choice and let a World Tree grow, then learn your abilities." Drasil throws the seed to Anton.
Anton is very confused and perplexed: "Ehhh, how to learn?" asks Anton, confused.
"Yo, it's simple. I will increase your perception accessibility for your ability, and learning it will be easier. You will figure out most of it."
Anton thinks a lot and asks: "What about confusion, destruction, and weakness?"
Drasil answers: You can confuse others or heal themselves from confusion. You can exclusively destroy objects or similar and break them down into undefined parts. Strength and weakness are linked. You can make objects stronger or weaker for a short time.
Anton grins from ear to ear and says without hesitation: "Destruction seems practical."
Drasil responds to Anton: "Then you know what to do." The room gets brighter, and Anton finds himself back on the ledge of Schutzberg, looking into Frijja's eyes.
"Finished with your conversation?" asks Frijja, looking at Anton's green glowing eyes. The glow intensity diminishes, and Anton looks puzzled: "How...?"
Frijja interrupts Anton and says: "You were talking to yourself, and then your eyes started glowing. Was that the World Tree?"
Anton confirms to Frijja and looks towards the city. "I must plant the World Tree. I'll let it grow right here."
Anton moves away from the cliff and closes his eyes. He breathes in and out calmly, and intuitively puts his hands together, and a seed appears from Anton's heart. The golden seed disappears into the ground, and immediately a small blue tree grows to human height.
Frijja looks at the World Tree and wonders: "Why are the leaves blue?"
Anton and Drasil answer simultaneously: "No idea..." Frijja looks perplexed at the tree: (°ー°〃) "Did the tree speak?"
Anton: "Yes." Then it was silent between them, and the tree said nothing more.
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The long journey was necessary for me to expand the lore a bit. I also deliberately chose not to create "perfect puppet characters" because personalities get lost in perfection. From this part on, it will be more about building the kingdom. The place Anton chose is, in reality, Annecy (France) in the Savoy region. This place was also inhabited by the Helvetic Celts.