Quests

With Diplomacy, you can manage your relationship with other governors and even raiders. Having good relations with rivals might come with some benefits like being to trade with and even form military alliances with them. Each rival has their own personality, and likes or dislikes different things. Gaining prestige might improve relations with rivals, but others might care more about your relationship with the emperor.

Each island has specific fertilities, which means you cannot produce all the goods on the same island. In order to produce some goods you might need to find an island suitable for them. You can find the list of fertilities in the minimap and province map.

In the Trading Post you can select goods and choose to buy it or sell it to passing ships which can be a good source of income if you have too much stock of a good. You can define the threshold when passive trade can be done. You can also set a minimum stock so that your trade route and the passive trade leave at least a certain quantity of goods on your island.

Some goods can be produced faster than others. Review processing times in the building's panel and adjust to the demands of your production chain. E.g., if a building produces 1t / 30s and the next building requiring it produces 1t / 60s, placing two of the slower production buildings allows for full efficiency.

You can recruit units in your villa or in military camps. Each units comes with its own unique strengths and weaknesses. E.g. Slingers are strong against armored units and auxilia are strong against cavalry. Each unit requires a significant amount of income and workforce.

You helped Manx cure his herds of the Greek Farcy, but declined to participate in his ritual sacrifice to Epona. Whatever your reasons, Manx understands.

You helped Manx cure his herd of the Greek Farcy, and participated in a ritual offering to Epona afterwards. Rather than sacrifice to the Great Mare, however, you decided to keep the ritual offering for yourself. Perhaps someone will offer you something for this offering?

You helped Manx cure his herd of the Greek Farcy, and participated in a ritual offering to Epona afterwards. Your willingness to respect the local culture has been noticed...

The cure for the Farcy seems to have done the trick! Manx's herds are much reduced, but they have been saved from total obliteration thanks to your combined efforts.

You helped Manx produce a cure for the Greek Farcy, using Albionic red seaweed and an exotic horseweed bought in Lilybaion. Now all that remains is to wait and see how effective it truly is...

Manx approached your harbour in a tearing hurry. His herds of horses have contracted the Greek Farcy, and he needs your help to stop the disease from devastating his island. Bring a ship to Cnocnees, and he'll explain the rest.

You agreed to help Manx by taking the sick horses away from his island. You'll need to keep them on the same ship, and far away from Cnocnees, while you help Manx find a cure.

With the sick horses quarantined, Manx now turns to saving the rest of the healthy ones. He'll need a large amount of Soap - more than the Ui Capaill can produce on their own. Indeed, more than most Celts produce on their own - you'll need to import it from your own holdings in Latium, or from the Procurator.

Manx has not yet acquiesced to the Procurator's demands. Corvinus would like you to check up on Cnocnees, and offer some... encouragement if needed.

Manx claims the tribe of Ui Capaill has nothing left to offer. If you make a payment in his stead, he'd be very grateful... if not, the Procurator may feel forced to take action himself.

Procurator Corvinus has received new orders from Rome; there has been a demand for an extra-ordinary taxation of Albion. As Governor, supplying Rome with the material wealth of Albion is part of your duty. For the rest of Albion's residents, it's more of an... obligation.

You didn't cover for Manx's tax obligation, and he was unable to scrape together enough himself in time. Procurator Corvinus is not best pleased, and is taking matters into his own hands. He requests you join him at Cnocnees.

You delivered your share of the tax to Procurator Corvinus.

You covered for Manx's tax obligation. The Procurator is happy, and so too is Manx. Corvinus expects this will bode well for both of your careers.

Manx failed to pay the extraordinary tax that Procurator Corvinus requested. The Procurator has taken matters into his own hands - and yours. He's elected to take what he needs from Cnocnees by any means necessary.

You shook down poor Manx for all his tribe was worth in order to follow the Procurator's orders. Corvinus claims this was all for the greater good, and that things would have been much worse if the Senate had reason to be displeased...

Diana fears one of her house-servants has been kidnapped by Syracus. She needs your help to stage a rescue!

You managed to find and sink the ship that Diana's maidservant was being held on. Now all that's left is to deliver her back safely to the Villa Augusta.

You rescued Diana's maidservant Phoebe from the clutches of Caeso Syracus, and brought her back to the Villa Augusta. Diana is truly relieved that you were able to bring her home.

Valeria Turan, proprietress of the isle of Lilybaion, invited you to some sort of event at her island. You paid the entry fee, but the party won't start until you walk in.

You arrived at Lilybaion for Valeria's private event. Seems like you're early; nobody else has turned up yet...

Valeria has some last-minute errands to run. She's left you to your own devices... maybe you should have a look around?

After a short delay, Valeria returned from her errands. The other guests have surely arrived by now...

While waiting for Valeria to return, a suspicious Plebeian made you a suspicious offer for some suspicious dice... which you took, though not without suspicion.

The party has started! You can take some time to enjoy yourself, but the real event happens behind closed doors...

You went to a private event at Lilybaion, gambling on dice behind closed doors. Unfortunately, you came up against Caeso Syracus himself; but fortunately, you beat him! He had evidently been cheating with a weighted die... which you only discovered since you were cheating yourself. Still, as cheaters go, you were the prosperous one.

You went to a private event at Lilybaion, gambling on dice behind closed doors. Unfortunately, you came up against Caeso Syracus himself; and even more unfortunately, you lost. He certainly did get lucky, getting a six on the very first round...

While you were waiting for Valeria to return, a suspicious Plebeian made you a suspicious offer for some suspicious dice... which you refused. Just the regular dice is fine, thanks.

Valeria seems to be undaunted by the raids on her island; she has some sort of plan in mind, and needs a reliable material supplier to make it happen. That's where you come in, of course.

You delivered Valeria's requested materials, and she returned with a request for some more... and a promise that she'll be able to pay you later. Well, let's hope she can deliver on that as you deliver the next set of materials.

Valeria seems to have her hands full with something. She's requested that you collect some custom-made sails from a workshop on her own island. Not too difficult, but whatever she's doing must be important...

When you got to the workshop, the Plebeian there requested payment before she'd hand over the sails. Valeria didn't mention anything about that, but you decided to cover the cost from your own treasuries anyway. Now to take these sails back to Valeria.

When you got to the workshop, the Plebeian there requested payment before she'd hand over the sails. Valeria didn't mention anything about that, so you decided to take them without paying. Not the noblest deed you've ever performed, but surely Valeria and the Plebeian can settle their accounts themselves at some later date after you've taken the sails to Valeria.

Valeria was caught once again in the web of Syracus' machinations. It appears she has once again made a deal with the slave-trader, and has been using you to settle. Has all your hard work truly been for nothing? Is there no other hope for Lilybaion?

Manx has requested your help with a personal matter: he's trying to find out more about his father. He has a lead on a legionary; his mother had a dalliance with a Roman soldier before Manx was born. Ben-Baalion recommends you check with the Procurator, who may know more.

The Procurator was not exactly thrilled to go searching through the archives to find someone who may or may not even exist... He left you to dig around in the records on your own.

You searched the archives at Whitecliff with the Procurator's permission, if not his help. After some digging, you managed to find a likely candidate for Manx's father; a soldier named Anctius, stationed at Whitecliff about thirty years ago.... and then reassigned to the Eternal City. Pursuing this further won't be cheap...

You covered the Procurator's expenses, and he agreed to look into the matter of Manx's father further using his contacts in the Eternal City. In the meantime, it seems like Manx needs your help with something...

The Procurator's contacts have managed to locate Quintus Anctius, the man who may be Manx's father. His location must remain secret, apparently, but a message can be allowed to find its way there.

You helped Manx compose a letter to his could-be father, and delivered it into the Procurator's safe hands for delivery. Now, all that's left is to wait for a response, if one ever comes.

The Procurator has received news from Quintus Anctius. But it doesn't sound like it's good news. He wants to meet you... alone, without Manx, to discuss what comes next.

Quintus Anctius has delivered his reply, but it's likely not what Manx was hoping for. If this man is Manx's father, he wants nothing to do with him... is that really what Manx needs to hear?

You made some modifications to Quintus' letter, rendering it into a more amiable form. It may not be true, but a lie may well bring greater comfort...

You chose to deliver the authentic letter to Manx. He has a right to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be.

You delivered a pleasing untruth to Manx, tying off this loose end in his life once and for all... at least, that's what Manx thinks. He appears to have gained a new resolve, a solid foundation on which his identity can build from. Let us hope he never has cause to learn the truth.

Manx's spirit is shaken by the response from the man he thought was his father. Perhaps not even Anctius Senior knows for sure if Manx is really his son... in any case, the matter is settled now.

You visited Diana at the Villa Augusta and requested her help in raiding Caeso's convoy. She could only offer a single ship, but it is, at least, quite a good ship.

You shattered Syracus' convoy and rescued the poor captives he had hoped to enslave. Ben-Baalion is pleased to see them return to safer harbours.

You visited Valeria at Lilybaion. She agreed to help take down Syracus' convoy, but only on the condition that she could take a cut of the spoils.

You decided to tackle Syracus' convoy on your own without any help from Valeria or Diana.

You got word from Ben-Baalion that a slave convoy belonging to Caeso Syracus will soon be returning to Syrah. This is a good opportunity to disrupt Caeso's operation, but it might be difficult to pull it off alone...

Syracus offered an extremely lucrative deal for the return of his lost "cargo"; a deal you took him up on. Ben-Baalion is disappointed, but your treasury certainly isn't.

Syracus tried to buy back his lost cargo, but you refused to do business with him. Dealing slaves to a slave-trader makes a slave-trader of you, too.

Syracus, however, is likely quite a lot less than pleased. Ben-Baalion expects he'll make a personal visit any moment now...

Diana's attempt to hand out free food turned into something of a ruckus when the attendees discovered just what they'd be eating. You advised Diana that if she wants to try this again, she should try to understand how the lower classes in the Empire really live.

Diana's attempt to hand out free food turned into something of a ruckus when the attendees discovered just what they'd be eating. You advised Diana that she'd be better sticking with what she knows; hosting events for the Patrician classes.

Diana has enlisted your help with another of her plans. She aims to start a kitchen on the Villa Augusta that will welcome and feed anyone who comes to the palace's doors. Seems like a decent idea, but she'll need materials to get it done; that's where you and your productive capacities come in.

The first stage of Diana's kitchen project has been completed, thanks to your deliveries of... er, extremely high-quality materials. This may well be the most extravagant soup-kitchen this side of Alexandria...

You helped Diana fill the stores of her kitchen with, once again, extremely expensive materials. Well, food is food, even a bird's tongue enjellied with aspic could hit the spot if one is sufficiently hungry... we hope.

Your investigations with Diana have set events into motion in the Eternal City; Finnegan, or Flavius, has found himself at the centre of a rumour mill. His adoptive father is none too keen to be associated with barbaric Celtic warrior queens, and has pressured the Senate into sending an expeditionary force to Albion to eradicate Voada once and for all. Which certainly doesn't make your life any easier...

...and that fleet is already fast approaching the waters of Albion. As Governor here, it falls to you to rendezvous with the fleet's navarchus. Be ready; things are likely to get quite hectic, quite quickly.

Flavius, or Finnegan, has arrived at the head of a fleet, ready to crush Voada once and for all. Voada herself has made ready for war. Neither side seems aware of the relation they bear to their opponent; all they can see is a foe that must be crushed...

Voada believes you're responsible for the fleet's arrival, that you used your temporary peace to prepare for lasting devastation. She's not likely to listen to you now. At times like this, only actions can speak loud enough to be heard.

You decided to stand with Voada against the Classis Albionis.

The clash between Flavius and Voada is imminent. Without your support, it's hard to tell which way the battle will go...

The battle has started!

Voada's forces comprehensively defeated the Classis Albionis, routing the Roman invaders... and at least one Roman adoptee.

Flavius' ship shattered beneath him under the combined force of a Roman Governor and a Celtic warrior. There's still a chance to rescue him, and perhaps find a way to mend the breach between mother and son ...or you could simply let him drown.

Voada handed over a mountain of weapons to acknowledge your great victory. The greatest battle of her life has now been fought.

You sank Flavius and all his ships, but hauled him out of the water before Neptune could draw him down to his court. The Senate won't be happy if they hear what you've done here, but that's a matter for later. Right now, you should return Flavius - or Finengan? - to Voada for their long-delayed reunion.

Voada still needs to process the return of her son after a long decade apart. Perhaps you should go and see how the two of them are getting on.

Finnegan, once-Flavius, reunited with his once-mother, Voada. The reunion was... awkward, fraught, but heartfelt. Still, Finnegan is not entirely ready to leave his old life behind. He has asked if he can stay with you for a time - that way, he'll be near Carraig Mhor, yet also, in a sense, near the Eternal City. Until he can find himself, and find who he really, truly, wants to be.

Voada has asked you to look after Finnegan as he tries to find his feet in Albion again. For a Celtic queen to ask this of a Roman is an unimaginably high honour; but one you've earned.

Flavius, or Finnegan, sank beneath the waves. Voada's scouts managed to retrieve the body, but not before all life had left the poor boy's body. Voada and her son are finally reunited, but they will never find an accord now. Voada blames you for this entirely. She's too furious, too sad, to do anything other than fight on; your temporary peace is as good as done.

Ben-Baalion has a letter for you; a missive from Primus Cornelius, head of the gens Cornelia and Flavius' father for most of his life.

Primus Cornelius heard that the Classis Albionis fell in battle; though he doesn't seem to know how much of a part you played in that. He vows to renew the Empire's war effort against Voada, against all Celts, against anyone north of Mediolanium. He has sent the navarch of the last Classis Albionis into your service to aid in this endeavour.

You decided to throw your lot in with Flavius and his Classis Albionis, turning your coat against Voada despite your prior allegiance. Well, if the Senate wants her gone...

Voada's fleet lies scattered, and Flavius has returned home in triumph. Voada may now never know what became of her son, but she knows one thing for certain; Romans are not to be trusted. You taught her that lesson well enough.

The Classis Albionis returned to the Eternal City, cloaked in victory. Flavius, the man who was once Finnegan, has sent you a message in recognition of your assistance.

Word of your victory over Voada in Albion has spread as far as the Imperial Court. Your victory over the Celtic queen has won you some measure of favour from the Emperor themself. Flavius will go on to have an illustrious career as a navarch... and Voada will wallow in defeat, never to see her son again.

You rescued Flavius, Voada's once-and-former son, from an untimely fate drowning in the waters of Albion. But then, to the surprise of everyone, you delivered him into the arms of Athr Iorgwyn, Voada's erstwhile rival... This is not the ending that anyone expected, perhaps not even you. But it is the ending you have chosen.

Diana has requested your presence at the Villa Augusta. It seems she has something of vital importance to discuss with you...

You helped Diana put a stop to a few weddings in the name of love, or justice, or possibly money. Hard to say if you got any love or justice out of it, but you did get some money for your trouble.

You sank the ship of the spouses-to-be, saving someone from a sad sermon. Diana has requested you save another of her friends... this time from a love-ful marriage?

You accepted Diana's request; she wants to prevent some of her friends being married off into loveless unions. To do this, you will act in the name of love and justice to enact terrible violence upon their bridegrooms-to-be. There'll be a reward, after all.

Valeria reached out to you with a small business opportunity; Lilybaion's storehouses are looking a bit empty, and she's willing to pay good money to anyone who helps her resupply. If you've got some surplus goods, this could be a good way to make a profit...

You handed Valeria a stout stockpile of beer, and Valeria handed over a fat stack of cash. If you can supply her with weapons and armour, she'll hand over some even more cash! There seems to be some activity at the harbour of Lilybaion, but it's probably nothing you need to worry about.

Once again, you provided Valeria with what she was asking for, and once again she paid you well for it. She has one final request; a well-equipped warship. The heavily armed and armoured soldiers hanging around Lilybaion's harbour are probably none of your concern.

You provided Valeria with the custom warship she was asking for, and she provided you with a customary fee. All's well that ends well, right?

After you concluded your business deal with Valeria, Syracus saw fit to butt in. He accused Valeria of trying to assemble a private army and enact a private rebellion, using his wares and yours...

Syracus demanded a hefty ransom from Valeria. She wasn't able to pay, given that she'd just emptied her coffers to pay you, but you graciously handed it all back to get Syracus off her back. Syracus promised to leave Valeria alone in future - well and truly alone...

You helped supply Valeria, and even stepped in when Syracus tried to extort her. In exchange, she offered you the service of a specialist. What will happen next on the island of Lilybaion, now that Syracus has cut it adrift?

You helped supply Valeria, but didn't help when Syracus tried to extort her. What will happen next on the island of Lilybaion, now that Syracus has cut it adrift?

Syracus demanded a hefty ransom from Valeria. She wasn't able to pay, given that she'd just emptied her coffers to pay you. You decided to hold onto your money, which Syracus found quite amusing. He promised to leave Valeria alone in future - well and truly alone...

You did not find the lost ship, but found a few goods it may have left behind. You need to keep searching.

You learned that a Plebeian's friends have been lost at sea during a storm. They request your aid to locate the lost sailors.

Empty Amphorae, probably once full of wine. They won't mind if you borrow these, surely.

You found a spot where the ship once moored, but no sign of the ship itself. You need to keep searching.

You found the wreck! The Plebeian anxiously asked you to make sure everyone is safe and sound.

The Plebeian's friends are, for the most part, safe and sound - in body, if not in mind. They fell afoul of the dangers of an amphora too many... Their ship is not in any condition to sail, but with a few planks, it ought to be seaworthy once again.

The Phaeacia is now fit to sail! Her crew, on the other hand, might not be... you'll need to escort them back to safe harbour.

The Phaeacia has returned in one piece, in spite of the captain's drunken efforts. The Plebeians have prepared a reward as thanks.

The Phaeacia's captain has decided to stick to dry land from now on. The Phaeacia, and her crew, are now under your command.

You prepared and delivered a gift to Athr's court. Athr was impressed with your largesse; now it's his turn to impress you with his feast. Talk to him when you're ready to begin.

After some consideration, you decided not a bring a gift to Athr's feast. A king has no need for small offerings, surely?

After some consideration, you decided to bring a gift of Beer and Bread to Athr's feast. Common stuff, but well-fitting for any self-proclaimed warrior king.

After some consideration, you decided to bring Athr a gift of Wine and Drinking Horns. A touch of refinement, a touch of Celtic wildness; just like the man himself. He ought to like this.

The feast at Athr's table was perhaps more than you originally bargained for. It's been quite a night; but Athr has a parting gift for you...

Athr Iorgwyn, eccentric self-proclaimed monarch of Albion, has invited you to a feast. Ben-Baalion recommends you prepare a gift before you depart, as kings are often known to covet such things.

Without Syracus' "protection", Lilybaion has fallen prey to raids by seaborne attackers! Valeria requests your help in protecting her island.

A roving party of seaborne raiders attempted to lay siege to Lilybaion, but you stopped them in their tracks before they could even reach the island! Valeria is glad you had her back. Still; those raiding parties had to come from somewhere, didn't they?

You destroyed the raiders attacking Lilybaion, but not before they had time to set up a naval blockade. The island seems a little worse for the wear, but no lasting damage has been done. Still; those raiders had to come from somewhere, didn't they?

You paid a ransom to the raiders at Lilybaion, and they left the island behind. Valeria - and her island - seem a little ruffled by the outcome, but no lasting damage was done. Still; those raiders had to come from somewhere, didn't they?

You weren't able to stop the raiders before they reached Lilybaion. They've blockaded the harbour, which will make it somewhat difficult to do business there. It's not too late to send them down to the depths below, of course!

The raiders at Lilybaion have delivered a ransom demand to you. Pay them a sizeable stack of denarii, and they'll leave the island alone. It's costly, but if you want to avoid a fight, it may be your best option... but the option of fighting still remains.

The Senate is putting pressure on Corvinus to collect even more tax, evidently not satisfied - or too satisfied - with your last delivery. The Procurator has already sent his men out to do the rounds, but they haven't returned: he requests your help in locating them.

You located a wrecked Roman ship; very probably the one the Procurator lost. Corvinus will investigate in person, but you ought to take the opportunity to look around yourself.

You made some inquiries of Manx. He revealed that he had seen the Procurator's ship before it went missing, but he doesn't know much more than the direction they left in. Perhaps you should check some of the nearby islets.

You investigated the shipwreck, finding evidence that local Celtic folk were responsible for the raid. Before you could draw any conclusions, the raiders burst out from hiding and tried to escape!

Manx interjected before you could sink the raiders. He claims they're from his tribe, but that he wasn't the one responsible for this. As you might expect, Procurator Corvinus is not exactly happy to hear of a potential rebellion on his hands...

In the name of preserving the Pax in Albion, you convinced Corvinus to stand down, sweetening the deal with some of your material resources. Manx is truly grateful.

You decided that rebellion should not go unpunished, and turned the custody of Manx's raiders over to Corvinus. In exchange, the Procurator offers you some of the usable remnants of the scuppered shipment.

Rumors of recent developments in Albion have made their way to the heart of the Empire. Trouble in Albion isn't exactly unheard of, but the Senate would very much like for that trouble to be dealt with. Promptly. The Procurator seems to have changed his tactics; he appears to be pursuing a diplomatic approach with the local tribes.

Corvinus' meeting has been discovered by some of Albion's seditious elements. Make sure the Envoy gets to its destination safely!

Procurator Corvinus believes that word of his meeting with the envoy was leaked from inside the camp.

You helped Manx's Envoy make it safely to Whitecliff, despite the best attempts of some rebellious interlopers.

You found evidence of a traitor in Corvinus' castrum! He fled at your approach; the Procurator wants you to follow him to see where he's fleeing to.

You followed Auxiliarius Pullus, the traitor in the Procurator's camp, all the way to Cnocnees! It seems he had a message for Manx, which... wait, what's Manx doing here?

Auxiliarius Pullus intercepted some mail intended for Corvinus. It would appear that the Procurator was corresponding with the notorious Syracus, scourge of Latium. He seems to have made a deal to sell Manx's tribesmen into slavery!

The Envoy from Manx's island turned out to be more of a convoy of Manx's people. There's not much time; you've got to stop the convoy before it leaves Albion behind!

You managed to stop the convoy before it left Albion. You have a chance to convince Corvinus to back down and free Manx's men, rather than sell them into Syracus' chains.

The convoy left Albion, carrying Manx's tribesmen off to an uncertain fate. Manx begs you to help before his tribe take up arms in a - surely doomed - act of rebellion.

You stopped the convoy before it could leave Albion, and convinced Corvinus that it'd be better if it stayed there for good. Outright war and rebellion in Albion has been prevented, for now.

You managed to convince Corvinus that this course of action would damn you all. The convoy will turn back from Syrah; war in Albion has been averted, for now.

You made a ruckus at Syracus' harbour, giving your sailors an opportunity to commandeer a small vessel. They just need to make it home safely!

You managed to get the lost sailors safely home, free of Syracus' clutches. The man may work may evils in Latium, but today, you have forestalled at least one.

You paid Syracus his due. In return, he left your citizens the way he found them; that is to say, in the water!

You refused to pay Syracus' ransom, and he sailed off in search of another buyer. All hope is not lost, however, as Ben-Baalion has an idea: distract Syracus for long enough, and the captured sailors might be able to make their escape.

You received a request for aid from an Eques. Syracus has been preying on the people of Latium for a long time, and now he's come for your own citizens! Try negotiating with him to see if you can get them back.

The Procurator has received new orders. A contingent of imperial frumentarii were lost on a mission to Carraig Mhor, Voada's fortress. They took the life of Corann, Voada's husband; but Voada took their lives in turn. Now the Senate has asked you to bring the soldiers back; whatever's left of them.

You found Voada at the last known position of the Roman frumentarius-assassins. Uncharacteristically, she wasn't looking for a fight; she was there to mourn her dead. She pointed you in the direction the Romans fled; likely just so you'd leave her alone.

You found a floating graveyard of shipwrecks. These must have belonged to the Roman assassins. Given the state of the ships, the Romans likely aren't in any better state. Ben-Baalion suggests you check the wrecks to ensure they match up with official records.

You counted up the wrecks, and found the shipgrave was one ship short. Perhaps one managed to escape, or perhaps it merely ran aground nearby. Ben-Baalion suggests you search the region to find any evidence of the missing ship; to indulge his personal curiosity, if nothing else.

After searching the area, you found the missing ship. No sign of any survivors, but perhaps the wreckage may contain some clue as to what happened to them all.

You found no sign of any survivors, but plenty of sign from those who did not survive... One object in particular caught Ben-Baalion's interest; a dagger made of bone, some sort of arcane archaic Celtic implement. Odd thing to find among Roman remains; maybe Voada knows more?

Voada's reaction to the dagger was intense, to say the least. She demanded more details, but it's not like you have many to give... perhaps you should entrust the strange blade to her instead?

You decided to hand over the Druidic Dagger to Voada. If you can't answer her questions (and you can't), this should show your good-will, and hopefully open a path to peace in Albion.

You lost the dagger in combat, and Voada retrieved it.

You managed to escape Voada's wrath to hand the dagger over to Corvinus. According to the Procurator, this ought to do wonders for your standing with the Emperor.

You decided the dagger was better off with Corvinus instead. Hearing this, Voada exploded into apopleptic rage, shattering any hope of peace between the two of you.

Diana requests your presence at the Villa Augusta. Whatever it is, it seems urgent...

You agreed to help Diana with her many admirers by delivering her many rejections to their many locations.

You delivered Diana's first rejection to Vigil, encamped on the edge of the Villa Augusta. He took it fairly well, though he still refuses to take a bath...

You delivered one of Diana's rejections to a man she called Cat; a fairly foul-mouthed sort, by the sounds of it, even if Diana insists he's harmless...

You delivered one of Diana's rejections to a Brother of Herakles; he was so shocked, he promptly fell into the sea. You simply sat there and watched him drown...

You delivered one of Diana's rejections to a Brother of Herakles; he was so shocked, he promptly fell into the sea. You rescued him before he went down to the depths to marry a maenad.

You refused to deliver a rejection letter into the gaping maw of Syrah. Diana was a little upset, but as thanks for the letters you did deliver, she offered you a new ship at the Villa Augusta.

As thanks for delivering the rejection letters in her place, Diana offered you a new ship at the Villa Augusta.

You delivered Diana's rejection to Quntius Propertius by sending him and his crew to the bottom of the sea. You think he got the message.

You delivered Diana's rejection to Quintus Propertius; he was none too pleased, but that's his problem, not yours.

You learned of the "Isis", an allegedly cursed shipwreck with a haunting reputation. It draws in unwary seekers... who never return. A Plebeian requests you do something before more people are hurt - or worse.

You decided to sink the "Isis" for good.

You sank the "Isis". Whatever mysteries it held are now lost to the bottom of the sea.

An old cask of oil survived the destruction of the "Isis". You claimed it as a reward for your efforts.

You located the wreck of the "Isis".

You discovered the source of the so-called "curse of the Isis" - a bandit gang dwelling in the ship's wreck! You found the missing boys, but negotiating for their lives will come at a cost.

You followed up on your side of the bargain, and the bandits aboard the "Isis" followed theirs. The boys are free to go - you just need to bring them to safety.

You solved the mystery of the so-called "curse of the Isis", and rescued some poor lost souls trapped aboard. One of the boys you rescued from the wreck volunteered to enter your service, as thanks.

You handed the bandits over to Valeria, and she handed over a reward. Syracus was none too pleased to lose some of his men...

You took down the bandits and their ship! Valeria covertly requested that you deliver them into her custody for the time being.

You discovered the source of the so-called "curse of the Isis" - a bandit gang dwelling in the ship's wreckage! You threatened them, and they turned tail and fled, leaving you to give chase.

You dispelled the rumors of a curse aboard the "Isis", but you were unable to dispel the bandits aboard her. They made their getaway unscathed; but the wreck of the "Isis" should cause no further harm.

Manx would like to host a party at Cnocnees! He needs a bit of help organising the logistical side of things, though, and has requested your help in filling out his stores.

You helped Manx top up his warehouses with party wares. He asked you to invite some of your citizens; he'd like to welcome people from all parts of Albionic society.

You asked around in your city, and found at least a few residents who were willing to come to Manx's party. Voada has no intention of joining, but Manx hasn't worked up the nerve to ask the Procurator yet. He's asked if you can deliver the invitation on his behalf.

After some consideration, the Procurator decided to join the party. Between your residents, Voada and Corvinus, everyone who's anyone in Albion has received an invitation now. The only person missing is the most important of all - you!

Manx brought the party to a close with a few heartfelt words. Everyone in Albion had a good time; even the Procurator was seen to crack a smile or two. Memories of the day will linger in the hearts and minds for at least a little while. He asked you to meet him after everyone left, though; it appears he has something to discuss with you...

You met with Manx after the party at his island. He announced his resolve to pursue proper Roman citizenship, properly align himself with the Empire. Perhaps, in another world, if you had chosen differently, he would have chosen differently too; but this is the choice Manx has chosen for himself, the path he's chosen to follow.

You met with Manx after the party at his island. He announced his resolve to pursue Celtic independence, like Voada. Perhaps, in another world, if you had chosen differently, he would have chosen differently too; but this is the choice Manx has chosen for himself, the path he's chosen to follow.

You agreed to help Diana prepare for a fancy party. Compared to a city, provisioning a party is pretty simple...

You delivered a small quantity of extravagant goods to Diana's island to help her prepare for her party with some Patricians.

You helped Diana host her party, and helped her clean up the mess when the Patricians got a bit too plastered. The secret of what happened on this day remains safe with you.

You helped Diana host her party, and helped her clean up the mess when the Patricians got a bit too plastered. You know a few gossipmongers and muckrakers who might be interested in this...

You aided Diana yet again by delivering some fancy snacks and treats for her party. Now your job is done... right?

Diana has returned with another request; she needs a large amount of soap. A very large amount of soap, actually. Just how messy did things get?

Manx Anctius, of the Ui Capaill tribe of Cnocnees, is looking to expand his naval capacity. He's asked you for help with some mock naval battles for training purposes. Head over to Cnocnees with a few warships when you're ready to go!

You defeated Manx soundly in a series of mock naval battles. It appears the main lesson he's taken away is that it's not worth trying to compete on the oceanic battlefield; especially when the competition is Voada and the entire Roman navy... Still, knowing when to pick one's battles is just as valuable as knowing how to win them.

You soundly defeated Manx in the first round of your mock battles! He's not done yet, though...

You defeated Manx's second wave of ships. Manx seems a little distraught with his total defeat so far; maybe you could offer him some advice?

Manx was clearly struggling to hold the reins of his navy in your mock battles. You graciously offered him a few words of advice before the final round.

Manx was clearly struggling to hold the reins of his navy in your mock battles. Nevertheless, you left him to figure things out on his own, and did not give any useful advice when it was requested.

You have left Tarragon's family at sea. What will you do if he finds out?

Tarragon's family have found themselves in dire straits. He asks you request an imperial pardon for them on his behalf. Sail to Diana's lighthouse and see what the Emperor has to say.

You asked the Emperor to pardon Tarragon's family, and they agreed! That was easy... too easy? There's probably a catch...

The Emperor would like you to deliver Tarragon's family to a 'trusted associate', rather than to the man himself. This might well be the catch.

You handed Tarragon's family over to the Emperor's associate, and watched them sail away to parts unknown. Was it the right decision or did just sign their death sentence? Time to let Tarragon know what happened.

You met with the Emperor's trusted associate, but did not trust them. When you refused to hand over Tarragon's family, they responded by attacking your ship. That leaves you with little choice but to defend yourself.

The Emperor's trusted associates proved to be none too trustworthy. Now they're no longer seaworthy. You'll have to deliver Tarragon's family to him personally, no doubt to the Emperor's displeasure. Or you could take matters into your own hands and deal with them personally, which may let you save some face.

You returned Tarragon's family to him, safe and sound. It seems like the Emperor had a different fate planned for them, but that fate was one you averted.

You told Tarragon about the Emperor's plot to have his family 'disappear' - and he believed you. He makes ready to take his revenge on the Empire itself, until his very last breath.

You told Tarragon how the Emperor tried to kill his family - but he did not believe you. Or, for that matter, forgive you. When next you meet, it will be as enemies on the field of war.

At least the emperor left you a ship for your efforts.

The Emperor's associates proved to be untrustworthy; when you refused to hand Tarragon's family over, they resorted to force instead. In this, they were successful. They sank your ship and kidnapped Tarragon's family. You'll have to deliver the bad news to him yourself.

You took the blame for the loss of Tarragon's family. While he respects your honesty, honour demands that he now tries to kill you.

You received an invitation from Voada; she's in the mood to tell you more about that mysterious dagger that she was so concerned with. She has requested you come alone, as discreetly as possible. Hopefully luring Governors into traps goes against some code of Scathacha honour...

Voada laid it all bare: the dagger you found at the site of the shipwreck belonged to her son, Finnegan. She holds some small faint hope that her son may have survived, spirited away by some Roman captor to who-knows-where. The odds are slim, but she has no-one else to turn to; it's not like many other Roman governors would be willing to hear a Celtic warrior-queen out, after all. Ben-Baalion suggests you start the search in Latium; maybe Diana could be of assistance?

You met with Diana in Latium at the Villa Augusta. With only a name to work with, Diana can't do too much. Searching the archives is possible, of course, but it's not cheap...

Diana managed to make good on her promises, and tracked down a Senator who claims to have seen someone matching Finnegan's description. Unfortunately, being a senator, he doesn't plan on saying any more unless he gets a substantial bribe - or a tribute, if you prefer.

Diana found a lead; it appears that Finnegan is now Flavius Cornelius, adopted by a senator into the prestigious gens Cornelia. She believes you might be able to find some more evidence by returning to Albion; the local Procurator ought to have some record of such a thing.

Once he knew what he was looking for, it was a simple matter for Corvinus to locate the necessary documents. Records of one Flavius, parentage unknown, and his fostering into the Cornelius family... there may be many Cornelia and many Flaviuses in the Empire, but this is almost certainly the one you're looking for.

Voada is astonished you actually managed to find evidence of her son's survival - and even more astonished to hear that he's going by Flavius now. Perhaps most astonishingly of all, she's offered you a reward for your help.

You took a coffer of coins from Voada as your payment. Maybe best not to think too hard about how she got her hands on this much Roman currency...

In exchange for your service to the Scathach, Voada offered you the services of one of her bards. You could probably make room for her in a villa, if you felt so inclined.

A Mercator in one of your cities gave you a tip-off about something rare; a herd of wild horses somewhere in Albion! Catching them will be difficult, no doubt, so she recommended you ask Manx for advice.

You agreed to help Manx relocate the wild horses to a safer location. Manx offered you some fine horses from his herd in exchange, which should keep the Mercator happy, even if they're not quite what she originally asked for.

It turns out Manx was already aware of the wild horses, and had been hoping to keep them safe in secret. Well, the secret's out now. Manx won't help you capture the horses, but it doesn't seem like he's going to stop you, either.

It appears Manx was one step ahead of you; he already moved the wild horses away from their hidden islet. He has something to offer you in recompense for this, at least...

With the Mercator satisfied, you can now meet Manx at the hiding place of the wild horses. And your wallet's gotten a bit fatter too!

You helped Manx corral the wild horses onto his ship. It seems he plans... there's still a small slice of wild Albion for them to roam free. Yet the wilderness grows smaller with every passing day..

What happens to the wild horses of Albion in the future is something for the fates to decide. How long Albion's wild and free spirit may last is anyone's guess...

You didn't manage to find the last wild herd in all of Albion. Manx offered you some, which seemed to please the Mercator well enough. It's not quite what you wanted, but you have at least turned a small profit...

Procurator Corvinus wishes to make amends for his past misdeeds. He'd like to treat Manx and his tribe to an Albion-style feast, but civil organisation is usually your job, not his. He has turned to you for advice.

You gave the Procurator some advice on the Albionic everyday. He will take to organising the party with the efficiency of a military campaign; he just needs you, as Governor, to provide some provisions.

The Procurator is ready to embark on his campaign of throwing a party. All that's missing is the guest of honour - Manx of the Ui Capaill. The Procurator would like you to invite him.

The feast at Whitecliff is almost ready to begin; all that's missing is the man of the hour, Manx! Escort him to the destination to make sure he gets there safely.

Manx was glad to accept the Procurator's offer. He seems eager to put the nightmare of the past behind him. Now both of you can enjoy yourselves at the Procurator's party.

Thanks to your sage advice, the Procurator has pulled off a truly authentic Albion-style fete. Manx is impressed!

It might not have been exactly in line with Albionic traditions, but Manx is still quite pleased with the feast the Procurator put together.

It would appear that the Procurator had made an arrangement with Syracus, notorious scourge of Latium. Syracus has appeared in person to demand something of Corvinus... this could get very ugly very quickly. You should step in before things turn too sour.

You decided to take up arms against Syracus, hoping to drive him away from Albion by force.

You bought off Syracus, and he left, happy to have turned a profit on a broken deal. He left you and the Procurator behind with ominous tidings, though... this probably doesn't bode well for Corvinus' career.

Syracus, far away from his base of power, decided it wasn't worth it to press the issue any further. He left you and the Procurator behind with ominous tidings, though... which probably doesn't bode well for Corvinus' career.

With Syracus out of the way, the Procurator reveals his true motive; he's managed to secure a new taxation agreement for Manx's tribe that should give them more autonomy, or at the very least, less tax.

As thanks for your help, the Procurator granted you his own personal ship. One he'd been hoping to sail back to Latium in... but it seems unlikely now that that day will ever come.

The Cook asserts that the outrageous claims are true, that he really can cook anything. All he needs is the "Pallas Oleum", which he claims can be found at Lilybaion.

A mad cook has arrived in your city, claiming he can cook anything and everything. A Libertus would like to know what he's getting into before he takes a bite, and asks you to investigate.

You delivered the Pallas Oleum, as promised. Now the Mad Cook must deliver upon his promise to cook anything into a delicious meal. The Libertus requires your help deciding what he should cook.

The Solea Confit was so delicious you could almost forget what it was made from. You decide to keep the Mad Cook on retainer as a member of your villa staff.

You passed on sampling the Solea Confit. Maybe you should check up on the Libertus who tried it in your stead?

The Libertus' high praise spreads far and wide, raising the Mad Cook's prestige - and, as his host and Governor, your own by extension.

The Shipment will arrive shortly.

Prepare to escort Licia's silk convoys and meet her at the rendez-vous point.

You will not support Licia's rice wine smuggling.

You'll continue to escort Licia's fleet. What's a little rice wine smuggling between friends?

Bottles of rice wine were found floating amongst the silk and other flotsam. Licia has some explaining to do.

Neferneru wants you to intercept and destroy emissaries from Aegyptus on their way to Rome. They will arrive soon - prepare your fleet!

Ben-Baalion warns of imperial repercussions should you attack the emissary's fleet. Will you attack, or ignore Neferneru's request?

You've displeased the Emperor by siding with Neferneru and destroying the emissary's fleet. There will be consequences.

You've displeased Neferneru by allowing the emissary's fleet safe passage. There will be consequences.

The emissary's fleet has arrived. Will you attack, or ignore Neferneru's request?

On the other hand, the emperor was pleased and sent a unit to your island as a thank you. These men await your orders.

Now that unit is yours. For free. Forever, or at least until its resounding defeat.

You received an invitation to a party hosted by Syracus, slave-trader and general do-badder of Latium... and you also accepted said invitation.

You attended Syracus' party and found yourself embroiled in some sort of (mock?) assassination scheme. After some investigation, you decided that the Aedile and his gambling woes was the most likely candidate. At this accusation, he fled to the docks; Syracus offers a reward for whoever manages to catch the fleeing "culprit".

You attended Syracus' party and found yourself embroiled in some sort of (mock?) assassination scheme. After some investigation, you decided that the Archimagira's kitchen access made her a likely poisoner. At this accusation, she fled; Syracus offers a reward for whoever manages to catch the fleeing "culprit".

You attended Syracus' party and found yourself embroiled in some sort of (mock?) assassination scheme. After some investigation, you decided that the Legate's burning grudge made him a likely candidate. At this accusation, he took to his ship to make a grand last stand; Syracus offers a reward for whoever manages to subdue the "culprit".

You attended Syracus' party and found yourself embroiled in some sort of (mock?) assassination scheme. Syracus would have had you accuse one of your fellow guests as a would-be murderer; but you... didn't really pay attention to what was going on, and wound up looking like a fool in front of everyone.

You attended Syracus' party and found yourself embroiled in some sort of (mock?) assassination scheme. Syracus would have had you accuse one of your fellow guests as a would-be murderer; but you refused to play by the rules of his game. At this, the night ended with no great conclusion, but your stubborn independence has won you some grudging respect.

You sank the runaway Aedile, and received a substantial reward from Syracus in return. ...was there really any danger of an assassination, or did you merely play a part in some grand theatrical performance for Syrah's amusement? Well, either way, you've been well paid.

You captured the runaway cook, and received a substantial reward from Syracus in return. ...was there really any danger of an assassination, or did you merely play a part in some grand theatrical performance for Syrah's amusement? Well, either way, you've been well paid.

You subdued the frenzied Legate, and received a substantial reward from Syracus in return. ...was there really any danger of an assassination, or did you merely play a part in some grand theatrical performance for Syrah's amusement? Well, either way, you've been well paid.

You failed to sink the runaway Aedile, and were left with nothing but your own failure as comfort. ...was there really any danger of an assassination, or did you merely play a part in some grand theatrical performance for Syrah's amusement?

A Smith in one of your cities claims she knows about a fallen star lying somewhere nearby. She'd like to try forging something with it, but first she needs to find it. The Smith's aunt, an experienced diver, will help with the search.

You collected the Smith's diver Aunt. Now you just need to bring her to the spots where the star was said to have fallen.

You explored the first spot, Mannanan's Shroud, but found nothing more than dust. Possibly stardust, possibly just regular dust, but dust all the same. The search continues!

You investigated Mannanan's Cape, but found nothing but some shiny sea-shells. Not what you were looking for... third time's the charm?

At Mannanan's Shawl, you found the star you were looking for! However, it's too heavy for the Smith's aunt to lift from the seabed... this calls for a crane!

You provided the Smith some materials and she assembled a Hoist for you. Use it to drag the fallen star up from beneath Mannanan's Shawl.

With the help of the hoist, you were able to retrieve the Caelestium from beneath Mannanan's Shawl. All that remains is to deliver it into the Smith's waiting hands.

Procurator Corvinus left the wrecked ship for you to deal with. With some repairs, it could still be usable for your own purposes.

You provided some ores to feed Vulcan's forge. Caecilia could begin her ritual now, but is such a meagre offering really enough to appease an angry god?

The pile of offerings is now about as large as the one you provided for Caecilia's previous sacrifice; then again, that one didn't work... did it?

The ores accumulating in the temple have taken on the shape and size of a small burial mound. Compared to Occasus, though, your offering still resembles nothing so much as an anthill.

Vulcan is not his cousin Orcus. His ambitions are, for a god, humble. His tastes are, for a god, simple. The pile in front of you is vast, endless, extravagant, and melted down, could probably keep a city in coin for a year. He should be pleased with you...

They say Anaximander made an offering to the sun to calm its blaze on a hot day. They say it was about as large as the offering you've made to Vulcan. And yet, they say, the sun still shines. How much is too much?

In all the codices and histories of the Empire and the kingdoms that begat it, no sacrificial offering has ever been this great or this grand. Perhaps that's why those kingdoms fell. Perhaps you'll be left standing tall where they lie, for all time remembered as the Governor who calmed the mountain. Perhaps.

You requested aid from the Emperor, and got a hefty pile of precious ores in return. These would make for a great sacrifice... but you don't have to sacrifice them.

You requested aid from the Emperor, and very much did not get any in return. Vulcan would probably be insulted if you offered these to him. Maybe just keep it to yourself.

You gathered some offerings from your citizens in exchange for some offerings of your own. Bring them to Caecilia... unless you'd rather keep them.

Vulcan's wrath is evident throughout the province, and your ritual efforts did nothing to calm or forestall it. Did you not sacrifice enough? Or was there truly nothing you could have done?

Caecilia seems positive that you have obtained Vulcan's blessing. All is quiet... except Diana, who seems to have landed herself in trouble again.

You have unearthed a rather horrid statue from the basin of the Villa Augusta. Maybe Caecilia knows what it depicts...

The strange statue is sacred to the obscure cult of Dindymene. It has given Caecilia a bad fright. She wishes to offer an apology to Vulcan, consecrated with the ashes of Occasus.

You have gathered the ash of Occasus. Now to assemble the offerings. How much are you willing to sacrifice to calm Vulcan, and preserve your reputation as a god-fearing ruler?

Hint: The combined weight of a herd of elephants ought to impress just about anyone.

You made a humble offering to Occasus, and the mountain did not stir again.

You have met the mysterious Caecilia of Cinis. She has noted her interest in obsidian for divining purposes, which she claims can be found deep within Latium's veins.

Your scholars may have to research this strange material in order to procure a sample.

Obsidian, or the glass of Obsidius, was once deemed an unfortunate byproduct of quarries and pits— just like dirt, dust and sudden death.

The obsidian spells signs of an imminent eruption. History may be doomed to repeat; great Occasus lay waste to Latium once more. But Caecilia believes that a sacrifice by you, the governor, may appease Vulcan.

...and, fortunately enough, it turns out they already have! All that remains is to deliver a shard of obsidian to Caecilia.

You helped the Sibyl Caecilia restore Vulcan's place to prominence within Latium. Occasus yet sleeps, and Vulcan's hammer is nowhere to be heard.

Caecilia is intent on placating Vulcan, her fiery god. She thinks you ought to encourage your residents to carve figurines out of obsidian— for protection.

Your tribute now adorns Latium's household shrines. Caecilia has mentioned that her home, the isle of Cinis, hosts many young hopefuls willing to work for a chance to study obsidian.

Caecilia has been watching the mountain closely and has seen troubling signs. She hopes you will restore the old Sacellum, a place sacred to Vulcan, and reestablish his worship in your cities.

Soon after the Sacellum was restored, all of Latium quaked as if titans were fighting underneath the crust of the earth. Vulcan's favour seems ever fickle.

Caecilia is shaken by the recent tremor. She asks you to help her sacrifice at the Sacellum— treasure extracted from pits and quarries.

You provided the Sibyl with the mountain's bounty, which she offered up to her god. Occasus, and Vulcan, offered no reply in response. Perhaps that means all is well.

By some means or another, the charioteer you sponsored was lost. This marks the end of their career.

If a charioteer wins at the Hippodrome and nobody is around to see it, did they really win? It's time to present your future champion to the raving crowds of Latium.

Your charioteer has gathered a small following. A win at the amateur level might propel him to higher spheres...

Success! Fame and fortune! And an introduction, at last. You're now on a first-nomen basis with Hiero Propertius, your charioteer and soon-to-be guiding star of the racetrack!

Hiero has gathered a crowd of devoted worshippers. When he's racing, the Hippodrome is packed as full as an amphora of sardines. But he has yet to prove himself to the career racers of Latium: The Quadriga awaits!

Now you know Hiero's name, it's time to get that name out there. He must partake in the races until every plebeian in the city recognizes him by the very curve of his neck.

So confident is Hiero that he swore an oath to Fortuna that he will never lose again.
Some would deem it unwise to draw the attention of a god... but then again, he might be her favourite.

Hiero exiled himself to Lilybaion, to Valeria's many taverns, feeling unworthy of your arena and quite livid with himself. After some convincing, he has agreed to return. But his smile and motivation are nowhere to be found...

Despite his solemn oath, Hiero was defeated in the races. He did not take this well, fleeing the Hippodrome without a word to anyone... but he can't have left the province.
Perhaps if you look around a bit, or wait, you'll be able to deduce his whereabouts...

You left the fate of Hiero for the gods to decide, leaving him behind to drown his sorrow in Lilybaion. Whatever your reasons, you'll never see him again.

Hiero has agreed to return to the track, but he is still fidgety, thin and slightly shaken from his escapade. Best to start him out gently, in the Amateur Races.

By some means or another, the charioteer you sponsored was lost. This marks the end of their career.

His performance might not have been anything to write home about, but at least Hiero has mastered himself enough to climb a chariot again. There are signs that he is returning to his old self...

Hiero is almost back to his old self. But perhaps he can surpass the brazen, untested champion he was, leave him in the dust. The Hiero that is now sees more clearly, and is less afraid to fail.

Hiero Propertius has tasted the sweet wine of victory and suffered the humiliation of defeat. A good patron makes a champion, and indeed, you have made him. A hero of the track: A mentor of future heroes.

You decided to offer your patronage to an aspiring charioteer, an Aegyptan youth who has the build of a racer, but no experience to speak of. Time to put him through his paces at the Hippodrome...

By some means or another, the charioteer you sponsored was lost. This marks the end of their career.

Your new charioteer won his first race at the Hippodrome! Now that he's tasted victory, he seems determined to strive onwards and upwards...

Your new, inexperienced charioteer lost his first race at the Hippodrome, to nobody's surprise. But it seems that the taste of defeat leaves him undaunted: he yearns to prove himself.

The many cultures of Naukratis have united in protest, forming a blockade on Heron's important grain port! It seems eye-witness accounts of a blade-wound on his body have spread. Nymphaeus's death might not have been an accident! People are demanding a formal investigation! The chief theory is that someone must have wanted Nymphaeus dead because he used his immense popularity to promote a political ideal of a more culturally-inclusive Naukratis.

Capricious Akhet— flood season— bears in gifts good and ill upon its tides. This time, a human corpse, but who could it be? The appearance of such mysterious evidence is bound to raise questions, and whip up the restless citizens and non-citizens in Naukratis.

The body of a young man washed up on the banks of the Nile at the village of Hippolytum. An anxious Epistrategos Heron ordered you to pick it up. Who might it be?

A group of Nilotic chanters who found the body, sang a strangely elegiac song... You need to bring the corpse to Heron for a formal identification.

Heron identified the body as Nymphaeus, a famous model, loved by many in the province. Officially, during a party on Valeria's trade barge the 'Karnak' he took too much wine and fell in the Nile. He could not swim. Unfortunately when revellers finally noticed he was missing, it was already too late, his lifeless body having been swept away.

The people of Naukratis mostly only have good things to say about Nymphaeus of Bithynia, an artist's model and advocate for cultural integration, celebrated across the whole empire. He recently branched out into the writing of plays intended to raise awareness of topical issues to his audiences.

The Emperor believes Nymphaeus ought to have proper Aegyptian death rites, given his beliefs in life. The task, being a discreet one, falls to you. Ben-Baalion has accepted he is going to be performing this grisly task, whether he'd like to or not.

You brought Nymphaeus' body to your Governor Villa for mummification. Not the best place, but as per Epistrategos Heron's wishes, a secretive one.

Ben deserves good treatment today. He battled through a gruelling mummification process and got the job done. To dispatch Nymphaeus to the afterlife, a sarcophagus is needed.

Heron sold you a unique sarcophagus with a fine portrait of Nymphaeus on top, now to be buried away forever.

Ben might have made a mistake or two during the mummification process. A nasty disease spread across your city, but like some of the affected residents, has now passed on...

The Emperor has asked for the pyramids to be restored, and every governor in the province is expected to do their bit. As an extraordinary tribute to his popularity, Nymphaeus will be sealed within for his journey to the afterlife.

You have made landfall in Aegyptus, a place known by locals as Kumat— 'black land', for the rich river deposits of the majestic Nile. Epistrategos Heron, a Greek bureaucrat who speaks for the Emperor in the province, gives you the imperial edict: build new cities along the river and gather its resources. The Emperor would have the breadbaskets of empire filled, and the pyramids restored in Rome's image.

You chose a first island in the Aegyptian province so that you can build your first settlement. Next step: Learn what kind of materials you'll need here.

Mud bricks are the basis for everything in Aegyptus. The first residents are called Threshers, arriving once you have built them a few houses.

The Threshers want food. You will supply them with Dates, Porridge, or both.

First things first: To build, you need to learn how to use the materials available in Aegyptus.

The people's bellies are full, yet still rumble for a place to discuss the politics of the day, like Markets or Firepits.

There is space for public gatherings but the Threshers have nothing to wear. Let them craft.

Time to grow the city. Which people fit your cultural ambitions better? Potters or Scribes?

Scribes moved into your city.

Potters moved into your city.

Heron introduced you to your role as a governor in this province: delivering all sorts of produce to feed the empire, especially Rome.

Your deliveries of oats and wheat will be sent out by Epistrategos Heron across the Mare Nostrum to feed the wider empire.

That's turning out to be rather a lot of produce...

...and many more deliveries followed before Heron was satisfied. For now.

Ships are blockading Heron's harbor. What is going on?

One unwritten rule when investigating a murder is to make the scene of the crime your first port of call. Since Nymphaeus 'fell off' Valeria's boat that would make it the obvious place to start. Ben-Baalion, who suspects Valeria's involvement, will remain more impartial when it comes to documenting all your investigation progress (Hint: read sub quest entries).

All the hints are here. You now only need piece them together and you'll figure out what happened to Nymphaeus during that fateful night on the Nile.

Valeria rushed to your side when she sensed you had most of the clues and evidence. She says Epistrategos Heron hired the extra staff for the party on her boat, one of which might have been the killer. What is Heron's role in all of this?

Your investigation uncovered it all and Heron broke down and admitted the truth it feels like he knew you discover all long: The Emperor had a love affair with Nymphaeus. Coupled with his rabble-rousing, the Emperor asked Heron to dispatch the boy, somehow. Heron's heart was never in it, yet still he followed orders. Heron hired a Peregrine mercenary to do the killing during Nympaheus' revelry aboard the Karnak, stabbing him with an ornate asp-adorned blade and pushing him overboard just after the Karnak stopped at Anubim, in the hope the Nile would wash away the evidence. Now's a tough choice: Risk the Emperor's wrath when you publish the truth, or keep the matter silent by declaring the whole thing an accident?

You chose to publish the truth, facing all the consequences that came with it. Though the Imperial Court now has a much lower opinion of you, the people of Naukratis are rejoicing at your bravery in delivering the truth, and getting justice for Nymphaeus. THE END.

You chose to declare the death of Nymphaeus as an accident. Must be the thought of going against the Emperor was too big a risk, or else you just preferred to keep the details under your pileus. Let's hope the truth won't eat you alive. THE END.

You repaid your debts to Heron... not that he'd made it clear you were endebted to him, exactly, but in any case the matter is now resolved.

You did not repay your unexpected outstanding debt to Heron. As such, he repaid himself, taking your contributions to the Pyramid reconstruction for his own. Well, at least you don't owe him anything now...

You accepted Heron's assistance in the early stages of the pyramid reconstruction. Apparently the Epistrategos expected to be repaid... now, at the very end of the reconstruction. Might be better not to leave him waiting; he could make things very inconvenient for you...

You made a deal with Heron to get some free supplies. As the ancient Akkadian saying goes; such a thing there is as a lunch which is free.... right?

Negotiations are concluded: ships are about to make their way up the delta. All you need to do is make sure no one else gets their hand on the precious cargo...

You ordered your workers to sieve the silt and effluvium for anything that may be used for construction. It's easy and cheap, except for the human toll exacted by crocodiles...

You chose to invest in construction material: the only way to progress is to build. Let's wait for those investments to pay off...

Your contracts with traders in other provinces have run their course. You'll have to acquire the remaining goods the traditional way.

The reconstruction of the great Pyramids of Keeops continues apace. You encouraged your ship captains to speed up their pace to prevent anyone else from outpacing your deliveries.

Brick by brick, stone by stone, the pyramids regain their lustre. Plenty of bricks yet to go, though; you enlisted your soldiers into the war against bricklessness.

Heron has sent an inconvenient auditor to take stock of your villa. Put up with him for a little bit, and your sector project stocks will rise accordingly.

In the final stages of the pyramid restoration, you allowed Heron's auditors to rifle through your accounts. Seeing that nothing was awry, the imperial bureaucracy gave your goods the stamp of approval.

The Valley of the Pharaohs is the final resting place of many rulers that preceded you; royalty of the Nile. You could unseal those tombs: riches are sure to lie within...

You plundered the Valley of the Pharaohs and its rich tombs. But the land is far older than your excavation attempts, older still than its kings: who can say what the shifting sands may one day reveal?

The Kandis is willing to lend you her architect. Unfortunately, he refuses to leave while an Imperial vessel obstructs trade at her harbour.

The Kandis has deemed you unworthy, and refuses to assist you

You successfully arrived at the Imperial Warship

Having dealt with the Imperial vessel, you may now seek the Kandis's approval.

The Kandis expects an offering before she will consider your request.

Having received your offering, the Kandis will now determine whether you are worthy of her assistance.

Despite your achievements, the Kandis did not consider you worthy of her architect's talents.

Having deemed you worthy, the Kandis has agreed to lend you her architect. Use him to enhance your monuments.

The architect has reshaped the tomb in his distinctive style. Return him to the Kandis before your agreement expires.

Though the architect has chosen to remain in your city, the Kandis has little interest in rewarding broken promises.

The architect has become fond of your city. He chooses to remain there permanently.

You decided to leave the architect with the Kandis. Retaining his services was not worth provoking her further.

You soothed the queen's anger and persuaded her to leave the architect in your city.