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The church won this round, and so begins a LONGEST project of the three...

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Year 31

The new council were by no means young; each had proven themselves capable leaders in the community to be accepted as leaders of Hearthfell and the fledgling nation of Durnah.

But they were not the founders, some had worked with them as each was replaced, but they were not the founders; and they knew this.
The people respected the former members of the council still for their hard work and dedication to the prosperity of Hearthfell, and having led them through dark times, prosperous times, and in to the birth of a country named for the most respected of the Elders.

It was this feeling of lacking that led the new council of six to turn from the everyday workings of Hearthfell to talks of garnering much higher respect.

A project was proposed; a grand Gesture aimed at showing that the new council could do something as grand, as remembered as the originals.

They wanted something unlike the former council had ever attempted; their greatest achievements were in deeds to protect, or grow Hearthfell; what they proposed was something to give the town itself something to talk about, to show the rest of Galuvia that Hearthfell is becoming as great as the towns and cities that were decades or centuries old when the founders were still young.

Having prospered so well in the 30 years since its founding Hearthfell had already gained a reputation for being successful and prosperous, but the new council wanted to push it further too.

A gesture to the people, and a statement to the world...

There were talks of a new district, one where people could go and be entertained;

Talks of improving the now aging Council hall with a grand stone building built for the purpose of governance and the running of Hearthfell and the other towns of the Union of villages under Durnahs name.

One though caught the attention of the more religious members of the council, a gesture of religion.

It excited them; they spoke to the Clerics of the church who, at the prospect of having a greater place of worship, added their voice to the council in its recommendation.

The remaining council were soon convinced and plans were soon being drawn up for the design of a cathedral.

Several locations were looked at to serve as the location for this house of worship and in the end the highest point closest to the town was chosen in the north, next to the high cliffs and giving a beautiful view not just across the ocean but over the town it would service.

A side the construction workers many of the acolytes an the faithful volunteered for this project walking the mile to the site, spending all the daylight time they had digging down, clearing the area, or simply preparing meals and drink for the hard workers.

After the first month the final plans were finalized and they started to dig down to create the foundations for the large building, the scale of it truly coming in to view.

Day after day the soil was removed, deeper and deeper.

When winter hit, and the ground froze, work slowed, even with pickaxes it was difficult to break up the stone hard frozen dirt, and harder to work continuously, and with less daylight hours.

Year 32

When spring returned, and the ground softened once more the foundation work picked up the pace.

The Clerics visited daily to give praise to the site, ordaining the site regularly in preparation for the new holy building.

The older church still held regular service; it would be many years before the cathedral would see its first service, so maintaining the first church was necessary too.

In the meantime, every stonemason, and sculptor in Hearthfell was brought together at the council hall, and shown the plans and the duties that would be called upon them.

The masons would begin work immediately at the Dwarven District, working the stone as it was being brought up; squaring it up; making the pieces ready to be transported to the site and placed in the foundations.

Pillars would be needed to support the ground floor that would cover the ‘vault’ beneath it, and would require more ‘decorative’ designs to them.

The Sculptors had the job of creating the decorative features of the cathedral bot in and outside the walls. Since these would take more time it was a job that would start long before they were needed, but would first work with the Clerics to find the correct figures and designs befitting their religion.

It was a distance away, over a mile and a half away, directly from the quarry that would provide the stone. Even with Horse and Cart the amount of stone proposed to be used was immense, and would take innumerable trips.

The route itself ended up being a two mile journey from the Quarry, each trip taking only one of the blocks needed.

Many stone masons worked directly on site, as each stone was being fit in to place. First the walls of the Vault, that would only be seen from the inside, and the flooring.

Just this would take most of the year.

The idea of the project had spread far beyond the borders of the Hearthfell, and a flood of people made a pilgrimage to the town, many feeling the need to help with the construction, but others were there to witness the construction for themselves.

There were many religions on the continent, and in even in Hearthfell, not everyone followed the same one.

Before, with the church, it was the Cleric who had originally came to hearthfell that gave comfort and religious guidance when the Village at the time needed it.

But with more people there was a more diversity in faith, and few had places to worship beyond their personal shrines in their homes.

The few clerics of their own would preach on the street, or in the fields.

For some, an order of druids, they had set themselves up a shrine in the forest they would use for communion.

It had never really been fair that only one religion had been given more due to a ‘first come first serve’ situation, and the Cathedral had only served to turn an apathetic feeling in to a resentful frustration.

The Council would hear of this as it was brought up on the notice boards, and in the News Sheets, that now included A news sheet being published by a local merchants son, a graduate of the very school system Hearthfell had, and had been a scribe, and clerk for his father, and had turned to writing about various events in life that the Councils News Sheet did not cover.

It had always covered events like plays, weddings, and other such things; but now they were covering the lack of respect for the other faiths in the Town.

The council could not give them all cathedrals when they had barely built the basement of the one they had in sixteen months.

All they asked for though was a little more attention to be given, a little more acknowledgment.

And so it was decided that a plot of land next to the Cathedral would be given up to anyone wanting to build shrines, or churches. It was limited, but enough.

A Promenade was built around the Cathedral to mark its borders, with a Stone wall planned to replace it, and more walls planned to protect the whole site from danger.

Year 33

Food and goods had been steadily increasing over the last thirty years, but the market square had barely changed. The stalls filled the area, and even spread through the streets more.

On top of that there was too much to sell.

The farmers were far enough away that the closer goods seller would take up the best stall spaces. And those who came miles from villages further afield had it worse.
To avoid trouble the Council set up an area, placing an open wooden palisade around it, and created the Farmers Market.

It was a simple area that the farmers could use to set up and set produce.
The animal farmers could finally bring their animals in to sell too, rather than the butchers coming to them.

This also prompted more people to grow produce, an increase in fishing that would sell outside of their own fish markets on the wharfs.

Trade ships were coming more frequently, as were visits from dignitaries of the other lands. It was taking weeks, if not months of travel to reach Hearthfell; in part for trade of goods and information, but also in matters concerning their leaders.

The Wizards who had come to Hearthfell to establish a place to work freely had grown their knowledge and skills greatly in the few decades they had been in their new home. Many had tried to copy their example, but had not yet achieved what they had. Few had tried to take what the Wizards had gained in knowledge, and it had driven them to become more exclusive, and secretive.

Anyone was allowed to come and ask for permission to research, but they now controlled what was available.
They had collected many Tomes before and since they came to settle, many of which were rare.
Expeditions to locate Arcane artefacts discovered in research had proved fruitful, the mystical relics stored in their own protected vault.

A representative of the Wizards frequented the council, they had done ever since the last great battle with the Orcs, and thy always said the same thing ‘any one can come use the arcane library, but we also must protect the knowledge too.’

Some saw it as arrogance, after having become increasingly powerful in the Arcane.

A slight fear had begun to seed in the wary that the Wizards could easily destroy if they so wished.

The Aged Durnah, former Council member and founder, had always promoted trust, and the guiding principal of Hearthfells founding of co-operation, faith and acceptance.

In fact Durnahs son had worked well with the Wizards, becoming one himself, and though not high up, was prominent in dealing with their connection to the Town.

His daughter, still young, and having learnt a small amount of magic was more prominent in helping the running of the town, making sure to continue her grandfather’s legacy of representing the people of Hearthfell. Aspiring to take the mantel of Councillor herself one day, and once more have a member of her family on the council.

But in the end, all it came to was talk, and fear.

Wizards continued to make trips, make copies of books. Even a business had been made out of it, Scribes being sent to copy books they had little understanding of for the library of their clients.

The Wizards even commissioned two new buildings to replace the small homes they had for visitors and students.

Year 34 – 35

With work on the Cathedral continuing, the pillars and floor of the Vault being finished along with the walls, trees were being planted to give the are more nature, and the buildings of the new temple district were being completed, most being timber built, with some stone, and the Druids even creating a small wooded area for themselves with a wooden structure in the Elven design.

One issue was that there was no direct route from Hearthfells center, most having to go around the outer walls to get there; but the solution was simple.

A new North gate was created, and half of the Palisade would be updated to a stone wall, which continued on from the main wall, a thin bridge connecting two towers across the river

The Road was paved and stretched out far before turning towards the Cathedral site.

The new district was now full walled; the southern sections designed to host outside events, and create a peaceful area for worship as well as lead to the two main areas.

People would often gather there to speak to the many figures of faith that would be walking around.

Along the new road people began to make homes, desiring to be closer to their new centers of faith.

At an intersection of paths, where the road north led to the new District, and East to the farmers market, students of the aged bards small school had set up a new area, to work, a round stage with seating for many, and putting on many shows during Market days, or providing music for those heading north. In the evenings they still played in the now few Taverns and Inns that dotted the Town, but this was a new home for them, with more space to entertain more people.

As time moved on like-minded people joined them, the stage soon being replaced with a dedicated theatre, performance artists travelling to make use of their craft on a real stage, and entertaining the more wealthy who would pay for the better seats, and giving more wealth and reputation to it.

Performers choosing to be closer to the theatre moved closer.

Year 36 – 38

The passing of Durnah, one of the seven founders was a sad time for Hearthfell. Though having never taken much stock in his reputation, or his status, he was nevertheless mourned by countless citizens who had grown to admire him.

He had seen hearthfell through much; despite he was always calling it a group effort by the council, it had been his voice that was loudest when it came to the people, and helping them, and many saw that Hearthfell would not be what it is without his guidance.

A pause was placed on the Cathedrals construction as a mausoleum was made in his honour. It was hastily made using much of the finished stonework meant for the Cathedral to save time, but within a month his body was interred inside it; His wife soon joining him from her own grave.

The area was walled off, the clerics designating it as a new cemetery, and the third section of the district.
A final wall would then begin construction by the end of the year.

As a gesture to the memory of her grandfather, the younger Durnah proposed to the Council a renovation of many of the older houses; fixing many, tearing down other and replacing them with better constructed ones, not only fixing up the area but giving it a beatification.

The Cathedral would continue to slowly move ahead, but mostly with the volunteers bolstering the more experienced workforce.

But it wouldn’t be for long as houses rose and fell; improvements made to various locations with the help of the council.

Durnah would not stop there though; she knew he had more to offer the people, to help improve life. But what, she wasn’t sure, and she would work diligently in her own time to come up and plan for what she would propose next to the council.

Year 39 – 40

The Vault was finally completed and the first section of the floor was completed, the pillars continued up a little higher in preparation of higher ceilings.
Scaffolding would be constructed as the first layers of wall rose from the ground, stone by stone; a never ending line of it being brought up and stored as Stone masons cut, and shaped it to its desired configuration.

It was now a part of the daily routine; the new council had kept the town running well, had expanded the hall with a guest house for the dignitaries and were overseeing their project with eagerness.

It would take years to finish, they knew this, but it would also stand far longer than anything else currently in Hearthfell that would be replaced in time.

They seemed sated with that thought.

But that did not mean there weren’t other things to do too, other goals.
The Captain of the guards was asking for more room, for more horses, more supplies.

Hamlets were continuing to pop up along the roads that needed to be patrolled, so new Forts were in the works to be added so they could assist any attacks.

Hearthfell had not suffered a serious attack in almost 20 years, the Orc attacks were not coming as far south as they once had, instead attacking the outer edge of the country’s borders, the guards keeping them back further and further away.

The Wizards were contemplating expansion, and wanted more freedom to trade, as the old deals were no longer satisfactory for their growth.

Some of the wealthier citizens were asking the Council to designate an area that would host a more elegant style, a more organized construction that they could enjoy; essentially a district for the higher in status.

The Dwarves were planning to extend the district and the Quarry, but also believed they were becoming a bigger part of Hearthfell, and wanted more say on the council...

The list seemed endless at times.

But, which one to do?

No one could agree, so none were getting done.
This only served to frustrate those asking for what they wanted, or wanting permission.

The young Durnah had worked her way up to Council secretary, running the hall and keeping everything going.
When something needed getting done, it was she that sent out the written orders; sorted out the Council meetings; talking to the people, setting up appointments, and such.

So in time it was her they went to, not just for being the secretary, but also a Durnah, the granddaughter of the Founder.

She always tried her best, but the council was six people who could not get a majority vote on anything. Even when they agreed, it was often ‘who first?’ that pulled them back in.

The Cathedral was taking up a large amount of the workforce, and production.
The funding was taking the majority of the taxes that were coming in, leaving little to fund other projects. Every time they did another build it took from the Councils Cathedral project.
The Clerics had even lent the Council some of their donation money for the project.

To Durnah, and a few people, the Cathedral had become a vanity project for the Council, proof that their ‘grand gesture’ would outshine the previous council, prove their worthiness to the people that they can give them something better.

Though ten years in, the cathedral walls were barely 5 feet high off the ground, and some days barely a stone was laid as Stone cutters worked on the rock, adding the right curves to a series of blocks before deconstructing and moving to the worksite to be laid; Even the floor still had not been finished.

They wondered if some of the other projects they had discussed would have been finished by now; but they had set their path.

Even though they hadn’t focused on those plans, it wasn’t to say that they hadn’t begun to occur in a natural way, perhaps a revisit to the discussion was warranted.

Though Young Durnah did advise the council not to forget the requests made of them...

What will the council choose?

    1)      Build a new Council Hall/govt building?

    2)      Help grow the entertainment district?

    3)      Listen to Durnah and help with the requests?

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There isn't much to really improve, so next jump is twenty years where world events will cause The Country of Durnah, will face a choice.

Description

The church won this round, and so begins a LONGEST project of the three...

<<>>

Year 31

The new council were by no means young; each had proven themselves capable leaders in the community to be accepted as leaders of Hearthfell and the fledgling nation of Durnah.

But they were not the founders, some had worked with them as each was replaced, but they were not the founders; and they knew this.
The people respected the former members of the council still for their hard work and dedication to the prosperity of Hearthfell, and having led them through dark times, prosperous times, and in to the birth of a country named for the most respected of the Elders.

It was this feeling of lacking that led the new council of six to turn from the everyday workings of Hearthfell to talks of garnering much higher respect.

A project was proposed; a grand Gesture aimed at showing that the new council could do something as grand, as remembered as the originals.

They wanted something unlike the former council had ever attempted; their greatest achievements were in deeds to protect, or grow Hearthfell; what they proposed was something to give the town itself something to talk about, to show the rest of Galuvia that Hearthfell is becoming as great as the towns and cities that were decades or centuries old when the founders were still young.

Having prospered so well in the 30 years since its founding Hearthfell had already gained a reputation for being successful and prosperous, but the new council wanted to push it further too.

A gesture to the people, and a statement to the world...

There were talks of a new district, one where people could go and be entertained;

Talks of improving the now aging Council hall with a grand stone building built for the purpose of governance and the running of Hearthfell and the other towns of the Union of villages under Durnahs name.

One though caught the attention of the more religious members of the council, a gesture of religion.

It excited them; they spoke to the Clerics of the church who, at the prospect of having a greater place of worship, added their voice to the council in its recommendation.

The remaining council were soon convinced and plans were soon being drawn up for the design of a cathedral.

Several locations were looked at to serve as the location for this house of worship and in the end the highest point closest to the town was chosen in the north, next to the high cliffs and giving a beautiful view not just across the ocean but over the town it would service.

A side the construction workers many of the acolytes an the faithful volunteered for this project walking the mile to the site, spending all the daylight time they had digging down, clearing the area, or simply preparing meals and drink for the hard workers.

After the first month the final plans were finalized and they started to dig down to create the foundations for the large building, the scale of it truly coming in to view.

Day after day the soil was removed, deeper and deeper.

When winter hit, and the ground froze, work slowed, even with pickaxes it was difficult to break up the stone hard frozen dirt, and harder to work continuously, and with less daylight hours.

Year 32

When spring returned, and the ground softened once more the foundation work picked up the pace.

The Clerics visited daily to give praise to the site, ordaining the site regularly in preparation for the new holy building.

The older church still held regular service; it would be many years before the cathedral would see its first service, so maintaining the first church was necessary too.

In the meantime, every stonemason, and sculptor in Hearthfell was brought together at the council hall, and shown the plans and the duties that would be called upon them.

The masons would begin work immediately at the Dwarven District, working the stone as it was being brought up; squaring it up; making the pieces ready to be transported to the site and placed in the foundations.

Pillars would be needed to support the ground floor that would cover the ‘vault’ beneath it, and would require more ‘decorative’ designs to them.

The Sculptors had the job of creating the decorative features of the cathedral bot in and outside the walls. Since these would take more time it was a job that would start long before they were needed, but would first work with the Clerics to find the correct figures and designs befitting their religion.

It was a distance away, over a mile and a half away, directly from the quarry that would provide the stone. Even with Horse and Cart the amount of stone proposed to be used was immense, and would take innumerable trips.

The route itself ended up being a two mile journey from the Quarry, each trip taking only one of the blocks needed.

Many stone masons worked directly on site, as each stone was being fit in to place. First the walls of the Vault, that would only be seen from the inside, and the flooring.

Just this would take most of the year.

The idea of the project had spread far beyond the borders of the Hearthfell, and a flood of people made a pilgrimage to the town, many feeling the need to help with the construction, but others were there to witness the construction for themselves.

There were many religions on the continent, and in even in Hearthfell, not everyone followed the same one.

Before, with the church, it was the Cleric who had originally came to hearthfell that gave comfort and religious guidance when the Village at the time needed it.

But with more people there was a more diversity in faith, and few had places to worship beyond their personal shrines in their homes.

The few clerics of their own would preach on the street, or in the fields.

For some, an order of druids, they had set themselves up a shrine in the forest they would use for communion.

It had never really been fair that only one religion had been given more due to a ‘first come first serve’ situation, and the Cathedral had only served to turn an apathetic feeling in to a resentful frustration.

The Council would hear of this as it was brought up on the notice boards, and in the News Sheets, that now included A news sheet being published by a local merchants son, a graduate of the very school system Hearthfell had, and had been a scribe, and clerk for his father, and had turned to writing about various events in life that the Councils News Sheet did not cover.

It had always covered events like plays, weddings, and other such things; but now they were covering the lack of respect for the other faiths in the Town.

The council could not give them all cathedrals when they had barely built the basement of the one they had in sixteen months.

All they asked for though was a little more attention to be given, a little more acknowledgment.

And so it was decided that a plot of land next to the Cathedral would be given up to anyone wanting to build shrines, or churches. It was limited, but enough.

A Promenade was built around the Cathedral to mark its borders, with a Stone wall planned to replace it, and more walls planned to protect the whole site from danger.

Year 33

Food and goods had been steadily increasing over the last thirty years, but the market square had barely changed. The stalls filled the area, and even spread through the streets more.

On top of that there was too much to sell.

The farmers were far enough away that the closer goods seller would take up the best stall spaces. And those who came miles from villages further afield had it worse.
To avoid trouble the Council set up an area, placing an open wooden palisade around it, and created the Farmers Market.

It was a simple area that the farmers could use to set up and set produce.
The animal farmers could finally bring their animals in to sell too, rather than the butchers coming to them.

This also prompted more people to grow produce, an increase in fishing that would sell outside of their own fish markets on the wharfs.

Trade ships were coming more frequently, as were visits from dignitaries of the other lands. It was taking weeks, if not months of travel to reach Hearthfell; in part for trade of goods and information, but also in matters concerning their leaders.

The Wizards who had come to Hearthfell to establish a place to work freely had grown their knowledge and skills greatly in the few decades they had been in their new home. Many had tried to copy their example, but had not yet achieved what they had. Few had tried to take what the Wizards had gained in knowledge, and it had driven them to become more exclusive, and secretive.

Anyone was allowed to come and ask for permission to research, but they now controlled what was available.
They had collected many Tomes before and since they came to settle, many of which were rare.
Expeditions to locate Arcane artefacts discovered in research had proved fruitful, the mystical relics stored in their own protected vault.

A representative of the Wizards frequented the council, they had done ever since the last great battle with the Orcs, and thy always said the same thing ‘any one can come use the arcane library, but we also must protect the knowledge too.’

Some saw it as arrogance, after having become increasingly powerful in the Arcane.

A slight fear had begun to seed in the wary that the Wizards could easily destroy if they so wished.

The Aged Durnah, former Council member and founder, had always promoted trust, and the guiding principal of Hearthfells founding of co-operation, faith and acceptance.

In fact Durnahs son had worked well with the Wizards, becoming one himself, and though not high up, was prominent in dealing with their connection to the Town.

His daughter, still young, and having learnt a small amount of magic was more prominent in helping the running of the town, making sure to continue her grandfather’s legacy of representing the people of Hearthfell. Aspiring to take the mantel of Councillor herself one day, and once more have a member of her family on the council.

But in the end, all it came to was talk, and fear.

Wizards continued to make trips, make copies of books. Even a business had been made out of it, Scribes being sent to copy books they had little understanding of for the library of their clients.

The Wizards even commissioned two new buildings to replace the small homes they had for visitors and students.

Year 34 – 35

With work on the Cathedral continuing, the pillars and floor of the Vault being finished along with the walls, trees were being planted to give the are more nature, and the buildings of the new temple district were being completed, most being timber built, with some stone, and the Druids even creating a small wooded area for themselves with a wooden structure in the Elven design.

One issue was that there was no direct route from Hearthfells center, most having to go around the outer walls to get there; but the solution was simple.

A new North gate was created, and half of the Palisade would be updated to a stone wall, which continued on from the main wall, a thin bridge connecting two towers across the river

The Road was paved and stretched out far before turning towards the Cathedral site.

The new district was now full walled; the southern sections designed to host outside events, and create a peaceful area for worship as well as lead to the two main areas.

People would often gather there to speak to the many figures of faith that would be walking around.

Along the new road people began to make homes, desiring to be closer to their new centers of faith.

At an intersection of paths, where the road north led to the new District, and East to the farmers market, students of the aged bards small school had set up a new area, to work, a round stage with seating for many, and putting on many shows during Market days, or providing music for those heading north. In the evenings they still played in the now few Taverns and Inns that dotted the Town, but this was a new home for them, with more space to entertain more people.

As time moved on like-minded people joined them, the stage soon being replaced with a dedicated theatre, performance artists travelling to make use of their craft on a real stage, and entertaining the more wealthy who would pay for the better seats, and giving more wealth and reputation to it.

Performers choosing to be closer to the theatre moved closer.

Year 36 – 38

The passing of Durnah, one of the seven founders was a sad time for Hearthfell. Though having never taken much stock in his reputation, or his status, he was nevertheless mourned by countless citizens who had grown to admire him.

He had seen hearthfell through much; despite he was always calling it a group effort by the council, it had been his voice that was loudest when it came to the people, and helping them, and many saw that Hearthfell would not be what it is without his guidance.

A pause was placed on the Cathedrals construction as a mausoleum was made in his honour. It was hastily made using much of the finished stonework meant for the Cathedral to save time, but within a month his body was interred inside it; His wife soon joining him from her own grave.

The area was walled off, the clerics designating it as a new cemetery, and the third section of the district.
A final wall would then begin construction by the end of the year.

As a gesture to the memory of her grandfather, the younger Durnah proposed to the Council a renovation of many of the older houses; fixing many, tearing down other and replacing them with better constructed ones, not only fixing up the area but giving it a beatification.

The Cathedral would continue to slowly move ahead, but mostly with the volunteers bolstering the more experienced workforce.

But it wouldn’t be for long as houses rose and fell; improvements made to various locations with the help of the council.

Durnah would not stop there though; she knew he had more to offer the people, to help improve life. But what, she wasn’t sure, and she would work diligently in her own time to come up and plan for what she would propose next to the council.

Year 39 – 40

The Vault was finally completed and the first section of the floor was completed, the pillars continued up a little higher in preparation of higher ceilings.
Scaffolding would be constructed as the first layers of wall rose from the ground, stone by stone; a never ending line of it being brought up and stored as Stone masons cut, and shaped it to its desired configuration.

It was now a part of the daily routine; the new council had kept the town running well, had expanded the hall with a guest house for the dignitaries and were overseeing their project with eagerness.

It would take years to finish, they knew this, but it would also stand far longer than anything else currently in Hearthfell that would be replaced in time.

They seemed sated with that thought.

But that did not mean there weren’t other things to do too, other goals.
The Captain of the guards was asking for more room, for more horses, more supplies.

Hamlets were continuing to pop up along the roads that needed to be patrolled, so new Forts were in the works to be added so they could assist any attacks.

Hearthfell had not suffered a serious attack in almost 20 years, the Orc attacks were not coming as far south as they once had, instead attacking the outer edge of the country’s borders, the guards keeping them back further and further away.

The Wizards were contemplating expansion, and wanted more freedom to trade, as the old deals were no longer satisfactory for their growth.

Some of the wealthier citizens were asking the Council to designate an area that would host a more elegant style, a more organized construction that they could enjoy; essentially a district for the higher in status.

The Dwarves were planning to extend the district and the Quarry, but also believed they were becoming a bigger part of Hearthfell, and wanted more say on the council...

The list seemed endless at times.

But, which one to do?

No one could agree, so none were getting done.
This only served to frustrate those asking for what they wanted, or wanting permission.

The young Durnah had worked her way up to Council secretary, running the hall and keeping everything going.
When something needed getting done, it was she that sent out the written orders; sorted out the Council meetings; talking to the people, setting up appointments, and such.

So in time it was her they went to, not just for being the secretary, but also a Durnah, the granddaughter of the Founder.

She always tried her best, but the council was six people who could not get a majority vote on anything. Even when they agreed, it was often ‘who first?’ that pulled them back in.

The Cathedral was taking up a large amount of the workforce, and production.
The funding was taking the majority of the taxes that were coming in, leaving little to fund other projects. Every time they did another build it took from the Councils Cathedral project.
The Clerics had even lent the Council some of their donation money for the project.

To Durnah, and a few people, the Cathedral had become a vanity project for the Council, proof that their ‘grand gesture’ would outshine the previous council, prove their worthiness to the people that they can give them something better.

Though ten years in, the cathedral walls were barely 5 feet high off the ground, and some days barely a stone was laid as Stone cutters worked on the rock, adding the right curves to a series of blocks before deconstructing and moving to the worksite to be laid; Even the floor still had not been finished.

They wondered if some of the other projects they had discussed would have been finished by now; but they had set their path.

Even though they hadn’t focused on those plans, it wasn’t to say that they hadn’t begun to occur in a natural way, perhaps a revisit to the discussion was warranted.

Though Young Durnah did advise the council not to forget the requests made of them...

What will the council choose?

    1)      Build a new Council Hall/govt building?

    2)      Help grow the entertainment district?

    3)      Listen to Durnah and help with the requests?

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There isn't much to really improve, so next jump is twenty years where world events will cause The Country of Durnah, will face a choice.