With a brief sigh Mason took to Cove's Landing. The nights moon was like a large silver coin hanging in the lonely sky. Beams of moonlight, as bright as diamond-flame, turned the sea a-glow like melted platinum. It was as if he was watching a scene from an old story stepping off the page. Though his mind crashed like waves during a horrid storm, the night had been full of disappointment.
Things did not go as intended, Mason was not aware some of the Governors would dispute against making one of Britannia’s towns more desirable and advantageous, perhaps they were afraid priorities would surpass their own cities and like Cove, they too would be forced to work with what they had.
Any great City had to have been a town at some point, the first cities were those where people no longer just farmed but were engaged in other occupations and trade. As towns expanded, this led to the formation of Britannia’s great cities. Mason could not help but feel as if Britannia no longer had room for expansion or growth. Had he failed to properly give the township of Cove a voice that could be heard?
John had argued a valid point in regards to adding a Moongate within Cove's walls. Mason took this in to great consideration and would request to the King that these plans be put on hold, at least until the orcish threat had been subdued and the town of Cove more adequately protected. Cove has and would always be the wall that separated the Orc from man and elf, never the gate that let them in
Mason simply spoke out loud, "it appears the center of all power mainly rests in the cities and not in the outlying towns."
Mason sat contemplating, perhaps there was not enough trust between the existing Governors and him. He would meet with each individually and better define his intent. It is better to try than to give up, a promise was made.
Mason Caine,
Mayor of Cove
Things did not go as intended, Mason was not aware some of the Governors would dispute against making one of Britannia’s towns more desirable and advantageous, perhaps they were afraid priorities would surpass their own cities and like Cove, they too would be forced to work with what they had.
Any great City had to have been a town at some point, the first cities were those where people no longer just farmed but were engaged in other occupations and trade. As towns expanded, this led to the formation of Britannia’s great cities. Mason could not help but feel as if Britannia no longer had room for expansion or growth. Had he failed to properly give the township of Cove a voice that could be heard?
John had argued a valid point in regards to adding a Moongate within Cove's walls. Mason took this in to great consideration and would request to the King that these plans be put on hold, at least until the orcish threat had been subdued and the town of Cove more adequately protected. Cove has and would always be the wall that separated the Orc from man and elf, never the gate that let them in
Mason simply spoke out loud, "it appears the center of all power mainly rests in the cities and not in the outlying towns."
Mason sat contemplating, perhaps there was not enough trust between the existing Governors and him. He would meet with each individually and better define his intent. It is better to try than to give up, a promise was made.
Mason Caine,
Mayor of Cove