Trinsic's governor stared at the scroll on her desk in dismay. It should have been sent months ago, but her predecessor had been... a little ... just a little... lax. For some reason, moongates to Britain refused to open. But then, the scroll warned of this. Calling for her swiftest messenger, she sent the scroll on its way, knowing deep in her heart that it was already too late. "Well", she remarked to nobody in particular, "when the land needs a new capital city, I suppose I do have one ready and waiting. If only someone would clean up that […]