For the first time, the influence of Antonius is extended to the Adriatic.
A charming place, a stretch of the mighty Mediterranean Sea into the North, home to many of the richest and most powerful maritime city states in Europa, calm and soothing as usual accompanied by the infinite waves of tides and the irritating sound of the sea gulls, at least much better than her nasty English Atlantic counterparts. Perhaps only God knows what the hell is going on deep beneath the Atlantic to make him so damn angry every single day bringing a never ending tidal wave and rainy weather to England for the entire year.