They came timely for dinner, marched into my laboratory and showed me a piece of parchement, depicting my research as cruel, unholy blasphemy.
I was about to be burned at the stake, had I not thrown a vial of acid at the inquistor. I ran for my life and only my two most loyal disciples and closest servants followed me. I prayed that everyone else would be left unharmed.
How could they declare my research as blasphemy? I only wanted to help feed my people, to improve their lives...
I let my eyes wander and only dark forest, steep mountains and a calm river lays before me. I feel the spirit of my ancestor whispering to me: "As long as you breathe, you can start anew. Now go and form this wilderness into a land of prosperity!"
Your faction will be a New Mousekin Refugees.
Start with 1 person.
Your people will be between 20 and 30 years old.
The stat "research speed factor" will be universally multiplied by 125%.
Start with:
-Mousekin peasant x1
-Mousekin Guardener x1
-Mixed lumber x200
-Iron ingot x100
-Mousekin poultice x10
-Mousekin trail mix x60
