i suppose i’ll kick off the new cycle… i hope you enjoy the beginning of Isana’s travels… 
The fringe territory. Isana's heart felt as though it would burst from her chest as she took in the vast openness before her. After months of labored travel, she and her haggard group of explorers had finally arrived at their destination.
"Isana? Oh, pardon me. Headman Isana? May we rest a bit, or do you intend to press on through the dead of night?"
Sighing inwardly, Isana slowly turned her gaze from the outstretched fields and let her piercing gray eyes settle on Cyrus. He was the youngest member of her expedition, seemingly with the most energy. Yet Cyrus was also the most vocal about his weariness. When he met Isana's eyes, Cyrus involuntarily took several steps back.
"You were saying, Cyrus? Something about rest, was it?"
Cyrus scanned the faces of his fellow travelers, looking for signs of consent. After several moments of pained silence, he cleared his throat, and weakly nodded for Isana to proceed.
She knew she pressed the team relentlessly, and had more of an edge than might be necessary. But they were so close now. Isana would prove to her father that she too could lead. She too could turn harsh terrain into a thriving settlement. Isana would show her father that this land would be more valuable as a working colony, instead of a simple outpost. After all, there were plentiful resources to be salvaged here.
There had to be. Again, she sighed.
"We make camp here for the night. At first light, we'll head over that embankment to the south, and make way for the water Aleric found during his scouting efforts."
"Aleric?"
A terribly large man, with shoulders nearly as broad as he was tall, emerged from the group.
"M'am?"
"You're confident the water was pure? And it was fed from an underground reservoir?"
"Yes m'am."
Excitement mingled with a subtle sensation of fear and anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Isana surveyed the group, and lifted her chin ever so slightly.
"Very well. Tomorrow we begin anew. Tomorrow, we set forth to forge our own destinies, and make this land our home! Let's get some rest people. This journey has only just begun."
Isana beamed with pride at the ensuing merriment. In the growing darkness, the members went about their duties, setting up camp, and preparing for the impending cold. The work proceeded almost robotically as it had so many nights before. Until the first tremor hit.
Abruptly, the conversations came to a halt. Seconds later, another tremor. It rippled through the grounds surrounding the campsite. Isana gently clasped her hand upon the sword at her hip.
"Cyrus?"
"Yes m'am?"
"You have first watch."