“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley
Welcome to WCoF! The Tl;dr goes like this: The year is 1770, and an ice age has descended over a confused and devastated world. Glaciation begins as ice forms in the northern climbs and large swaths of previously arable land becomes permafrost. Europeans, hardest hit, flee their ancestral continent for their colonies abroad, and the proud monarchies set up new capitols in the Americas.
This will be a character RP, but one where I allow everyone three perspective characters. By this I mean you can chose three characters who you completely control, and you will have a sort of natural mandate over the people who surround them, but your real control will be based around those three. This is to say that you can't start following the background characters even if they are important to your main character, and if you are a servant in a King's court you won't have control over the politics of the monarchy.
I will allow people to RP historical or politically important figures if you wish, but I want evidence that you know what you are doing before you join as such a character. I don't want an angsty sighing George Washington, nor do I want a Thomas Jefferson who spouts modern Ron Paul politics, or a Frederick the Great with no personality who just goes from meeting to meeting telling people he is the King of Prussia.
You will absolutely be able to make up your own characters, and I will hold original characters to less scrutiny.
I'm also limiting us to the Americas. This is to try and avoid entropy. We might expand it later.
And finally, remember that though there is an ice age in play, this isn't Game of Thrones. There are still seasons, people still farm, it's just moved further south and the produce is leaner.
(it's a shit map. if anyone wants to make a better one that'd be super keen.)
So the important historical details are going to be this:
After the end of the Seven Years War, relative peace came to the European world. A mild summer led to a calm harvest, and routine seemed to return as people in the northern climbs prepared for winter. And the winter came, and it kept coming, until the freeze was too much to bare and firewood became worth its weight in gold. The northern seas went to ice, and frightened civilization wished for spring. It came, late. Mountains that usually lost their snowy caps kept them the entire year. Summer freezes wreaked havoc with agriculture. And when winter came again, it came hard again.
Immigration came next. They fled from Scotland and Scandinavia, unable to force food from the soil. Nation-states collapsed. The Russians moved south and pressed into the Muslim lands. It was the third winter when it became clear life in Britain was no longer sustainable, and the British crown fled to Charles Town, South Carolina.
By 1770, most of the great empires of the northern hemisphere have moved south, or into their colonies. People still live in continental Europe, but the old capitals have been turned into ruins where a few hearty men scrape out a living in the pale summers. Only the Mediterranean countries of Europe still host significant populations, though even they dwindle as nervous populations and courts find new homes.