"There is no country for old men" mused the galley captain as he watched the seagulls circling overhead as they left Althavn. He was upon a mission of the utmost delicacy - to reestablish trading links with that most ancient of empires.In the cabin below von Bergman shuffled his papers and reflected upon the Treaty to be proposed to God's holy sages upon arrival.
The watchman strained his eyes westwards -it would be a long journey , one never before undertaken by a Galley such as this. With a sigh he trusted himself,his mission and his soul to the one who burned with Holy fire..............................
(to be continued)
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I think that I like the idea of some 'character journals' operating in and around the conflicts of our imaginary nation-states.
The interweaving stories cannot but make our overall milieu richer in texture.
The one thing to be careful of, however, is to only act with your people and to leave the actions of other nations to their controllers to write about.
I will be interested to see what happens when/if the Tradgardland galley reaches Reconstituted Byzantium.
-- Jeff of Saxe-Bearstein
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