Post by cerdigon on Jul 16, 2017 16:33:23 GMT
Qui Lan Province
The race to the West had sent every scoundrel, cartographer, trader, and mercenary towards the continent. Lukas Cardovo, a merchant from the Navaran port of Leoten, was proud to admit that he was one of them. His primary backer, the Middle Sea Trading Company, was only too eager to expand its commercial links and by extension, the Empire's. It appeared that the West was its only melting pot of political rivalries, religious extremism, and varying races. With the Dyodorists actively promoting the extermination or enslavement of the so called ' Devil Races', Cardovo had been advised to seek friendlier shores to anchor and trade as he happened to call himself a proud Sylph.
It was here in Qui Lan that he hoped to find that port. The Sea Sprite, a small sloop, cut through the water towards the port city looming in the distance. Cardovo had been keen to make sure that the gunports where the sloop's small armament of cannon were hidden. He didn't want the Mogui to see his arrival as a threat. The colors of the Sefti - Esharan Empire were run up, a blue banner with its distinct double headed eagle. It was only a matter of time until the harbormaster would appear to guide them to a berth. In Cardovo's experience, it was wise to have his coin purse ready to smooth along these transactions.
Now he would wait.
The race to the West had sent every scoundrel, cartographer, trader, and mercenary towards the continent. Lukas Cardovo, a merchant from the Navaran port of Leoten, was proud to admit that he was one of them. His primary backer, the Middle Sea Trading Company, was only too eager to expand its commercial links and by extension, the Empire's. It appeared that the West was its only melting pot of political rivalries, religious extremism, and varying races. With the Dyodorists actively promoting the extermination or enslavement of the so called ' Devil Races', Cardovo had been advised to seek friendlier shores to anchor and trade as he happened to call himself a proud Sylph.
It was here in Qui Lan that he hoped to find that port. The Sea Sprite, a small sloop, cut through the water towards the port city looming in the distance. Cardovo had been keen to make sure that the gunports where the sloop's small armament of cannon were hidden. He didn't want the Mogui to see his arrival as a threat. The colors of the Sefti - Esharan Empire were run up, a blue banner with its distinct double headed eagle. It was only a matter of time until the harbormaster would appear to guide them to a berth. In Cardovo's experience, it was wise to have his coin purse ready to smooth along these transactions.
Now he would wait.
