- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Future, Past/Medeival, Realistic role plays not centered around romance.
Two of the birds would arrive at their destination, one with rather ruffled feathers but otherwise alright. They landed tiredly in their roost, patiently standing as the boy on guard there gently removed the leather bands from their legs. The message would be passed from hand to hand, from the falcons boy, to guard, to maid, to secretary, and finally to the mistress herself. Belphebe would examine the note for a long, long time. So Tattersal believed that he could exist by himself, tucked away from the world in this safe little cocoon of a jungle. A jungle that had been on the brink of killing its inhabitants since its formation. But no matter, he wished them gone then so be it. This nation was no longer suitable to hold all merchants that had congregated here, the move might be coming a little bit ahead schedule but that did not mean that it wouldn't be impossible.
"Send a note to Shekar and then to the rest of the merchants; it's time to move house." She said folding the note in her hands and directing her gaze to Ferret face who was standing in the at attention by the door. All it took was a nod and the wheels began to click and shift. Shekar would be the first alerted, followed by the bigger merchant houses, the news trickling down until all of Hosia was alive and swarming. What was left of Tattersal's navy looked on helplessly as wave upon wave of people and supplies overran the docks and spilled onto the boats. Warehouses that had long been locked threw open their doors and were soon nothing but hallow rafters. The great floating city tore itself from its swampy bed, shepherded by the cloud scrapping vessels of the merchants, smaller square sailed vessels tending the flock like attentive dogs.
The barricade was overrun like levy banks during a flood, even a boat or two from the navy disappeared into the swarm by the time the exodus had shrunk down to trickle. But for the two days that the deep bodied carrier ships of the merchants passed unendingly from the docks to the newly built land that only a selected few had seen, many doubted that the docks would ever be clear again. At times it was so congested that masses of smaller boats and houses would be lashed together with ropes and dragged behind some of the more mobile boats. And like that Hosia saw itself being pulled apart. What could float was dragged away, what wasn't nailed down was ferreted away into one of the many holds that left port with each passing minute.
Not all left, there were those who still felt some loyalty to their home, to Viridos. Those who refused to leave watched as in two short days the city turned hallow and barren. Very little would be left. Belphebe herself would be one of the last to leave. She told herself it was supervise, to make sure that not a single warehouse was left locked, to make sure that a few more coins passed to the right hands, and to be the sweet and supportive voice that would persuade many to leave their once homes. And yet-she herself had lived nowhere else, to leave would mean abandoning the city that she helped groom for so many years, the city that had shaped her and in turn had been shaped by her. Perhaps the was that twinge of nostalgia knowing that Hosia would not last long with Tattersal's return. He wished to rid himself of a plagued and so he would cull the city like diseased cattle. But then she would remember with a thrill that the combined merchants had birthed a new nation, one she had written their declaration for. It would be the beacon of the sea, nothing would pass under its gaze it would be, simply, Prosperous.
"Madam, we should depart shortly." The guard bowed curtly.
"So soon." Belphebe said her aux alighting to her shoulder in preparation. She caught herself gazing out of the window of her office, the room completely bare save for an old chair leaning against a far wall.
"I am afraid so my lady, Tattersal has been spotted only an hours ride from here." Was that trepidation that she heard in the guards voice?
"Very well, tell the Captain we sail immediately for Prosperous."
"Send a note to Shekar and then to the rest of the merchants; it's time to move house." She said folding the note in her hands and directing her gaze to Ferret face who was standing in the at attention by the door. All it took was a nod and the wheels began to click and shift. Shekar would be the first alerted, followed by the bigger merchant houses, the news trickling down until all of Hosia was alive and swarming. What was left of Tattersal's navy looked on helplessly as wave upon wave of people and supplies overran the docks and spilled onto the boats. Warehouses that had long been locked threw open their doors and were soon nothing but hallow rafters. The great floating city tore itself from its swampy bed, shepherded by the cloud scrapping vessels of the merchants, smaller square sailed vessels tending the flock like attentive dogs.
The barricade was overrun like levy banks during a flood, even a boat or two from the navy disappeared into the swarm by the time the exodus had shrunk down to trickle. But for the two days that the deep bodied carrier ships of the merchants passed unendingly from the docks to the newly built land that only a selected few had seen, many doubted that the docks would ever be clear again. At times it was so congested that masses of smaller boats and houses would be lashed together with ropes and dragged behind some of the more mobile boats. And like that Hosia saw itself being pulled apart. What could float was dragged away, what wasn't nailed down was ferreted away into one of the many holds that left port with each passing minute.
Not all left, there were those who still felt some loyalty to their home, to Viridos. Those who refused to leave watched as in two short days the city turned hallow and barren. Very little would be left. Belphebe herself would be one of the last to leave. She told herself it was supervise, to make sure that not a single warehouse was left locked, to make sure that a few more coins passed to the right hands, and to be the sweet and supportive voice that would persuade many to leave their once homes. And yet-she herself had lived nowhere else, to leave would mean abandoning the city that she helped groom for so many years, the city that had shaped her and in turn had been shaped by her. Perhaps the was that twinge of nostalgia knowing that Hosia would not last long with Tattersal's return. He wished to rid himself of a plagued and so he would cull the city like diseased cattle. But then she would remember with a thrill that the combined merchants had birthed a new nation, one she had written their declaration for. It would be the beacon of the sea, nothing would pass under its gaze it would be, simply, Prosperous.
"Madam, we should depart shortly." The guard bowed curtly.
"So soon." Belphebe said her aux alighting to her shoulder in preparation. She caught herself gazing out of the window of her office, the room completely bare save for an old chair leaning against a far wall.
"I am afraid so my lady, Tattersal has been spotted only an hours ride from here." Was that trepidation that she heard in the guards voice?
"Very well, tell the Captain we sail immediately for Prosperous."