I hope my colonial fleet is realistic enough. If negotiations go my way, the Lydiahn fleet will be following the same path as the Lance ships.
For everyone else seeking trade relations with Lydiah, I will respond as soon as I get a reply from duck about the plan I have in mind.
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Kythian, Duchy of Lydiah
Duke Elvahn surveyed the mighty port of Kythian from his balcony, absorbing its greatness and wealth. One of the finest dockyards in the known world, there were few other nations that could compare with Lydiah's naval power. Readjusting his grip on his trident, his primary weapon and symbol of the Duchy, he prepared to relax for a few minutes before the bustle of state affairs overtook him again.
"Your Grace," squeaked a small, nervous voice. Elvahn's servants were well aware of his dislike of being interrupted or bothered while resting.
"What is it, Geoffrey." sighed the Duke wearily. "This had better be important."
"Your Grace, the ambassador from the Lance Empire has sent me with a message from Emperor Gabriel. He seeks to negotiate further trade agreements with Lydiah."
Elvahn stopped and pondered this for a moment. Turning his head towards the Thane of Kythian, his chief advisor and High Admiral of the Lydiahn fleet, he spoke thus: "The Emperor has an interest in the New World, is that not so?"
"It is, your Grace." replied the Thane.
"Hmm... perhaps... perhaps we could use this to our advantage. The other nations will have set out to colonise the new land, that is almost certain. It is unlikely that Lydiah could establish a foothold alone... this negotiation does not necessarily have to be purely trade orientated, does it?"
"I think I begin to understand, your Grace." said the Thane, a slow smile breaking on his face.
"Very well," announced the Duke, turning once more to the messenger. "Bid the ambassador come hither to the palace, and we will discuss matters at once. And you," he said, swivelling his gaze to the Thane. "Ready the fleets. I want at least four frigates, five barques, and some passenger ships. There is little doubt that the Emperor will refuse our help - his navy is weak, our ships could be a vital help to him."
Elvahn smiled as he watched the men scuttle away to do his bidding. Though they would likely never conquer the New World, its opportunities could definitely be exploited.
(The negotiations will be done through PMs)
Duke Elvahn surveyed the mighty port of Kythian from his balcony, absorbing its greatness and wealth. One of the finest dockyards in the known world, there were few other nations that could compare with Lydiah's naval power. Readjusting his grip on his trident, his primary weapon and symbol of the Duchy, he prepared to relax for a few minutes before the bustle of state affairs overtook him again.
"Your Grace," squeaked a small, nervous voice. Elvahn's servants were well aware of his dislike of being interrupted or bothered while resting.
"What is it, Geoffrey." sighed the Duke wearily. "This had better be important."
"Your Grace, the ambassador from the Lance Empire has sent me with a message from Emperor Gabriel. He seeks to negotiate further trade agreements with Lydiah."
Elvahn stopped and pondered this for a moment. Turning his head towards the Thane of Kythian, his chief advisor and High Admiral of the Lydiahn fleet, he spoke thus: "The Emperor has an interest in the New World, is that not so?"
"It is, your Grace." replied the Thane.
"Hmm... perhaps... perhaps we could use this to our advantage. The other nations will have set out to colonise the new land, that is almost certain. It is unlikely that Lydiah could establish a foothold alone... this negotiation does not necessarily have to be purely trade orientated, does it?"
"I think I begin to understand, your Grace." said the Thane, a slow smile breaking on his face.
"Very well," announced the Duke, turning once more to the messenger. "Bid the ambassador come hither to the palace, and we will discuss matters at once. And you," he said, swivelling his gaze to the Thane. "Ready the fleets. I want at least four frigates, five barques, and some passenger ships. There is little doubt that the Emperor will refuse our help - his navy is weak, our ships could be a vital help to him."
Elvahn smiled as he watched the men scuttle away to do his bidding. Though they would likely never conquer the New World, its opportunities could definitely be exploited.
(The negotiations will be done through PMs)
duck55223 said
No, because I got help from the really good ships of Keyguy and Numburg, I dont need to use my own ships.Start a PM but keep between me and you only. Once we have worked everything out I will post it as one big thing in the IC.
Okay, I'l do it tomorrow GMT.
duck55223, should we start a PM thread between me, you and gowia (so he can see what we're doing) for trade negotiations etc.? Call it an embassy or something?
Yay, I was the first to post!
GDP is Gross Domestic Products right? I'm assuming it regenerates over time if you buy something.
GDP is Gross Domestic Products right? I'm assuming it regenerates over time if you buy something.
Kythian, Duchy of Lydiah
Duke Elvahn sighed as he sifted through yet another sheaf of paperwork. Never before had the Duchy of Lydiah experienced such a period of growth and development - new technologies, particularly in shipping, were being discovered all the time. Tariffs, embargo threats, alliance offers, and trade agreements constantly flooded into the nation, and then inevitably into the Duke's hands. Even his vast army of advisors and secretaries couldn't stem the flow by much.
Casting the pile aside, he rose from his desk and stumbled towards the wall. He had been sitting in the same position for several hours, and his legs were well aware of it. Stretching out a hand to steady himself, his gaze fell upon a large-size map of Edoniras. Lydiah lay to the west, a thin golden-yellow band stretched along the coastline. Further inland was a vast uninhabited plain, and to the north, the mighty Lance Empire.
Greatest of all the risks to Lydiah's independence, the Empire was also one of the trading hub's largest markets - the nation was so large and varied that there was a market for the vast majority of Lydiah's goods. The Duchy had always been wary of their more powerful northern neighbour, but neither had they wasted the opportunity to sell products obtained from the southerly regions of the continent, nations like Numberg and Azor, to the subjects of the Lance emperor.
Suddenly, the large double doors flew open, jerking the Duke from his contemplation. He drew himself quickly upright, ready to defend himself. His two guards, clad in armour and blue cloaks, rushed into the room from outside and levelled their spears at the intruder.
"What is the meaning of this?" demanded Elvahn.
"My lord," answered the man, "I am from the Ministry of Cartography. We have recently made a breakthrough, and I rushed here at once to share with your Grace the good news. Pray, take a look at this." The man produced a large sheet of rolled up parchment from somewhere, rapidly winding the paper into a wide, flat page. He turned it round and showed it to the Duke.
Now that he took the time to look at the 'stranger', he did begin to recognise him. But the thought was flushed instantly from his mind as his eyes fell upon the map stretched out before him.
"What... what is this?" he gasped.
"A new world, your Grace. A chance for all to find wealth and riches. This land is open to us for the taking."
"But the other nations - do they know of this too?"
"Regrettably so, your Grace. You must act quickly to claim what is rightfully yours. But I am not a Thane, nor an advisor. Your plans are not for me to make." And depositing the map into the dazed monarch's arms, he abruptly bowed, turned, and strode out through the door.
Duke Elvahn sighed as he sifted through yet another sheaf of paperwork. Never before had the Duchy of Lydiah experienced such a period of growth and development - new technologies, particularly in shipping, were being discovered all the time. Tariffs, embargo threats, alliance offers, and trade agreements constantly flooded into the nation, and then inevitably into the Duke's hands. Even his vast army of advisors and secretaries couldn't stem the flow by much.
Casting the pile aside, he rose from his desk and stumbled towards the wall. He had been sitting in the same position for several hours, and his legs were well aware of it. Stretching out a hand to steady himself, his gaze fell upon a large-size map of Edoniras. Lydiah lay to the west, a thin golden-yellow band stretched along the coastline. Further inland was a vast uninhabited plain, and to the north, the mighty Lance Empire.
Greatest of all the risks to Lydiah's independence, the Empire was also one of the trading hub's largest markets - the nation was so large and varied that there was a market for the vast majority of Lydiah's goods. The Duchy had always been wary of their more powerful northern neighbour, but neither had they wasted the opportunity to sell products obtained from the southerly regions of the continent, nations like Numberg and Azor, to the subjects of the Lance emperor.
Suddenly, the large double doors flew open, jerking the Duke from his contemplation. He drew himself quickly upright, ready to defend himself. His two guards, clad in armour and blue cloaks, rushed into the room from outside and levelled their spears at the intruder.
"What is the meaning of this?" demanded Elvahn.
"My lord," answered the man, "I am from the Ministry of Cartography. We have recently made a breakthrough, and I rushed here at once to share with your Grace the good news. Pray, take a look at this." The man produced a large sheet of rolled up parchment from somewhere, rapidly winding the paper into a wide, flat page. He turned it round and showed it to the Duke.
Now that he took the time to look at the 'stranger', he did begin to recognise him. But the thought was flushed instantly from his mind as his eyes fell upon the map stretched out before him.
"What... what is this?" he gasped.
"A new world, your Grace. A chance for all to find wealth and riches. This land is open to us for the taking."
"But the other nations - do they know of this too?"
"Regrettably so, your Grace. You must act quickly to claim what is rightfully yours. But I am not a Thane, nor an advisor. Your plans are not for me to make." And depositing the map into the dazed monarch's arms, he abruptly bowed, turned, and strode out through the door.
Yay :D
No, I'm here :D
So the Vanjanan Empire had Lydiahn influence? I must go and look at your NS to see if I missed something while reading it...
Is there a place that the fully updated map is posted?
So the Vanjanan Empire had Lydiahn influence? I must go and look at your NS to see if I missed something while reading it...
Is there a place that the fully updated map is posted?
Jolly good show :D
Dibs 'God Save our Gracious Duke' as the Lydiahn national anthem :D
Dibs 'God Save our Gracious Duke' as the Lydiahn national anthem :D
There seems to be enough people anyway. I'm really looking forward to this.
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