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Posted. Just to be clear, the characters are Haligonian, but they are in Sylvania.

Where is everyone?


Haligonia


Haligonian Quarter, New York, Sylvania

Randolph Hearad leaned impatiently against the wheel of his coach-and-four. A slight drizzle, not uncommon along the Eastern Seaboard of Amerocanadia, was falling lightly upon the busy square in which he waited. Despite its lack of weight, the accumulated moisture was beginning to dampen even the inner lining of his hooded overmantle.

He would have waited inside his coach, were in not that his valet and secretary sat ordering important papers within, and had need of the extra seat for the documents. Randolph was not prepared to exercise his de jure authority to recapture the seat, since his qualifications extended to ‘relations’ only. It was his secretary that dealt with the finances, and it was never any good interrupting the man mid-calculation.

Just as he was beginning to contemplate seeking rudimentary shelter beneath the coach itself, the blurred figure of Mr. Thomas, the driver, materialised through the rain amongst the multitude of anonymous Sylvanians in the square. Randolph straightened himself, brushing off some of the excess water that had pooled in the folds of his mantle.

“You took your time.” He said sarcastically. “I hope you found the man, after all this.”

Mr Thomas did not give Randolph the satisfaction of a response to the veiled insult.

“Yes, sir, indeed I did. He lives at the far end of the Haligonian Quarter, that way.” He gestured vaguely in the direction that he’d come.

“Very well, Thomas. It seems my trust in you was not entirely misplaced, after all.” A small upward tug at the corner of his mouth betrayed his inner amusement.

Parting the front of his overmantle, he revealed his ever-accompanying short cane of pine wood. With a flourish usually native only to conjurers and pickpockets, he rapped smartly upon the door of the coach-and-four.

An indignant face popped out, glaring.

“I trust this interruption means that Mr Thomas has found our quarry, Hearad?” said the face. It spoke with a slight French accent, remnant of its Acadian roots.

“Indeed, Peter. Have you managed to deal with those papers yet?” replied Randolph, coolly. He was used to Peter’s brash manner.

“Well, most of them…” the response began, but Randolph was already moving. With the crook of his cane, he pulled the door open further, almost propelling Peter, the secretary, out onto the pavement.

“Jolly good then. Stand aside, there’s a good fellow.”

Peter could only gape as his ‘superior’ stepped up into the coach, brushing the secretary aside.

The company representative deposited himself next to his valet, Harold. The poor gentlemen had only seconds to retrieve the sheaf of papers that had been piled there a moment before.

“Presumably you have memorised the route, Mr Thomas?” Randolph bellowed towards the front of the coach, causing Peter to wince in the seat opposite.

“Yes, sir.” Came the tight response.

As the driver cracked the whip to move the horses, Randolph settled back into his comfortable seat to enjoy the short journey. Rivulets of rain meandered their way lazily down the window pane, and lulled him into the warm embrace of a daydream.
Updated my app slightly, to elaborate on the New English-Haligonian War.

My first post is coming along well :-)

Looking forward to seeing some other peoples' finished apps and first posts.
My app is now in the 'Characters' tab. I advise that people read over it again, as there have been some changes.

I've decided to mostly refer to the country as Haligonia from now on, as Nova Scotia is also the name for a constituent Free City of the Republic, and gets confusing.
I assumed that I should put this here once it was done.

Completed, but perhaps subject to change (in terms of the history section).

@TheSovereignGrave I'll send you a PM - I need to know a bit more about your history before I can discuss the existence of the Haligonian merchant colonies along your coastline. Also, we could discuss the religious infulences of our nations on one another, due to our proximity. You can find some of the details of Oceanism (a denomination of Christianity, based loosely upon the old United Church of Canada) in my 'Culture' section.

@PolishKing Could you update the map please? It's starting to get confusing when people put their claims on the old map. Sorry to be a bother.

@Byrd Man Greetings, fellow maritime power

@RisenDead Wonderful, I am glad you want to trade via Nova Scotia. What commodities would Cubans most favour from up north - timber, coldwater fish, furs? I am sure that Haligonian merchants can find a market for the Cuban goods you mentioned amongst the northern nations.

@Dinh AaronMk Apologies, I have had an exam every day this week. I shall finish it ASAP.
@Dinh AaronMk That shall all be explained in the history section.

I will add Acadians to the demographics though :-)
@ClocktowerEchos Jolly good
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I like it so far, here is the map.


Thanks :-)

Added maps.

@ClocktowerEchos Long time no see. Remember me from Shattered Union?
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