Madina (Realm)
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| There where the sun guides 'ya,
Awaits the land of the lights in the sea. | |
The Lands of Madina
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The Isle
Aye Sailors! 'n Welcome at thie Isle of Madina! Make your self comfortable in our small prosperous city. We sell tons of goods 'n of course, good 'ol fishy at the markets near the docks. If you fancy getting awfully drunk than follow me into the Taverns, you might like our 'special' rum. Aye! It's one of the finest in town! Ow! 'n don't mind the men at the docks, there just playing 'ya, but be careful with the bearded one.. When ever your in trouble, show some teeth 'n ya'll be ll'right.
The Republic
Republic? Ahh Yes, the Republic... I'll Tell ya about our Republic! If ya have something to say, ya Scream!
- The narrator starts laughing, gauging and spewing for almost half a minute long and after a while he comes back to his senses.*
Don't mind me that's the rum I told ya about just a few minutes ago. Now, what was talking about? Aw yes, Politics! to Introduce you to the Medinian politics I'll have to tell ya a little story...
History
Once upon a time, There was a crew of a few dozen men 'n his merchant captain. They where on a simple mission, sell the regular goods, fancy some rum (hehe), 'n move on. Nothin worth of a good 'ol story you'd think do ya?! But it hasn't even started yet! The Captain was a greedy man, very bad, very greedy keeping all of the money 'n most of the rum for him self. Yes, we kneuw, it's terrible...
So on a day, his men had enough of it, let by a brave lad called Abbot, his men quickly took hold of the ship 'n threw the damn captain back in his hut. 'N so the Rum 'n the gold was equally divided 'n all voices where equally respected. The celebrations kept on threw out the nights, 'n as soon as every men fell on his 'ol drunken bums, thay ship sailed onwards 'n when the men woke up with heads like stone they had the scare of there life. A storm was thundering into there direction 'n there was nothing they could do but pull down the sails 'n steer upon the waves, hoping for the best. Hours 'n Hours past 'n many men fell, but brave old Abbot kept on pushing the ruder 'n supporting his mates. When the sail poles broke, many gave up there fights 'n took there last gulps of rum. The storm kept on for days, many men fell, though many also survived 'n when Abbot 'n his men checked the captain's hut, there wasn't much left of the captain nor his hut, all there was left was a broken compass constantly pointing to the west. 'n so the crew and there Braque sailed onwards, 'n for weeks they drifted along the stream. Strangely enough, the water which surrounded them was filled with fishes, 'n never they where left without food. After a long 'n exhausting expedition with any sign of hope, they where surprised by the presence of Sea gulls! Aye! the blessed creatures of the shores Welcomed them showing up from the west 'n so turned there rudder and hoped for the best. Just before sunset, the men rejoiced at the sight of a beautiful, tropical shore. They where blessed indeed, blessed with a wonderful land free of friends or foes, all for them selves to rule. Of-course, the brave Abbot was chosen to lead them upon these shores towards a new destination, the establishment of a Commonwealth!
Culture
If that wasn't a good story for ya I don't kneuw anymore! I was one of the crew members, yes, 'n I survived the whole thing! It's still a beautiful story which still reflects our Culture 'n folklore.
- The narrator stops for a moment and you look around watching the drunken sailors fall from there feet right into the muddy waters just a few feet from where your standing while loudly and filthily laughing at each other.
You turn back to the narrator and you ask him what he understands under 'culture'* Ha! Culture, as you can see where not as 'civilized' or 'noble' as where you come from. We are proud bastards without any claim of noble blood and we love to drink like wildmen. We are kneuwn for our extraordinary wit's 'n charm 'n feeling for trade, we sure know how to do business! We have just recently seeded the lands north of us in order to brew our own drinks, we have learned the art of brewing from a few strangers that recently appeared on our shores.
- Suddenly a small man with funny walk, a big hat and a bird on his shoulder comes busting out of a building nearby laughing, the narrator looks into his direction and continues*
Aye! there he is, Abbot the Acelet, our Captain! "aye Ya 'ol rats! follow me into the tavern! it's Joker time!"
- Allot of noise could be heard all around them, a few men came from several ships while others seemed to be bathing in the sea water next to them, the whole bunch moved into the Captains direction and followed him into the tavern*
Ahhh, Joker! I almost forgot! Joker is a simple card game in which you place bet on every round you play. It's nearly impossible to get the good card combination so you must lie your way threw the game, but be careful! At the end of the game the two last players must show there cards, unless everyone passes the last round ofcourse. I would take you with us but unfortunately this game is not suitable for boys like you, this is a game of real men! *The narrator laughs and coughs his way to the Tavern leaving you alone to observe the deserted dockside...*
