Dyelli Beybi
06-05-2007, 14:43
Dyelli Beybi was a large country near the equator, mostly desert, with a thin, fertile river valley snaking it's way through the sand. As the river neared the sea it split into an expansive river delta, a netowrk of small islands in a huge swamp. That was where Cyro was, the Capital city. Originally it had been built on the swamp as it offered protection from marauding desert raiders, Although later it's proximity to the Sea and the fact that it was on the river that flowed into the heart of Klatch, meant that it had later become a thriving trading city, although always somewhat plagued by mosquitos from dusk till dawn.
It was a hot day, over 40 degrees celcius and close to 100% humitidy. A trio of zepellins cruised lazilly in the perfectly still air. People were calling it the Air-Navy, and a close look at one of the diringibles would reveal CIWS, cannos and cruise missiles as well as all manner of electronic gagetry. Most of the population thought someone in the military had been smoking something...
On the ground flags on their poles hung limp in the still air. The locals tried to avoid going out too much, clinging to the shade and air conditioned offices. A large gothic style cathedral's bells tolled to announce midday, and the city waited.
The Tzarina/Prime Minister thumbed idly through a manilla folder talking about repairs to water pipes. The country loved her, the world not always; young upstart, feudal populist despot or enlightened idealist? They were all valid descriptions in their own way. What could not be argued with was that she had created the first stable Government in years, one which was acting closely with the new overall regime in Klatch. Which of course made people immediately assume that the Federation and the old Southern State were brewing something... and if recent events were anything to go by, it would be something to do with Ilek-Vaad.
It was a hot day, over 40 degrees celcius and close to 100% humitidy. A trio of zepellins cruised lazilly in the perfectly still air. People were calling it the Air-Navy, and a close look at one of the diringibles would reveal CIWS, cannos and cruise missiles as well as all manner of electronic gagetry. Most of the population thought someone in the military had been smoking something...
On the ground flags on their poles hung limp in the still air. The locals tried to avoid going out too much, clinging to the shade and air conditioned offices. A large gothic style cathedral's bells tolled to announce midday, and the city waited.
The Tzarina/Prime Minister thumbed idly through a manilla folder talking about repairs to water pipes. The country loved her, the world not always; young upstart, feudal populist despot or enlightened idealist? They were all valid descriptions in their own way. What could not be argued with was that she had created the first stable Government in years, one which was acting closely with the new overall regime in Klatch. Which of course made people immediately assume that the Federation and the old Southern State were brewing something... and if recent events were anything to go by, it would be something to do with Ilek-Vaad.