Yoboland
21-11-2005, 20:04
Wao-Tsung stroked his long white beard. He gazed through the huge glass windows that back his office and reveal the great spectacle of the Algar Mountains in the center of Yoboland. He spun his black leather chair around as one of his advisors entered the room in a smart, olive green suit.
"Most high-chancellor. I have the High Council of Yob to speak with you."
"Bring them in"
As the advisor pushed back the large, dark wooden doors a parade of old men in similar robes all dragging lightly across the floor, yet every one was a different colour. each colour represented a different Parish of Yoboland.
All the Men sat cross legged on the floor and wao-Tsung left his desk to join them.
"My honourable friends. What proposal do you bring to me?"
"We suggest that Yoboland re-opens contact with the outside world. We should create embasies and have trade with other countries to increase the Holy land of Yob's greate prosperity."
"This is quite a large step very quickly. Do you all agree on this course of action?"
A mumbled, positive response came from the other robed men.
"Then it shall be! send forth a telegram opening talks with other nations!"
The other men stood, and left the office and Wao-Tsung returned to his contemplation gazing into the mountains.
"Most high-chancellor. I have the High Council of Yob to speak with you."
"Bring them in"
As the advisor pushed back the large, dark wooden doors a parade of old men in similar robes all dragging lightly across the floor, yet every one was a different colour. each colour represented a different Parish of Yoboland.
All the Men sat cross legged on the floor and wao-Tsung left his desk to join them.
"My honourable friends. What proposal do you bring to me?"
"We suggest that Yoboland re-opens contact with the outside world. We should create embasies and have trade with other countries to increase the Holy land of Yob's greate prosperity."
"This is quite a large step very quickly. Do you all agree on this course of action?"
A mumbled, positive response came from the other robed men.
"Then it shall be! send forth a telegram opening talks with other nations!"
The other men stood, and left the office and Wao-Tsung returned to his contemplation gazing into the mountains.