Kirav
07-08-2008, 23:37
Saar-Austroafrica, Austroafrica, Kiravian Empire
The sun shone. Of course, the sun almost always shone over Kâpa-Africa, better known as the Cape of Good Hope.
Upon the cape sat the city of Saar-Austroafrica, the capital of a grand Kiravian realm spanning the southern region of Africa. Austroafrica had changed greatly since the great Scramble for Africa. The most noticeable change was in the people of the colony. Long ago there had been four million Kiravians living as a small but powerful minority in a distant land. Now, eighteen million Kiravians inhabited the Cape, the veldt, and the fertile Rhodesian plains. And no longer was it a distant land, a minor stain of Imperial Green on the Kiravian maps of the world. No, as dreamt by its Governor, Ian D. Tealford, Austro-Africa had become a fully-fledged country.
Industries thrived in the heavily colonised temperate coastal regions. Fueled by hydropower and fed a steady diet of copper, iron, gold, diamonds, and other minerals from the hinterland, the factories of the coast were making the phrase Made in Austro-Africa more common in Kiravian warehouses. Vast plantations in the interior had made Austro-Africa a major food exporter within the Empire as well.
But today, something was to be remembered from the Scramble: The Uir.
A noble culture, they were. Even some noted Kirosupremacist intellectuals in the Empire's universities thought them to be more or less on par with their own civilisation. Which, amongst Kiravians, was the best any foriegn nation was going to get.
During the great colonial storm that swept the continent, the Uir had established a protectorate to the North: Uir Os Afrik. At that time, Uiri and the Kiravian Empire had been looking over the fences, if you will, at each other. Both had colonies in Antarctica, and in other theatres. There were growing feelings that the Empire might move against Uiri in one way or another. As such, a diplomatic meeting was called for in Dar es Salaam, the capital of Uir Os Afrik. A Candavan, James Kintyre, met with the Protector and High King of the territory. Fears were evapourated, and a new friendship began.
The two nations began acting as allies. The Nod Parliamenrtari Republic joined the Kiravian Commonwealth. The two fought to gain land and rescources together on the Arabian Peninsula.
Now, how good is a friendship when neither participant is overly knowledgeable about the other? Exactly. For this purpose, two visits had been scheduled, one of Kiravians to Uiri, and another of Uir to Austro-Africa, which was to take place today.
Lerun Intærmec waited at the passenger port of Saar-Austroafrica's harbour. As Dean of Kirology at Sharksea University, he had been selected by the Secriat of State to show the visitors a bit about Kiro-African culture. The birghtly coloured transport ship pulled in slowly to the harbour. Intærmec straightened his posture, and waited for the gangway to be lowered, and for his guests to arrive.
The sun shone. Of course, the sun almost always shone over Kâpa-Africa, better known as the Cape of Good Hope.
Upon the cape sat the city of Saar-Austroafrica, the capital of a grand Kiravian realm spanning the southern region of Africa. Austroafrica had changed greatly since the great Scramble for Africa. The most noticeable change was in the people of the colony. Long ago there had been four million Kiravians living as a small but powerful minority in a distant land. Now, eighteen million Kiravians inhabited the Cape, the veldt, and the fertile Rhodesian plains. And no longer was it a distant land, a minor stain of Imperial Green on the Kiravian maps of the world. No, as dreamt by its Governor, Ian D. Tealford, Austro-Africa had become a fully-fledged country.
Industries thrived in the heavily colonised temperate coastal regions. Fueled by hydropower and fed a steady diet of copper, iron, gold, diamonds, and other minerals from the hinterland, the factories of the coast were making the phrase Made in Austro-Africa more common in Kiravian warehouses. Vast plantations in the interior had made Austro-Africa a major food exporter within the Empire as well.
But today, something was to be remembered from the Scramble: The Uir.
A noble culture, they were. Even some noted Kirosupremacist intellectuals in the Empire's universities thought them to be more or less on par with their own civilisation. Which, amongst Kiravians, was the best any foriegn nation was going to get.
During the great colonial storm that swept the continent, the Uir had established a protectorate to the North: Uir Os Afrik. At that time, Uiri and the Kiravian Empire had been looking over the fences, if you will, at each other. Both had colonies in Antarctica, and in other theatres. There were growing feelings that the Empire might move against Uiri in one way or another. As such, a diplomatic meeting was called for in Dar es Salaam, the capital of Uir Os Afrik. A Candavan, James Kintyre, met with the Protector and High King of the territory. Fears were evapourated, and a new friendship began.
The two nations began acting as allies. The Nod Parliamenrtari Republic joined the Kiravian Commonwealth. The two fought to gain land and rescources together on the Arabian Peninsula.
Now, how good is a friendship when neither participant is overly knowledgeable about the other? Exactly. For this purpose, two visits had been scheduled, one of Kiravians to Uiri, and another of Uir to Austro-Africa, which was to take place today.
Lerun Intærmec waited at the passenger port of Saar-Austroafrica's harbour. As Dean of Kirology at Sharksea University, he had been selected by the Secriat of State to show the visitors a bit about Kiro-African culture. The birghtly coloured transport ship pulled in slowly to the harbour. Intærmec straightened his posture, and waited for the gangway to be lowered, and for his guests to arrive.