The Tale of Yi Ti or At the Edge of Civilization
Qo Pol looked on from his balcony surveying Trader Town. All manner of people: the fierce Jogos Nhai and their Zorses, the maidens of Bayasabahad with their swords and silver tounged salemen of Qarth bringing luxuries of the West, proudly displayed their wares. He even glimpsed some men and women from Asshai, garbed in black cloaks, and selling wares from beyond civilization.
Of course, all the wares of Yi-Ti were also on show. He had made sure of that. Under the guidance of his father and himself, the city had blossomed to become one of the trading jewels of the world.Although its location didn't hurt. Connected to the cities of the Bone Mountains by the Steel and Sand roads and being the northern most point of Yi Ti , Trader Town had become a haven for those wishing to buy the goods of Yi Ti without paying the stiff tarrifs implemented by the imperial court. Although small in comparison to some of the great cities of the east, to Qo Pol,who had lived his entire life on the frontier, it was the largest and most magnificant place he had ever known.
Qo Pol withdrew from the glare of the sun and in to the cool shade of his chamber. He paused to look at himself in a large mirror he had just had brought to him from Qarth. In the reflexion, an athletic man of three and thirty years stared back at him.He was wearing some fine silk cloths and a red head covering that was the new court style.
Qo Pol was more than a competant ruler and he knew it. His skills of fighting and comanding had been honed to a deadly edge by years of repelling attacks of Jogos Nhai and other noxious peoples. He was devoted to his wife, although he did not love her and zealously followed the instructions of The Lion of the Night and the Maiden-Made-of-Light. However, the richness of his domain had given him a lust for wealth and the luxuries it could bring.
Qo Pol had waited long for this day, his advisors had convinced him the stars and moons predicted victory. His priest had attested to the favour of the gods. His marshal crowed his military strength. So Prince Qo Pol was ready. He was ready to be an emperor.
Qo Pol looked on from his balcony surveying Trader Town. All manner of people: the fierce Jogos Nhai and their Zorses, the maidens of Bayasabahad with their swords and silver tounged salemen of Qarth bringing luxuries of the West, proudly displayed their wares. He even glimpsed some men and women from Asshai, garbed in black cloaks, and selling wares from beyond civilization.
Of course, all the wares of Yi-Ti were also on show. He had made sure of that. Under the guidance of his father and himself, the city had blossomed to become one of the trading jewels of the world.Although its location didn't hurt. Connected to the cities of the Bone Mountains by the Steel and Sand roads and being the northern most point of Yi Ti , Trader Town had become a haven for those wishing to buy the goods of Yi Ti without paying the stiff tarrifs implemented by the imperial court. Although small in comparison to some of the great cities of the east, to Qo Pol,who had lived his entire life on the frontier, it was the largest and most magnificant place he had ever known.
Qo Pol withdrew from the glare of the sun and in to the cool shade of his chamber. He paused to look at himself in a large mirror he had just had brought to him from Qarth. In the reflexion, an athletic man of three and thirty years stared back at him.He was wearing some fine silk cloths and a red head covering that was the new court style.
Qo Pol was more than a competant ruler and he knew it. His skills of fighting and comanding had been honed to a deadly edge by years of repelling attacks of Jogos Nhai and other noxious peoples. He was devoted to his wife, although he did not love her and zealously followed the instructions of The Lion of the Night and the Maiden-Made-of-Light. However, the richness of his domain had given him a lust for wealth and the luxuries it could bring.
Qo Pol had waited long for this day, his advisors had convinced him the stars and moons predicted victory. His priest had attested to the favour of the gods. His marshal crowed his military strength. So Prince Qo Pol was ready. He was ready to be an emperor.
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