BornInCantaloup
Agent of Chaos
Your name is Mansa Musa, King of Kings, absolute ruler of the people of Mali. Sitting on your throne, you enjoy the breeze of fresh air as a slave behind you gently waves a leaf of palm tree.
A caravan arrived earlier today and the merchants before your eyes keep busy bowing and presenting you with numerous presents : boxes carved exquisitely and made from unknown woods, cloths of the richest silks, exotic fruits that still hold the smell of humid soils and tropical forests. You yawn lavishly to signify your contentment and your desire to retreat in solitude.
Timbuktu, "The Distant One", has attracted many of those merchants from time immemorial. For everybody knows that, in Timbuktu, favours are repaid in gold.
Over the years, this stream of activity has granted you with a diffuse knowledge of the outside world, names that have crossed the land and reached your ear, such as Gandhi the puny Indian, Pericles, wise advisor to the Greek tribes or Darius, the formidable Emperor of the Persians. Who knows what lies accross the great beyond ? Some speak of immeasurable swathes of sea and of worlds beyond.
The time is now 4000 BC and your palace sits at the centre of the Modern World, your city at its crossroads, or so does your astrologist tell you.
Lost in your thoughts, you wander on a balcony and indulge in visions of grandeur, start to marvel at the unique fate of your people and the possibilities, oh, the possibilities... All around you, as far as the eye can see, the land is yours and people obey to your command. Tomorrow, you will conquer the horizon. The next day, well, ancient artifacts point to the stars
From the hills of Timbuktu, late in the afternoon, the Belt of Orion starts to appear.
You draft some plans for the future but, first, where should you establish the city ?
A caravan arrived earlier today and the merchants before your eyes keep busy bowing and presenting you with numerous presents : boxes carved exquisitely and made from unknown woods, cloths of the richest silks, exotic fruits that still hold the smell of humid soils and tropical forests. You yawn lavishly to signify your contentment and your desire to retreat in solitude.
Timbuktu, "The Distant One", has attracted many of those merchants from time immemorial. For everybody knows that, in Timbuktu, favours are repaid in gold.
Over the years, this stream of activity has granted you with a diffuse knowledge of the outside world, names that have crossed the land and reached your ear, such as Gandhi the puny Indian, Pericles, wise advisor to the Greek tribes or Darius, the formidable Emperor of the Persians. Who knows what lies accross the great beyond ? Some speak of immeasurable swathes of sea and of worlds beyond.
The time is now 4000 BC and your palace sits at the centre of the Modern World, your city at its crossroads, or so does your astrologist tell you.
Lost in your thoughts, you wander on a balcony and indulge in visions of grandeur, start to marvel at the unique fate of your people and the possibilities, oh, the possibilities... All around you, as far as the eye can see, the land is yours and people obey to your command. Tomorrow, you will conquer the horizon. The next day, well, ancient artifacts point to the stars
From the hills of Timbuktu, late in the afternoon, the Belt of Orion starts to appear.
You draft some plans for the future but, first, where should you establish the city ?
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can be gotten in a breeze. What's appealing?
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This one has lots of tiles though 
