(You thought it was over? Well, you thought wrong.) TRADE IN EAMOA A thrilling expose written by a bored, anonymous merchant- Who dares wins. This is the maxim of most Eamoan traders these days (as opposed to the previous one, which was "Can this thing even float?"). Indeed, risking their lives on a dinky boat built by a blind carpenter, or on the open road, where bandits might try to pull off "money or the life" shtick they seem to love so much (except for Marazen caravans. These guys will shoot you in the lung before you can even say "money".). Some win. Some beat the ocean winds and reach their destination and return with a fortune and a half. Some sink to the bottom of the seas. Some manage to beat the bandits and stuff them where even Mora won't be able to find them. Some others leave their skeletons on the road, as a warning that nothing lives forever, that just as you believe you're safe, you're not. The successful ones bring different stocks from faraway places. Hungry, faraway places. The main export of Eamoa, is, in comparison to the stuff imported, rather prosaic. Food. The terrain allows for huge grain and corn production, as thousands serfs of different houses toil under the hot sun so that it can be sold for some nomads who, coincidentally, have silk and dye in excess but food and deficit. More specifically, from the mainland continent, via the Khasteg, who are nomads acting as middlemen on behalf of the sparsely populated Jamhay lands, which, normally wouldn't be of interest. But they had one key stock, one valued greatly by all nations with a respectable religion: incense. Required for many religious rituals, it always fetches a good profit. Incense is always traded at low prices, mostly because otherwise the grain ships wouldn't arrive, and wouldn't that be mighty unfortunate? Closer to home, and reachable even by land (although it is an adventure and a half!), the lands of Amraki Ho is a real treasure trove. In the jungles of Amraki, dye, bananas and spices are there, all waiting to be bought up and then imported into the ever-hungry Eamoan market. In exchange, iron tools and weapons from the markets are being exported for the expansion of the colony deeper into the jungle, in an effort to find more resources, which will be then sold for more tools and weapons, thus closing the circle. As unbelievable as it might sound, the only way to get through the thick jungles of Amraki Ho is via the so-so called "elephant caravans". This painting is one of the proof of their existence, but I somehow doubt it's authenticity. The heat does funny things to people. The relationship with Xi-Peng is...odd. Depending on which political force has the greatest influence within the walls of its capital, relations with Eamoa can be from "frozen icicle" to "welcome, brothers!". The fact that serfs regularly rebel and inevitably turn into bandits, thus killing food production, which results into starvation, which turns even the few remaining serfs into rebels and bandits. It's a fascinating cycle of rebels, but the Great Road must remain opened and safe, which is why food deliveries are sent once things get really dangerous. In exchange, Xi-Peng tolerates worship of Mora (which is ever more on the increase, as it seems that the inefficiency of the governor is, at least, in the people's minds, related to his worship of the Pantheon.) and occasionally even pays. Be it in nature or money. And sometimes? Even knowledge. One interesting relationship is the triangle between Eamoa-Manash-Ravash. See, the gold mines in Ravash need to be protected. What better way than using the nearby iron ore and the high-quality armours and weapons produced by Manash? Unfortunately, there's a very big demographic problem in Manash - apparently, hundreds of years of constant resistance against the Empire had taken its toll, and ironically, once it actually DID fall, the population of Manash had fallen to an all-time low. This had an adverse effect on agriculture, which with each year was less and less able to feed the population that remained. So, the rich miners and rulers of Ravash, not desiring to conquer the land and kill its master-craftsmen, had to improvise. They found the answer in, of course, Eamoa. The deal was: they give gold and silver to Eamoa, while they send each year 1000 workers to settle down there and work, plus regular food shipments. It's a system which so far, benefits everyone. Those are the most used trade routes. There, of course, are brave people who go far beyond. They usually are singular cases, but they don't return very often. At least not in one piece. And there's evil men, who upon dark seas or winding roads, enslave other fellow people, be they Eamoans or other ethnicities, and then sell them on the slave markets. Slavery, in general, is a rather tricky thing in Eamoa. Quen Ho are behind it, so are the Morashilds (among whose mitts are some of the greatest slavers), who need slaves to row their enormous ships. On the other side, the Marazens fiercely fight against this practice, and it isn't too uncommon to see a caravan launching a fearsome attack upon a slaver camp. Inland nobility, or the Morarians, of course, are supporting them, as slaves outsourcing serfs is a trend they don't like, and don't tolerate at all. That is all, for now. MAY MORA BLESS US ALL.