[LIVING POST] The Crash of the Semperdataria
The Semperdataria was sailing through the otherwise unoccupied part of the Isaran Canal towards Helios. It was a merchant ship, originally of Obrexian origin, though given the current makeup of its cargo and crew, no port could truly be called its home. The Semperdataria carried goods from various corners of the world: Kohese silk, Anaetyne purple dye, even Aiolian gems. The vessel possessed the wealth of a minor noble house, if perhaps one of the smaller houses.
The wind picked up, blowing sharply from the south. The crew of the Semperdataria worked quickly, trying to change the position of the sails to keep the ship on course. However, as the wind came to life so too did the sand. The sandstorm pelleted the crew, and many were forced to retreat from the deck. The Semperdataria was at the mercy of the wind and the sand.
The sandstorm was as brief as it was violent. None of the crew suffered injury - an act of mercy from the sandstorm. That mercy did not extend to the ship. The hull had run into the north bank. The sails were tattered ribbons. They waved in a now cruelfully playful breeze. The captain feared that it might take several days to repair the ship to working condition, and feared even more for the ships now trapped in the canal behind the Semperdataria.
A ship has crashed in the Isaran canal, blocking all movement across it. It is now up to you to respond to this event. Be creative with your responses! Perhaps you're a frustrated captain in one of your realm's trade vessels, or a merchant in Isara having to respond to the delays in goods, or a pirate taking the opportunity for plunder.
I will be providing major updates as well as responding on the behalf of the Semperdataria.
I look forward to the responses! Good luck!
The crash of the Semperdataria brought with it a whole bunch of paperwork. Paperwork that Admiral Daieth did not need to deal with. She had just arrived with the detachment sent to guard the canal in accordance with the Diamond Pact, the previous group having left not but a few days ago. The runner, a native Isaran, wasn't able to communicate the idea fully, but she was able to see for herself once the storm had passed.
The Semperdataria had run aground, sideways across the canal, and was blocking trade. Her first order of business was to make sure that none were able to crash into the Semperdataria, at least from her section of the eastern portion of the canal. By her eye, this was going to take a while, as that ship wasn't moving any time soon, and a tow would have to be arranged, and some of the walls of the canal would likely have to be deconstructed.
The good Admiral was driven up the wall by whiny merchants and good-intentioned Isarans alike, and she was spotted in the taverns that night, and every one after well past when the Semperdataria was driven out of the canal.
The amphitheater that served as the meeting hall of the trade council was older than even the canal itself, it had always been used for some form of government purpose. The carved stone pillars rose high and red fabric was stretched between them to offer some shade to the occupants below. Household banners danged from lines stretched above, some new some old, each a different color and pattern and bearing the written name of the house on it in the ornate Isaran script.
Everyone there bustled in conversation, the stranding of the Semperdataria was holding up trade on both sides of the canal and everyone feared the worst. Every day meant a loss of coin for some merchant and a windfall for another who would charge exorbitant storage fees. Crime was expected to sore as more and more goods became backed up on both banks. Some measure of safety came from the swiftness that goods moved through the canal.
A knocking came from the dias at the center of the amphitheater and the noise died down at the caucus was bought to order. All around the upper landing were people keen to watch and glean what they could form the talking and decisions made.
“The Semperdataria is the only topic for discussion.” The head of the caucus said, and signed although he fumbled through the name of the ship. “Goods move via camel east to west, but it is slow and only serves to drive transport costs higher. Some effort has been made by the maintenance crews to dislodge the ship from the walls but only so much can be done.”
He sighed and leaned against the Dias. “ideas?”
The room was largely silent until a woman stood up near the back. She was not as dark skinned as the rest, and had hazel eyes that seemed too bright when the sun barely touched them. Her broad build and height marked her as E’Dorn, a mixed blood Isaran/Helian. There were some grumbles at her rise but she was a citizen of Isara and Helios both and held more sway than others would like.
“Yes Ambria of Teshal eh Helios.” The head of the caucus regarded her with both word and sign and gestured to her to speak.
She took a deep breath and raised her hands and sighed a few greetings to all present. Her gestures were perfect; it was no mistake that she was one of them. She was third generation after all, she had only been to Helios once in her whole life. “Representatives. We have ten heavy Drafts between the east and west end of the canal. We could have them to the wreck and properly harnessed within two days. They are strong creatures as you know and at the least may be able to drag the vessel from its current place, enough at least for it to be pulled to the side for repairs or towed out if it is still sea worthy.”
There was some more vocal grumbling, some in agreement and others not wishing to rely on them.
“If that is not satisfactory I could defer to Commander Frakes, he told me only this morning he intends to slam one of his warships into it, easier to clean up pieces than trying to salvage the ship.”
The whole Caucus was silent. She Did not sign the former statement and they knew she meant it to be as factual as she could.
Another rose and gestured to her. “We have the Hawks patrolling the east, and the Dorn but be keeping the West safe if they are willing to sacrifice a ship to slam into this, Semper-Dat-amia, This may be the best option for now. I say we let them try.”
The canal's traffic had come to a halt as the news of the ship's crash reached the various corners of Isara. The occasional camel caravan could be seen travelling the canalside road. These sort of overland trips were seldom made, but the few merchants who could were clearly taking advantage of the Semperdataria's plight.
The captain was briefed on the events of the latest caucus - several times, in fact. There was no lack of captains who would rather see the Semperdataria set ablaze rather than wait a day. Some offered to help pull the ship out - for the right price. Of course accepting those would be financial ruin for him and especially his crew. Still others genuinely offered help, though none had the capabilities to seriously help dislodge the ship. The captain was thankful for the rules Diamond Pact, the efforts of Admiral Daieth for keeping other ships at arms length, and especially Ambria.
The heavy draft were dispatched from the east and the west ends of the canal in the evening after the caucus. It took half a day of wrangling both the beasts and the politicians. Though considering the normal timeline of bureaucracy, this was a blisteringly fast decision. Blocking one of the busiest waterways in the world was an urgent matter after all.