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Post by xander10 on Aug 26, 2021 19:05:37 GMT
The Railway Tycoonist turned Corrupt government official turned Part Time Miniature Railway Tycoonist approached the Grotman of Pinij-bi-Morei, hoping to sell a miniature railway to his town to connect it to other nearby towns and the nearest real railway, He had handed the Grotman the plans, along with a nice bottle of Export Gankands Rauchbier from his nation as a sign of friendship.
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Post by Fleischmann on Aug 26, 2021 20:59:18 GMT
The Railway Tycoonist turned Corrupt government official turned Part Time Miniature Railway Tycoonist approached the Grotman of Pinij-bi-Morei, hoping to sell a miniature railway to his town to connect it to other nearby towns and the nearest real railway, He had handed the Grotman the plans, along with a nice bottle of Export Gankands Rauchbier from his nation as a sign of friendship. Sitting behind at least three dozen boxes worth of paperwork, half of which were to do with the new crime statistics since the surrounding towns, then provinces, and now Landin had decided to collectively expell all their homeless and less than reputable sorts to his newly established city, the Hebithman of Pinij-bi-Morei was less than happy with his lot in life. Despite the Landsgamotjing being located in his town now, a move which had caused no small number of headaches as administrative buildings had to be erected with speed, the city was still suffering from chronically low funding and now issues with transporting goods in and out of the town centre. None of the streets had been designed particularly wide and this had led to congestion issues mountain. They had only barely been able to secure the property rights along the waterfront before their emergency powers had been revoked, with the civil war having officially come to a close. Now, he had to figure out a way to build a cheap, reliable, and not all too big train line to bring goods and people in and out. Preferably, without it being too noisy. Looking at his budget, he could probably afford to spend between thirty and thirty-five thousand Thaler. As he was ruminating this, a strange sounding outlander knocked on his door and came in. The man spoke at a hundred words a minute and did not allow him to get a word in, opening up a file he came with and forcing it into the Hebithman's hands. Looking down at it, it appeared to be a little rail way... Which would go exactly where they had secured the property rights to... And would cost only Th$30.625. As he read over the plans to make sure they were serious, the foreign man stopped talking and brought out a bottle of alcohol. It was only two minutes later that the Hebithman noticed and looked up, seeing the offered booze. 'Do you speak Hundisch by any chance? I have no idea who you are, but this is absolutely perfect for us.' |
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Post by xander10 on Aug 26, 2021 21:12:43 GMT
The Railway Tycoonist turned Corrupt government official turned Part Time Miniature Railway Tycoonist approached the Grotman of Pinij-bi-Morei, hoping to sell a miniature railway to his town to connect it to other nearby towns and the nearest real railway, He had handed the Grotman the plans, along with a nice bottle of Export Gankands Rauchbier from his nation as a sign of friendship. Sitting behind at least three dozen boxes worth of paperwork, half of which were to do with the new crime statistics since the surrounding towns, then provinces, and now Landen had decided to collectively expell all their homeless and less than reputable sorts to his newly established city, the Hebithman of Pinij-bi-Morei was less than happy with his lot in life. Despite the Landsgamotjing being located in his town now, a move which had caused no small number of headaches as administrative buildings had to be erected with speed, the city was still suffering from chronically low funding and now issues with transporting goods in and out of the town centre. None of the streets had been designed particularly wide and this had led to congestion issues mountain. They had only barely been able to secure the property rights along the waterfront before their emergency powers had been revoked, with the civil war having officially come to a close. Now, he had to figure out a way to build a cheap, reliable, and not all too big train line to bring goods and people in and out. Preferably, without it being too noisy. Looking at his budget, he could probably afford to spend between thirty and thirty-five thousand Thaler. As he was ruminating this, a strange sounding outlander knocked on his door and came in. The man spoke at a hundred words a minute and did not allow him to get a word in, opening up a file he came with and forcing it into the Hebithman's hands. Looking down at it, it appeared to be a little rail way... Which would go exactly where they had secured the property rights to... And would cost only Th$30.625. As he read over the plans to make sure they were serious, the foreign man stopped talking and brought out a bottle of alcohol. It was only two minutes later that the Hebithman noticed and looked up, seeing the offered booze. 'Do you speak Hundisch by any chance? I have no idea who you are, but this is absolutely perfect for us.' "Good Good Good Good Good Good Good Good Good.... I hoped it would be so! Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dyson Yerkes, the man behind Sheen's finest railways, including the Central Sheen Railway, and now the world's finest miniature railway extraordinare! This railway would not just be a cheap and effective way to improve your city, it would also bring people from around the world as tourists to see what you will build, bring you untold wealth to your city! Now hold out your hand and let's get to business!" |
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Post by Fleischmann on Aug 26, 2021 21:15:48 GMT
Sitting behind at least three dozen boxes worth of paperwork, half of which were to do with the new crime statistics since the surrounding towns, then provinces, and now Landen had decided to collectively expell all their homeless and less than reputable sorts to his newly established city, the Hebithman of Pinij-bi-Morei was less than happy with his lot in life. Despite the Landsgamotjing being located in his town now, a move which had caused no small number of headaches as administrative buildings had to be erected with speed, the city was still suffering from chronically low funding and now issues with transporting goods in and out of the town centre. None of the streets had been designed particularly wide and this had led to congestion issues mountain. They had only barely been able to secure the property rights along the waterfront before their emergency powers had been revoked, with the civil war having officially come to a close. Now, he had to figure out a way to build a cheap, reliable, and not all too big train line to bring goods and people in and out. Preferably, without it being too noisy. Looking at his budget, he could probably afford to spend between thirty and thirty-five thousand Thaler. As he was ruminating this, a strange sounding outlander knocked on his door and came in. The man spoke at a hundred words a minute and did not allow him to get a word in, opening up a file he came with and forcing it into the Hebithman's hands. Looking down at it, it appeared to be a little rail way... Which would go exactly where they had secured the property rights to... And would cost only Th$30.625. As he read over the plans to make sure they were serious, the foreign man stopped talking and brought out a bottle of alcohol. It was only two minutes later that the Hebithman noticed and looked up, seeing the offered booze. 'Do you speak Hundisch by any chance? I have no idea who you are, but this is absolutely perfect for us.' "Good Good Good Good Good Good Good Good Good.... I hoped it would be so! Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dyson Yerkes, the man behind Sheen's finest railways, including the Central Sheen Railway, and now the world's finest miniature railway extraordinare! This railway would not just be a cheap and effective way to improve your city, it would also bring people from around the world as tourists to see what you will build, bring you untold wealth to your city! Now hold out your hand and let's get to business!" Not quite sure what the word 'tourist' meant nor what 'Central Sheen Railway' was, the Hebithman just nodded at pace with the man's cant like speech and tried to decipher his odd words as best he could. For some odd reason, he had requested he present his hand and so he did, palm up, for inspection and apparently business. |
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Post by xander10 on Aug 26, 2021 21:23:18 GMT
"Good Good Good Good Good Good Good Good Good.... I hoped it would be so! Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dyson Yerkes, the man behind Sheen's finest railways, including the Central Sheen Railway, and now the world's finest miniature railway extraordinare! This railway would not just be a cheap and effective way to improve your city, it would also bring people from around the world as tourists to see what you will build, bring you untold wealth to your city! Now hold out your hand and let's get to business!" Not quite sure what the word 'tourist' meant nor what 'Central Sheen Railway' was, the Hebithman just nodded at pace with the man's cant like speech and tried to decipher his odd words as best he could. For some odd reason, he had requested he present his hand and so he did, palm up, for inspection and apparently business. Shaking the mans hand Yerkes got straight to explaining with as much advertising jargon as possible the plans, leaving no time for the Hebithman to question the idea of a miniature railway, explaining along the way what a station was and that the World has multiple nations. "Oh, and of course, my workers are willing to get to work right away if you sign off and pay the listed costs" |
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Post by Fleischmann on Aug 26, 2021 21:33:35 GMT
Not quite sure what the word 'tourist' meant nor what 'Central Sheen Railway' was, the Hebithman just nodded at pace with the man's cant like speech and tried to decipher his odd words as best he could. For some odd reason, he had requested he present his hand and so he did, palm up, for inspection and apparently business. Shaking the mans hand Yerkes got straight to explaining with as much advertising jargon as possible the plans, leaving no time for the Hebithman to question the idea of a miniature railway, explaining along the way what a station was and that the World has multiple nations. "Oh, and of course, my workers are willing to get to work right away if you sign off and pay the listed costs" The conversation took a strange turn as the man called Yerkes Dy's-Son grabbed his hand and shook it. After that was done, he began speaking about these things called customer engagement strategies, multi-lateral marketing campaigns, and futures, which apparently were not some sort of prophecy-telling, but involved farseeing all the same. When asked what part of the Raikh the strange foreigner was from, he started talking about how there were many nations in the world, and how some of them were not the same... Well, he understood that, he had been to Plattland. He still had no idea where in the Raikh the man was from, as he was obviously not a barbarian. His explanation of stations did make sense, as it was just a description of coachhouses, but without horses. He did not understand the need for different terminology, but there was likely one. Being reminded that the Raikhsharjis was already using railways elsewhere in the Raikh to move goods, it was probably something that the people in the Department of Logistics dealt with. 'Oh, and of course, my workers are willing to get to work right away if you sign off and pay the listed costs.' Hearing this shook him out of his musings. Opening up the file which he had absentmindedly closed, he confirmed that the costs were within what the budget would allow. Thinking a moment, he reasoned that should this not go well, they would be able to recover their losses through property seizures and such once the strange man broke this contract. Mollified and satisfied with the terms, he grabbed a stamp and quill and quickly signed and stamped the paper with his seal. |
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