Dry Sands

[Ionia]

Abasha, Market Quarter, Jurzan 7/3/1954
Osiris and his trade group had finally reached the country's largest Port City. "At least there is some water here" Osiris thought to himself. Jurzan had recently been devastated by a drought, of unprecedented scale. To the south his kin were starving along with most of the Jurzanis. But here in Abasha all was different. The people, the atmosphere the very air of the city were much more pleasant. His thoughts were disrupted by Hakhan one of his fellow merchants.
"Come on," he said "we have to get to port. these good aren't going across the Long Sea on their own!"
"Yeah" replied Osiris and started walking.
Port he thought. Of course everyone knew where that silk and gold was headed next; New Alexandria and then Ionia. The Hellenes had left Himyar a long time ago but Pharos was still under Ionian rule. It had been that way for centuries. "Fair enough" he thought to himself; "before them it was a rock. Now it's a rock with a city. Their city; They can keep it." After all the Ionians had been good trading partners for quite some time, as Hellenes had always been, and they paid good coin. And they did bring money, water, food and all that to Jurzan in exchange for all the shiny stuff the Jurzanis sent. The convoy stopped. Osiris pulled out of his thoughts and started talking to Hakhan.
"Oi, we've reached port already-
And then he saw it; a ship of iron and smoke moving to port with its deck filled with crates of steel. He had seen many ships like this in his long time as a merchant but they always managed to impress him. He could swear they got bigger every time. While his group had stopped moving the locals kept walking. They were probably used to the large Western Ships. Their Western clothes and look suggested so.
"Come on" said Osiris "lets keep moving."
"Were did you say this stuff was headed for again?" asked Mohammed another one of the merchants
"New Alexandria and after that Ionia. Probably to Piraeus or Lexos."
"Speaking of which, do you think the governor managed to get the Ionians to send some help here with the drought? After all without us they'll run out of shiny trinkets!" said Hakhan with a sarcastic tone
"Let's hope he did." replied Osiris in a swift manner

Abasha, Georgian-Christian Quarter, Jurzan, 7/3/1954
"Let's hope I convince them this time" said Governor Al-Merhad. He started walking to a large neo-classical building. He looked to the balcony. Two flags flew; The Ionian Flag and the Jurzani flag. And below those flags was a large sign that read:
"ΙΩΝΙΚΟΝ ΠΡΟΞΕΝΕΙΟΝ ΕΙΣ ΤΗΝ ΑΒΑΣΑ
HONORARY IONIAN CONSULATE IN ABASHA
الفخرية الأيوني القنصلية في خجل"

The man gathered all his strength and stepped inside. A woman, the receptionist of the embassy, immediately recognized him and said:
"Hello Your Excellency, how may I be of serv-
"I need to meet the Ionian Consul right now!" he demanded.
"Excuse me sir but he is on an important phone call with Algolis right now. I believe it was about the issue you brought to him yesterday-
"I have some arguments that can help him convince the Ionian government to send help here! He needs to hear them quickly-
*clack!* that was the sound of a phone being put down. The Ionian Consul exited the room behind the reception desk with a neutral look on his face. A few seconds later he noticed the Governor's presence.
"Al-Merhad my friend! I have great news! The Ionian government agreed! We'll be sending help and supplies to aid you in dealing with the drought, famine and diseases ASAP!"
The governor almost passed out! For him this was a true sign of a hope, a miracle! "Maybe", he thought, "there is some hope left in Jurzan!"

 

[Ionia]

[MENTION=5]Sylvania[/MENTION] [MENTION=2]Cantignia[/MENTION] [MENTION=1187]Ivernia[/MENTION]
By mistake I posted this RP thread in the news Agency, can you guys move it to the World Stage please? Sorry for the trouble.

 

[Ionia]

OOC: the RP post has been modified to fit the new setting in Jurzan. Thanks to [MENTION=1209]Auraria[/MENTION] for making this possible.

 

[Ionia]

Abasha, Harbor Quarter, 9/3/1954
The Ionian government had promised to send humanitarian aid to Jurzan. And sure enough one day later at least three Ionian freighters were headed for Abasha to unload their cargo and give it out to everyone in need. Ioannis Nikiforou Paleokastis, the head of the Ionian Blue Cross mission in Jurzan, was staring at the massive docked ships. to him to finally get the Ionian government to support their cause was a victory. As the cranes of the harbor started unloading crates filled with food, water and medicine Ioannis was approached by Shaame, a Jurzani volunteer nurse, helping the Ionian Blue Cross members with medical procedures.
"So" she said "looks like your guys actually decided to help us."
"I wonder what got them to help our cause while your government still oppresses the Georgians."
Shaame smiled. She was half Georgian, but even if she wasn't she had known Ioannis long enough to know he was joking.
"Maybe that's their purpose. First they make us dependent on their aid, then they threaten to cut it off unless we build Georgians houses made of Gold." she replied half seriously half sarcastically, as if she didn't know Ioannis was joking
"Nah." interrupted Magdaba, an International Blue Cross volunteer from Southern Himyar "They might be a lot of things but they aren't the kind to do that. Though they might have you "improve" your prices when it comes to raw materials and valuable stuff."
The volunteers got to work. they started unloading the goods and transporting them to warehouses where they would be stored until given out. They also had to organize and build facilities to house the new volunteers that were arriving en masse after the Ionian government announced it would pay for all of the Blue Cross' expenses in Jurzan.

 

[Ionia]

Abasha, Harbor Quarter, Ionian Volunteer Housing Facilities, 11/3/1954
Saame woke up early in the morning just like she had done almost every day of her near half-a-decade long service with the International Blue Cross. She noticed, however, that she was the only one present in the Nurse's Makeshift Barracks. A little worried she thought that the others probably had woken up earlier than her to help with the housing and organization of the new arrivals. She looked outside the window, to the flag of the

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. Then she heard a knock on the door. She thought it would probably be some Ionian volunteer in need of her help. The she opened the door; A man in a military uniform stood before her. Her heart almost skipped. The government's stance wasn't too good on Georgians or any Christians for that matter. Then she noticed the Ionian Civilian Officers Insignia on his arm. She had sign it before in her humanitarian service quite a few times.
"I'm sorry for the trouble" he said "but we need to move to a nearby military camp-base the government has allowed us to use, since our numbers are much larger now. Regroup with the rest of the volunteers in the Central square when you're ready."
She nodded in agreement. Beside the man stood two Georgian National Guardsmen. Ever since the Georgians had gained self-governance their national guard had grown in size and policed the entire province. They were much better equipped than the national army of Jurzan, probably because they bought their weapons and equipment from Western Nations. They would most likely be the ones in charge of the security of the Humanitarian Aid Forces and Ionian Civilian Officers. After all they were friendly with the Ionians and were in charge of such tasks within the Province's borders. She packed her stuff, though most were already ready as she thought such a movement might occur and then headed for the central square of the camp. She met there with the others. The entire area was filled with the National Guard's transport vehicles which would take them to the new base. The base had a better dock and much larger facilities which would surely help them in storing their supplies and facilitating the needs of the growing number of volunteers. It was also closer to the areas that needed the volunteers' help and was much more accessible. Just this day another 500 Ionians had arrived and God knows how many shipments of Foreign Aid.