The Merchant Fleet arrives at Mahredam

Tohi_CZ

First the lights of the Great Mahredam Lighthouse and then the lights of the port and the City itself.
Lights from the large docks spanning kilometres can be seen over the horizon in the early morning hours, as the sun hasn't risen yet. Mahredam boasts the busiest port in all of Icktenland, and has been so for centuries, being located roughly in middle of the Ickten coast on a medium sized island just off the coast. This location has been first chosen by the first inhabitants to avoid barbarians on the mainland, but later turned out as a great commercial advantaged. Most goods which go to Icktenland, go first here and then are distributed also by ships.

As the fleet approached the large concrete piers come to view, sticking out of the island's natural countour unnaturaly. Beyond them lie cranes offloading ships, brick warehouses, brick factories with tall chimneys spewing smoke into the air on the early morning lit by the twin moons of Sparkalia.
The Mahredam port never sleeps, not even when a large equatorial storm comes down to sweep the lands.
The Mahredam port radio station, a rarity in Icktenland, open up its channel and contacts the Merchant Fleet, welcoming them and trying to organise them at this hectic port.

Welcome to Mahredam | Wiljämo dö Märedem

Drbeansguy

Thank you Mahredam, we will be sailing in within 5 minutes get ready

All ships tuned into the port relay the same message, all 357 ships radio in the exact same message, and as the morning light finally reaches the sea, all 357 ships come into view, and among them is the HMF's flagship, the HMS-Commese, a gargantuan freighter with people running all over the top of the ship, though they don't look like ship workers, they look like... civilians.

On the top deck all the merchants run above and below deck, getting their stalls ready, their carts filled with their goods or cash. And the actual ship workers throwing the mooing lines to the docks and slowly dragging their ships closer and close to the docks. Then the ramps drop and the merchants flood out, and the ship officials with their cargo manifests rush out. But in the orderly chaos that is the herwans flooding out of their ships and the other ships slowly docking, 2 people stick out, actually directing everyone and handing out papers.

Tohi_CZ

The dockmasters freak out at the sight of this giant mess outgoing in the harbour. The piers simply can not hold this many ships and those futher back in the formation are signalled to stop halt. On land, on the piers! the local officals try to signal the mass of merchants towards the Seaside Square. Some problems arise as there is a language barrier between many. The docks are one of a kind complicated mesh of warehouses, railways tracks, factories, canals and streets leading into the city itself. The City Hall's tower's bell begin to chime as 6 o'clock hits the watches of local clocks.