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A journey on a long, straight road invites travellers to imagine the possible. When you can see the horizon in the distance, it's like you can see the future stretching out before you.
The highways in southern Sojavena were originally trodden by local trade caravans, and the routes passed on by word of mouth and through lived experience. It was the Commonwealth that flattened the ground, laid down gravel, put up signposts, and built supply caches for its agents and couriers. Local traders still used the highways – no 'mon was fool enough to try to impose tolls – but now it was the wagons of settlers, and the wagons of Frontier Town's industries, that made the most use of the road networks. The longest of these stretched through the Soja', north-to-south, and from the western limits of the Commonwealth out east to its heart.
For long stretches of these highways, you could look out and see the red mesas of Sunward, the mercurial path of the Silver River, the stubborn scrub and tough weeds of the hinterlands, amber plains of arid grasses, rail tracks and telegraph poles... Folks coming and going along the highway would see a decent sampling of the region's many vistas. Vast, certainly. Perhaps beautiful. To some, an opportunity.
The highways in southern Sojavena were originally trodden by local trade caravans, and the routes passed on by word of mouth and through lived experience. It was the Commonwealth that flattened the ground, laid down gravel, put up signposts, and built supply caches for its agents and couriers. Local traders still used the highways – no 'mon was fool enough to try to impose tolls – but now it was the wagons of settlers, and the wagons of Frontier Town's industries, that made the most use of the road networks. The longest of these stretched through the Soja', north-to-south, and from the western limits of the Commonwealth out east to its heart.
For long stretches of these highways, you could look out and see the red mesas of Sunward, the mercurial path of the Silver River, the stubborn scrub and tough weeds of the hinterlands, amber plains of arid grasses, rail tracks and telegraph poles... Folks coming and going along the highway would see a decent sampling of the region's many vistas. Vast, certainly. Perhaps beautiful. To some, an opportunity.
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