And both insets together - the main map being just a section of the Jantoos:
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At this speed, I better forget the comparative long-ago political inset.
One relevant section of the Vosport Annals from YLA 657 (or 637 - the date is indistinct on the bound volume) :
Way Stations on the Findstaal Coastal Railway having both semaphores and company vaults, including the Eastjulster Branch Line:
Yuldaan Junction, Hurin, Cabersted, Zinraffle, North Crotaan, Crotaan Junction, Pinstaar, Jurginfeld, Post Road, Nuuvin Town, Gorutestanfeld, Market Royn, Kloos, Jesperbridge, VosportCenter, Vosport Harbor.
Crotaan Junction, Doraanford, Gucheska, Swienpenn, Eastjulster
Of those, towns having accounts with Vosport Export Guildbank: all but Hurin, Post Road, and Gucheska.
Of those, towns having accounts with the Dwarven Zhugestindorp Bank, all but Cabersted and Gucheska.
Of those, towns having trade factors from Benrar & Sferistan, only North Crotaan, Nuuvin, Market Royn, Eastjulster, and Vosport.
Of those, towns having Imperial Trade Factors, all but Zinraffle, Kloos, and Gucheska.
Of those, towns having Ducal or Realm Revenue Offices - all.
Of those, towns having local accountancy firms or licensed individuals, all but Gucheska and Post Road.
Lucius Grendanian had deduced relative importance and trade patterns from these records and a hundred more, of towns long since vanished in the bogs of Jantoos. He had guessed at likely routes for a railway whose tracks included temporary sections, reroutings, and diversions. Few town folk cared any more about dusty records in the town hall - certainly not those from six hundred years ago. And none of the handful of genealogy researchers and amateur historians had connected the dots suggesting that railway stations of over a half millennium ago might STILL possess strong boxes or vaults with valuables intact. Certainly no dwarf nor man held any suspicion that some three dozen bottles of vintage YLA508 sherry were logged as being in transit when the Great Shakes tore the coastal hills and let the sea seep in. Lucius wanted that ignorance intact, right up till he found some lost liters and got them registered as legally his by "salvage, possession, or discovery".
So Lucius learned mudman patois, acquired the tattoos of a mudman weathersage, and read up on Farmers & Sailors Almanacks from all around the Luury Peninsula. With a pirogue, an urchin as pole-pusher and synthetic minion, and a pack of surveying ("meteorological") tools, Lucius headed north into the Jantoos. His siblings got notes explaining he had taken ship for the Dwarven Kingdom of Dhavaad, which they dismissed as yet another useless historian quest by their useless academic of a little brother.
Really, he was aimed at Dhavaad, only his "ship" was but five meters long...
