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Baghdad, Summer of 1174
In the east, a weariness has gripped the land. War has been brought from the West and now lies carnivorously in wait inside the Holy Lands. Across empires, slaves have become masters and masters slaves, as the Khwarezm rise from the leash of the Seljuks and the Ayyubids steadily depart from the dying rule of the Zengids. In Anatolia, the last lords of the once great Roman Empire hold tenaciously against their ever expanding neighbors, the Turks—with Armenia and Georgia anxiously watching nearby for their time to come. Even in the far East there comes change, as the Solanki Rajputs unite the scattered Hindu tribes and the Malikate of Sindh hold desperately onto life—with the Ghorids and Ghaznis prepared to stop these infidels from prospering at any cost. And not one month ago, the sun itself was blocked out by darkness and the sins of the world blanketed the sands. And on that night, the Caliph watched the skies and knew then what he must do.
A council should be formed. One that will unite the scattered and warring nations of the East. One that will be a beacon of light in the growing shadow. One that will be hosted in Baghdad and watched over by the only man capable of overseeing such change, the Caliph himself...
At the far end of the Caliph's grand courtroom, the doors begin to open. Sands and wind poor steadily in from the outside, and carried with these is the figure of an old woman. She wears a heavy cloak over her heavy white bangs, and moves with a cane across the room. On her eyes are a thick rim of white cataracts and beside her stands a boy, who lightly assists her inside.
Can a woman parlay in the courts of men? I come on the behalf of those in the north—the Qara Suu—as their envoy. I hope I am looked well upon by the great hosts of Baghdad...
She bows on her cane.
Cultured Drizzt fan
10-20-2009, 01:36
The Armenian Delegation arrives closely on the old woman's heels, although their entrance is not nearly as dramatic. There are two of them, both wearing scholarly robes and holding Short swords at their hips. They find a proper place to sit and lean back in their chairs, muttering to each other and jotting a few small notes.
MerlinusCDXX
10-20-2009, 01:46
The Caliph steps in from an antechamber, bearing a basin of water for ritual handwashing
In'shAllah friends, welcome to my court. There are refreshments on the tables, and cushions for you to take your rest between meetings. All have not arrived yet. My eastern guest, be welcome. I have no problem with you representing your people. However, I respectfully ask that you appear in public meetings modestly veiled. This is to keep the Ghulams from mistaking you for a woman of low repute, and thus to protect your dignity.
I'll will keep my hood tightly fastened, then—in humble accordance to the laws of the Muslims.
She bows one more time before taking her seat with the help of the young servant boy.
TriforceV
10-22-2009, 05:57
With a sudden crash, the doors of the chambers thunder open
A Persian man slowly walks into the chambers echoing with each step, hawkishly he eyes his environment. He is gritty and battered, his face scared and old, with distant and cold eyes, yet his presence is that of an old lion. He reaches the center of the hall, he closes his eyes and speaks
"I am here, for Shahzadeh Muhammad the Mighty, hath requested it so" -
with a slight snarl, the Persian man walks to the council seats and sits as a represent of the Kwarezem Shah.
MerlinusCDXX
10-22-2009, 06:09
I see we have a sword of the Prophet among us. Sit, refresh yourself and be welcome.
Allow me to introduce my vizier Abdullah. He will be taking my place at this council while I attend to some business in my provinces. He speaks with my voice.
Caliph An-Nasir
The young servant boy begins to lean over and grab a piece of meat off the Caliph's exquisite table of delicacies. The old woman slaps his hand and the boy looks down sheepishly to the floor. Then the woman turns to the new arrival...
Ah, the great delegation of the Khwarezm has finally arrived—and with no less show of prowess one might expect from such a mighty neighbor. You are one of the people I was specifically instructed to speak with concerning Astrakhan (http://totalwar.honga.net/regions.php?v=bc&r=Astrakhan_Region). Our own cartographers have mapped the region out as one of our own—simply a wayward vassal in need of discipline. But if your own ambitions span to the city, I'm sure this can be renegotiated. Everything can be renegotiated.
She smiles.
barcamartin
10-23-2009, 22:32
A short and thin figure silently enters the room. He awaits the room to fall silent, and then starts to speak with a surprisingly powerful voice.
I am Yussuf of Qahira. I'll be the word of the blessed Sultan Salah ad-Din, Vizier of Egypt and Sultan of the Ayyubids, in this council.
At the present time, we are negotiating peace treaties with the Franks, and seem to have reached an agreement. Finally all faithful in the Holy Lands can pray and practise their faith in peace.
The Sultans forces are marching as we speak, to bring the holy cities Mekka and Medina into the hands of true Muslims. The Sultan himself is also leading a great host to pacify the rebellious and violent tribes south of Egypt.
Other than this, the Sultan has no territorial claims at the present time. He is open to trade and map exchange with all nations, of all cultures and faiths.
Insha'Allah, peace between established nations will prevail in these dark and violent times.
TriforceV
10-25-2009, 22:20
Ah, the great delegation of the Khwarezm has finally arrived—and with no less show of prowess one might expect from such a mighty neighbor. You are one of the people I was specifically instructed to speak with concerning Astrakhan (http://totalwar.honga.net/regions.php?v=bc&r=Astrakhan_Region). Our own cartographers have mapped the region out as one of our own—simply a wayward vassal in need of discipline. But if your own ambitions span to the city, I'm sure this can be renegotiated. Everything can be renegotiated.
She smiles.
The old Persian warrior yawns, and waves his hand in dismissal barely looking at the Kypchak's mistress, and speaks
"I can assure you that our mighty Shah has little interest in these pagan lands of Astrakhan... take it and do with it what you will, but be warned..."
he now turns his gaze to the Kypchak ambassador, and continues
"Your ambitions in the East end there, or else we may end up showing you the extent of our might."
with a quick smirk, the old Persian warrior resumes his duties
The woman simply smiles.
Oh, no need to show us anything, lord. Our ambitions don't really lie in... dirt.
Besides, I think we understand your propensity for might and the inevitable conflicts that will lead to... and why would we stop that?
The woman then turns to the Ayyubid representative.
And may I be the first to humbly welcome you to this court, noble Egyptian. May your swords fly true in the capture of your holy cities in Arabia.
A letter would come in from the Seljuks.
The Sultan of the Seljuk Empire out right refuses this council. We will not negotiate any thing with the Infidels. We honour our neighbors, the Persian Shah, and also our closest neighbor, the Abbasid Caliphate. We wish for trade and alliance to both, and also non military borders.
We hope that you will agree to this. Thank you.
The Sultan of the Seljuks.
TriforceV
10-26-2009, 20:06
A letter would come in from the Seljuks.
The Sultan of the Seljuk Empire out right refuses this council. We will not negotiate any thing with the Infidels. We honour our neighbors, the Persian Shah, and also our closest neighbor, the Abbasid Caliphate. We wish for trade and alliance to both, and also non military borders.
We hope that you will agree to this. Thank you.
The Sultan of the Seljuks.
The old persian scoffs at the weak response issued by the Seljuks
"How can the Seljuk Empire outright insult all nations by refusing to meet in council?, becuase he does not want to negotiate with infidels?, to what infidels does he mean. Am I considered an Infidel?, How about the Abbasid of Baghdad who host these negotiations? If the Seljuks refuse to speak to the pagans or Christians than that be his choice, but to outright refuse to enter the council is an insult on all!"
he then rolls his eyes as he continues to speak
"If the Seljuks want peace and trade with the our beloved Shah than I suggest he send a proper diplomat to the council to negotiate this futher. If he outright refuses than I too will reject any of the Seljuks terms and will consider them as the infidels."
Thanatos Eclipse
10-26-2009, 21:57
Peasants and nobles alike, run for cover as a great storm blows in from the south. Lightning breaks up the night as thunder echoes through the council halls. There is a thump at the main entrance and then the heavy doors are flung open. There stands twelve ragged, mud covered seamen, but before they can rush into the warm, dry hall, permeating with the smells of delicious exotic foods, order are barked from the back of the group. Remembering their place, the seaman part to the sides to allow a tall cloaked figure to enter the hall. The figure first replaces his muddy boots with dry ones from under his cloak. He then proceeds to take off his soaked cloak and throws both the discarded boots and cloak to one of his men. From under the cloak appears not the typical dignitary but a pirate, albeit one of the best dressed pirates ever; his sword and multitude of daggers were still unmistakable signs of his profession. After sizing up the court guards and the other dignitaries, he unstrapped his daggers, leaving them with his men; keeping only his sword. The sword, an elogant design, with an ivory handle, inlaid rubies, and scarred blade, was obviously not serving the purpose its original owner had intended it for. Before continuing into the court he first turns around to his men to give them a few final orders. After his crew departs and the storm is again shut outside the doors, he turns around to introduce himself to the council.
“I am Captain Amr of the Oman navy. I represent the Imamate of Oman, the Grand Admiral, and the ... great Imam Murshed. I apologies for my tardiness, but we have been inhibited by this storm ever since we left the shores of Oman. An omen of things to come, I hope not. I like to think of it more as a sign that those who struggle for what they believe in shall be rewarded with Allah's grace," indicating the beautiful council chambers he now stood in. "I was asked to inform the council that the ... great Murshed, with Allah’s blessing, would like to open our ports to trade with those of all nations.”
After his introduction, Captain Amr heads for the closest servant, grabs a glass of wine, and sits down to relax after his long journey.
MerlinusCDXX
10-28-2009, 09:21
The Caliph thunders into the council chamber:
So, the sultan of the Seljuk sends insults already. The ink on the invitations to council has not yet dried and he sends this insulting goat pizzle instead of speaking with other nations as a civilized man, MOST OF WHOM NUMBER AMONG THE FAITHFUL, ...disgraceful.
Yussuf, captain Amr, my apologies at my unseemly manner of entry, be welcome. Yussuf, my diplomat is on the way to your lands to offer trade, cartographic exchange,and maybe more...
Captain Amr, I would speak to you later.
Ramses II CP
10-31-2009, 05:42
A Roman diplomat enters accompanied by a translator who stares wide eyed at his surroundings.. Around his neck the emissary wears a pomander which he sniffs frequently. The diplomat cuffs the translator roughly to get his attention before speaking,
"Wonderful court you have here, suppose you can't be blamed for the odor what with the heat and all. Anyway, I am the representative of the Emperor of Rome. I am here to inform you of his claims and ensure that any words you wish sent back in return are fairly heard. Let's begin then, yes?"
"Famagusta, Nicosia, and all the isle of Cyprus are a Roman holding," sniff, "Do not trespass."
"Rhodes and Crete are also claimed for Rome," sniff, 'If any of you know where that is...'
"Dorylaeum and Amorium," sniff, "have been secured by Roman armies for the Empire, do not trespass on those lands."
"Sinop and Heraclea are claimed in the name of the Empire. I understand Sinop is meant to already be under siege."
The emissary's gaze falls momentarily across the man from Kwarez and he pauses in his delivery to lift the pomander very clearly.
sniff... sniff!
"Ahh, yes, where were we? Rome cedes control of Antioch to the arbitration of the mighty Princes of Armenia and Jerusalem, may they settle the matter amicably."
sniff, "Now, as to Seleukeia, Amasia, Ani, and Erzurum we make no claim," sniff, " If no other will administer these wild lands Rome will bear the burdern rather than let," sniff, sniff, "rebellious scum infest the trade routes out of the east."
sniff
The diplomat momentarily appears at a loss as he gazes at each of his fellow diplomats. Finally he asks the translator a question and the man responds in Latin. Rome's emissary widens his eyes in surprise, and with a deep sniff turns to address the Kypchak woman,
"The Emperor sends his warm regards to the northern tribes. Ever have mighty men come to serve the Empire from the north, as the flow of Roman steel and trade has spread up to yours from the south."
sniff, sniff,
"It is the will of the Emperor that this profitable arrangement continue, and in token of such we offer a standing tribute of five hundred florins per season to be arranged at first opportunity. Additionally Rome makes no territorial claims in the northlands."
With a deep bow and an even deeper sniff the diplomat makes his way to his seat.
:egypt:
TriforceV
10-31-2009, 07:54
A Roman diplomat enters accompanied by a translator who stares wide eyed at his surroundings.. Around his neck the emissary wears a pomander which he sniffs frequently. The diplomat cuffs the translator roughly to get his attention before speaking,
"Wonderful court you have here, suppose you can't be blamed for the odor what with the heat and all. Anyway, I am the representative of the Emperor of Rome. I am here to inform you of his claims and ensure that any words you wish sent back in return are fairly heard. Let's begin then, yes?"
"Famagusta, Nicosia, and all the isle of Cyprus are a Roman holding," sniff, "Do not trespass."
"Rhodes and Crete are also claimed for Rome," sniff, 'If any of you know where that is...'
"Dorylaeum and Amorium," sniff, "have been secured by Roman armies for the Empire, do not trespass on those lands."
"Sinop and Heraclea are claimed in the name of the Empire. I understand Sinop is meant to already be under siege."
The emissary's gaze falls momentarily across the man from Kwarez and he pauses in his delivery to lift the pomander very clearly.
sniff... sniff!
"Ahh, yes, where were we? Rome cedes control of Antioch to the arbitration of the mighty Princes of Armenia and Jerusalem, may they settle the matter amicably."
sniff, "Now, as to Seleukeia, Amasia, Ani, and Erzurum we make no claim," sniff, " If no other will administer these wild lands Rome will bear the burdern rather than let," sniff, sniff, "rebellious scum infest the trade routes out of the east."
sniff
The diplomat momentarily appears at a loss as he gazes at each of his fellow diplomats. Finally he asks the translator a question and the man responds in Latin. Rome's emissary widens his eyes in surprise, and with a deep sniff turns to address the Kypchak woman,
"The Emperor sends his warm regards to the northern tribes. Ever have mighty men come to serve the Empire from the north, as the flow of Roman steel and trade has spread up to yours from the south."
sniff, sniff,
"It is the will of the Emperor that this profitable arrangement continue, and in token of such we offer a standing tribute of five hundred florins per season to be arranged at first opportunity. Additionally Rome makes no territorial claims in the northlands."
With a deep bow and an even deeper sniff the diplomat makes his way to his seat.
:egypt:
The old Persian laughs heartily at the lofty roman representative, and sarcastically remarks,
"I see the council jester has arrived, will he not play us a ballad?"
the Persian then snorts loudly, and spits on the floor
"Ohhh, my mistake! it's just another pompous heathen emissary.
With an amusing grunt the Old Persian returns to his duties
For several seconds after he is done speaking, the woman merely stares at the Roman diplomat. Though she is blind, there is a visible look of surprise painted in her eyes. She turns to regard the Khwarezm and his mockings; then she turns back to the Roman, clearing her throat...
Yes... well... the Qara-Suu are more than happy to accept this tribute.
She smiles.
In truth, we welcome a fellow "heathen" and "infidel" to this courtroom. We have fought beside mighty Rome many times before and look forward to doing so again.
She bows.
But in the meantime, please don't let the cruel words of the Khwarezm wilt those precious flowers of yours. We welcome you humbly to this court, mighty masters from Rome.
OOC:
Wow, Ramses. You're diplomat is making me laugh out loud and aggravating my sinuses all at once! :laugh4:
There's one in every courtroom. It's certainly a change from your humble Hindu ambassador I'm so used to, though. :clown:
MerlinusCDXX
10-31-2009, 12:46
Perhaps, Roman ambassador, you brought the odor in with you. I would suggest not making your way to my palace by way of the horse and camel market, after all, Allah only knows what can get onto your shoes there...
phonicsmonkey
11-01-2009, 04:06
A young knight arrives at Court, looking extremely relaxed, as though he has not hurried to get here. He is strikingly handsome, in a slightly effeminate way, with long flowing dark hair, smouldering eyes and a stylish goatee. His armour is brightly burnished and decorated with silk tassels and ornate etchings.
To the onlookers at Court there is something...unconvincing about him. Those who study him closely as he walks and talks with his entourage notice that he seems to have only two facial expressions.
His name is Orloomo Bland, and he addresses the Court using facial expression #1, an earnest look with intensly knitted brow and a slight pout of the lips.
Caliph of Islam, I represent his majesty King Baldwin of the Crusader States.
Our presence in these lands is unwelcome, this much we know. So my presence here is likely also unwelcome.
It matters not, for we care not for the good graces of those assembled here. Our mission is laid down by the Most High, and we are convinced of its righteousness.
We will make no public land claims. Let those who border us, or expect to, speak to us in private if they fear our Holy armies and wish to entreat us to restrain our expansion.
The matter of Antioch, so far as we are concerned, is settled. The city will fall to our forces under Raymond de Tripoli next season. The Armenians have been offered a fair deal and have rejected it. We do not wish to fight them, but we are quite ready to if it becomes necessary.
He sits, and begins to study himself in a small polished brass mirror.
Cultured Drizzt fan
11-01-2009, 04:45
A young knight arrives at Court, looking extremely relaxed, as though he has not hurried to get here. He is strikingly handsome, in a slightly effeminate way, with long flowing dark hair, smouldering eyes and a stylish goatee. His armour is brightly burnished and decorated with silk tassels and ornate etchings.
To the onlookers at Court there is something...unconvincing about him. Those who study him closely as he walks and talks with his entourage notice that he seems to have only two facial expressions.
His name is Orloomo Bland, and he addresses the Court using facial expression #1, an earnest look with intensly knitted brow and a slight pout of the lips.
Caliph of Islam, I represent his majesty King Baldwin of the Crusader States.
Our presence in these lands is unwelcome, this much we know. So my presence here is likely also unwelcome.
It matters not, for we care not for the good graces of those assembled here. Our mission is laid down by the Most High, and we are convinced of its righteousness.
We will make no public land claims. Let those who border us, or expect to, speak to us in private if they fear our Holy armies and with to entreat us to restrain our expansion.
The matter of Antioch, so far as we are concerned, is settled. The city will fall to our forces under Raymond de Tripoli next season. The Armenians have been offered a fair deal and have rejected it. We do not wish to fight them, but we are quite ready to if it becomes necessary.
He sits, and begins to study himself in a small polished brass mirror.
One of the Armenians speak up
Yes, both sides are unwilling to back down, and we Armenians will not allow Antioch to be denied from its rightful owners.
Good masters from the Levant, I hope we can be of service to you in your righteous endeavors. However, the Qara-Suu would like to know what exactly your "mission" is now that you have made peace with the Ayyubids? It is our understanding that you have traded Holy Cities and have formed an alliance with the Egyptian Sunnis. Is all this true?
phonicsmonkey
11-04-2009, 10:56
The young knight pauses for a long moment before responding, studying his questioner.
His expression is inscrutable as he quietly answers.
Ma'am, the King has not provided me with words to answer your questions, save that he prefers to keep his own counsel in matters of diplomacy and of religion.
However, given that it is public knowledge that he and the Great Salahuddin have laid down the blade and formed an alliance, I suppose I can confirm that here without overstepping my mandate.
As to our mission, let only the wicked fear it - and let them quake in their very boots at our approach.
Cultured Drizzt fan
11-04-2009, 11:47
The Armenian Diplomat raises an eyebrow
Pray tell, how exactly did your king get that alliance? Surely something must have traded hands in the deal?
phonicsmonkey
11-06-2009, 08:37
Orloomo's expression does not change. He simpy turns to face the Armenian, his comely face an enigmatic mask, as if carved from wood.
Pardon me sir, but I fail to see why I would be inclined to share any information at all with the representative of Takavor Rueben, who has stated in no uncertain terms his intention to attack and sieze our holdings at Antioch.
Sirrah, until you cross our borders we do not consider you an enemy, but I'm sure you can see why we could neither at this stage consider you a friend.
Cultured Drizzt fan
11-06-2009, 12:02
The Armenian Diplomat looks slightly annoyed, He crosses his arms across his chest before speaking
Fine. I know more than enough already, I care little for what blasphemies you chose to partake in. Antioch will not be allowed to stay in your hands, know that much. Our People are in that city, and we will not let you keep them oppressed.
As the absense of the Seljuk Empire's diplomat is obvious, news of merchants that traveled through Seljuk territory. The current rumour is that the seljuks have launched an unheard of invasion to the west of of their empire. Independant countries fell in the sweep. and the largest of the kigndoms, Georgia has been delt a devistating blow, as their main army has been defeated. Last words any one has heard that Georgia is in full retreat, As it is the last kingdom standing before the Seljuks reach the black sea.
The young servant boy receives a letter, marked with a crimson eye, detailing the news of the Seljuk invasion of their neighbors. He whispers the letter's contents and the old woman scoffs after hearing the news...
And they didn't invite us? Pity...
At the highest towers and walls looking north of Baghdad, The Seljuk armies have constructed a fort on the other side of the river where Baghdad sits, making it very hard for merchants to travel through. Reports of Seljuk armies have headed west along the river to the rebel city just west of Baghdad.
MerlinusCDXX
11-26-2009, 12:04
Welcome, Ambassador Vijaypal
I trust your journey was swift, what with that magnificent steed and all.
Seigneur Bland, if you are as committed to the common peace as your dealings with Sultan Salahuddin suggest, then there is no need for you to feel unwelcome here. I do hope that King Baldwin and the Armenian Takavor can find a peaceful solution to the question of Antakiyyah.
Ramses II CP
11-26-2009, 17:04
The Roman emissary notes the arrival of the Rajput man with considerable interest,
Rome sends her warmest regards to our distant eastern neighbors! We are pleased to see you have arrived in good health and unmolested.
I wonder what it would cost to import a quantity of these beasts you ride? A matter for the distant future, I am sure, but please keep it in mind. As soon as the journey can be made a man will be sent to arrange a trade agreement with your people.
Rome also wishes to announce that the waters of the Bosphorus strait are closed to all foreign ships except those bearing trade. If you wish to purchase passage for your ships please contact me in advance to arrange the matter. Needless to say overland passage of armies across the same region is similarly barred, and no price will be negotiated on that subject, but diplomats and merchants are welcome.
Reports of war between the Seljuk Turks and the state of Georgia are most distressing to my Emperor. Does any nation here have contact with the Seljuks to call them here to account for their actions?
:egypt:
MerlinusCDXX
11-27-2009, 00:39
We do not have contact with them at this time, Roman. We are prepared to view them as the primary aggressors in any conflict in which they find themselves, since they are apparently unwilling to engage in honest diplomacy. I'd suggest that your emperor look to the safety of his people, since I cannot answer for the rogue Seljuk state. I will not unsheathe the sword of the Prophet against any nation that defends themselves or their allies from their unwarranted aggression, however I will not condone the slaughter of their people or the destruction of non-military buildings in their cities.
Cultured Drizzt fan
11-27-2009, 01:52
They kill the people of Armenia. That is all I have to know. Sadly I have not the ability to stop them from shedding my peoples blood.
The woman looks to the Roman.
We see the need to police your coasts, Roman masters. But we hope you intend to police no further? The Black Sea has become quite sacred to the Qara-Suu and we value our liberties there.
She turns to the general court.
On that note, the Qara-Suu humbly lay claim to the cities of Kutaisi and Ani. They border the sacred waters and we have already negotiated with the Great Seljuks-- for we have brothers amidst the Armenians and Azeri there also, no?
We are nomads and force no ideology or religion on those cities we own, and we hope such a deal soothes those who are concerned with the Seljuks' expansion there...
The sudden sounds of horns, The retreat call for the Abbasids are heard, moments later what remains of the Caliph's once proud army, simply reduced by no other than the Sultan of The Sejuk's army. Soon after the remains of the caliph's army reaches the walls and moves inside of the city. Thousands (Two Full stacks) under blue banners and flags soon march into sight of Baghdad's walls, and surround the city. A lone messenger with a white flag rides forth. A messenger for the court.
Diplomats from close and far lands alike. The Seljuk Empire wish's no harm to every one here, Our war is with the Caliph of the Abbasid. None of you will be harmed, and all of you, will be aloud to leave by your will. We, the all mighty seljuks have destroyed the Georgians, and all that stood in our way. Now Abbasids Disgrace us with rejecting our alliance proposal that we so generously offered to them. We have a new offer for them.
He opens up the scroll and reads off the list.
- The Complete surrender of Baghdad
- The Execution of the Caliph by our hands.
- Become Vassal of the Seljuk Empire
If you follow all of this, Your heir will be spared, and what is left of your empire will be spared. We await your answer. If no answer is provided... or the absence of my return to the Seljuk Empire will destroy every hoe you have.
The woman smiles, but reels back in some surprise.
The 'execution' of the Caliph? Within the halls of the holiest city of Islam? My... these Seljuks are brave...
The Seljuk Diplomat would look outside the window and doesn't face back to talk.
Either way... The Abbasids will be crushed if they deny. At least one can say the Seljuks offered some mercy for those who disgraced us...
MerlinusCDXX
12-05-2009, 09:03
Who disgraced you, you stinking swineherd ? You are the disgrace. GHULAMS!!!!, kill this piece of camel dung and send his head back to the Seljuk Sultan.
Though the honorless Seljuk dog may kill me by stealth and with a knife in the night, my last act before I reach Paradise is to declare a Fatwa on the Seljuks and their naked aggression.
The Diplomat would be only laughing while being dragged to his death.
What a foolish last act, As it is, No one will follow such a weak ruler. As you side with Infidels, You fled the battle due to you were a Coward! I face my death honorbly while you let your men die in battle and let you run behind walls. There is no escape, You will die and your empire will fall to our Sultan's Hand!
The door would close, in which a slice would be heard and silence.
Ramses II CP
12-05-2009, 18:56
The emissary from Rome bows to the delegate of the Qara-Suu and replies,
Rome makes no grand claims to the waters of the Black Sea, indeed we wish them to remain open to trade for all. We anticipate our diplomat reaching your lands very soon to arrange our tributary relationship; we will also reiterate that Rome makes no claims to the northlands.
The emissary sniffs deeply from his pomander before continuing with a distasteful look on his face,
Now, what is this conflict between the Muslims? The Seljuks are on the march once more is it? Does the Caliph ask aid of his people, and do any come at his call? The battles are far from Roman lands but we pray that a peaceful resolution can be found so that the trade of silk out of the east is not disrupted. Rome is officially neutral in this conflict, should it ever reach her borders, and offers to trade with whomever controls the roads out of the east.
:egypt:
She likewise bows to her Roman masters.
We expect only good things from our lords in Rûm.
Then she looks to the door, where beyond the sounds of the Seljuk's lifeless body dragging in the streets can still be heard.
But these latest events here in Baghdad also concern me.
She turns to the court.
The Muslim kings have remained quiet thus far. Will this fatwa be answered by the other lords of Islam? Or will the Caliph find himself alone in this endeavor?
Thanatos Eclipse
12-06-2009, 01:05
The main hall suddenly thunders as the sounds of the siege steam in through the recently opened doors. A short, limber man slips through the doors and quickly shuts the noise back outside. He takes advantage of the momentary silence to introduce himself,
“I am Shaalm, messenger of the Great Imam Murshed, ruler of the Imamate of Oman. I bring word directly from the Great Imam Murshed.” He grabs two papers from his pocket, but quickly stuffs one of them back in, when he notices Captain Amr approaching. Captain Amr attempts to take messenger Shaalm into a side room to talk in private before he continued, but Shaalm slips underneath Amr’s arm and proceeds to read the letter in his hand. “Dear dignitaries, I am the Great Imam Murshed of the Imamate of Oman. There is a great plague spreading across the land that threatens those of all faiths. For those who believe in the one true Allah, the blasphemous Seljuk have not only insulted this great court of peace by not attending, but they now threaten its very existence. For those of other beliefs, the Seljuk are a parasite and will infest these great lands from the inside out. Therefore I encourage those of all faiths to join the Jihad, for this war is not just about the sanctity of Islam, but the survival of all those who wish to remain free of the Seljuk plague. This is why I would like to declare that the Omani shall be joining th....” at this point Captain Amr grabs Shaalm by the collar, informs the court that 'they have important matters to discuss,' and drags him off to a private chamber, leaving the main hall in silence.
Shaalm was only seen briefly at supper, before quickly retiring to his quarters.
In the evening, with the Caliph too busy to join them, many of the dignitaries return to the main hall to relax and talk (Shaalm notably not among them). Captain Amr had some wine and talked a bit, but soon retired to his quarters. Political conversations quickly turn into whispers and murmurs of the day’s development: ‘Why had the Omani sent a new delegate?’; ‘How did the short, seemingly frightened, mouse like man Shaalm get past the siege?’; 'Why had Captain Amr stopped him in the middle of the letter?' Some of the more observant dignitaries even discussed the subtle change in Shaalm during his short appearance at supper, as if an entirely different man then the one seen earlier was sitting beside them. As if a dark cloud had settled over Shaalm. Most, of course, attributed this to his private ‘discussions’ with Captain Amr. The dignitaries were so caught up in their quite conversations that non noticed the short, limber shadow scurrying along the far wall. The shadow quickly jumped behind a column as a servant passed by. Once the coast was clear again, the shadow slide down an empty corridor and out of sight. Moments later, there was a loud clash and then a booming, almost ominous laughter, flowing out of the corridor and filling the palace. Then a loud scream and the crash of a platter preempted a servant girl as she ran out of the corridor shouting only one word, “Assassin!” Guards and dignitaries alike drew weapons and rushed the corridor the servant had just vacated. They all stop when they came upon Captain Amr, still laughing, as he stood over a lifeless body, laying face down in a pool of its own blood. Captain Amr finally stopped laughing; reached down to turn the body over and search its pockets. It’s the messenger Shaalm, covered in what appear to be a blood soaked assassin’s robe. Amr fishes from the robes a paper, takes a quick look, and quickly stuffs it in his own pocket. Those closest see only that it is some sort of official document, with a sketch that appears to be of Captain Amr, although the blood splatter make it hard to make out. Captain Amr mumbles something about “...Murshed...,” “...it’s started...,” and “...Grand Admiral...” Recognizing there’s a congregation around him, he addresses the crowd, “It appears there is urgent business for me to attend to back home. I will leave my first mate, Femr Ushem, here as my temporary replacement.” He than pulls a servant aside and tells him, “don’t worry about cleaning this up,” he indicates Shaalm’s body. “I will have my crew do it. They’ve gotten lazy stuck at port for so long and besides, if there is one thing they know, it’s how to scrub a deck.” With that, Amr wishes everyone a good night and heads for the exit. Even at this time of night sounds of the siege can still be made out as Amr opens and closes the main doors. The only other disturbance that night is when Femr Ushem and a troop of sailors (all of which take their boots off outside) let in the siege sounds one last time that night. Femr Ushem retires to Amr’s quarters while the sailors work through the night to make the floor spotless once more.
The next day in the courtroom, the lady of the Ghūl publicly addresses the temporary Omani dignitary.
So, master Omani, is the Imamate truly committed to the Caliph's Fatwa... or is this merely one man's opinion?
Thanatos Eclipse
12-06-2009, 02:31
Femr Ushem, an old ragged sailor obviously lost in the myths and traditions he was raised, scowls at being addressed by a woman. He stares at the old woman as if sizing her up, but after a few moments, he grunts than says,
“You heard enough of the letter; Murshed obviously is ready for war.” Femr grumbles something about ‘land lovin’ fool,’ then continues, “And there are many who would follow him, no doubt.” Femr again grumbles something about ‘land lovers’ and ‘real leader.’ “The Grand Admiral hasn’t issued his decision on the matter yet, of course the armies would follow Murshed to the ends of the earth if asked.” Femr starts mumbling again, ‘...end up there...following a land lover...lead them right off the edge...’ At this point Femr starts to head slowly back to his quarts lost in his personal rant. His mumbling becomes quite incoherent at this point, except for his frequent curses, many of which are in languages most of the dignitaries have never heard of.
Thanatos Eclipse
12-06-2009, 02:54
Two sailors who had stayed to assist Femr Ushem got up. While one brought Femr a stiff drink to settle his rising temper down the other addressed the court.
“I am sorry, for Femr Ushem’s behavior. Talking about Murshed gets him worked up. As for commitment, the Grand Admiral wishes to asses the situation before committing forces to such an undertaking.” The sailor than directed his attention to the Lady of the Qara Suu, “You have my deepest apology for any insult Femr might have implied; he is deeply entrenched in his traditions and won’t budge.”
The three sailors then proceed out of the hall, presumably to find a more discrete drinking hole where they could more properly express themselves for an evening.
The Qara-Suu woman suddenly wishes she could leave the chamber and drink with the Omani sailors also--were it not for Femr. Instead, she suddenly finds herself wishing the Caliph's court had an open bar...
barcamartin
12-08-2009, 16:16
Yussuf rises, elegantly emptying his cup of wine before he does so.
In the name of my Sultan, I condemn the siege we are witnesses to right at this time. He does not and will never acknowledge Seljuk dominion over Baghdad. You Seljuks are just greedy and warmongering bastards looking for more power and bloodshed where ever you go! Why do you turn your mighty armies against your brothers of faith, when they have been nothing but peaceful toward your nation? Tell your Sultan that had Ayyubid forces been closer, he would have seen hell on earth. May those who once fought against brothers now rightfully fight against barbarians! Our hearts and prayers are with you, noble Abbasids, and we hope you can fight back these mindless brutes betraying the trust of Allah. We lack the options to aid the Caliph's call for Jihad at this time, but should they arise we will seize them!
Anger pulses through his face as he tries to calm down. Another zip of wine seems to partly do the trick, and he clears his throat before looking out over the assembled again.
In other news, the Holy City of Medina has fallen to Ayyubid warriors, and the Al-Masjid al-Nabawi, Mosque of the Profet, is under the protection of Sultan Salah ad-Din. Mekka too will soon be brought into righteous hands, once more.
Ayyubid armies are also preparing to clear the southern parts of Egypt from the Makurian savages. The Sultan is open to trade and cooperation with all civilized nations, but the Africans are not counted among them. Their brutality has brought pain and misery upon the people along the Nile for too long, and it must end.
Throwing a glance out the open doors, he sighs and takes his seat again.
A few days past, the Seljuk seige grows louder, and great seige towers arise from the ground as high as the city walls. It seems that the army is simply growing, due to small regiment of cavarly, and mercenaries that are being payed to fight for the Seljuks, At night, Music could be over heard, while the seljuks enjoyed all of the trade convoys they loot that were coming to baghdad. It would only be a short time before they launched the attack on the defenders.
TriforceV
12-08-2009, 23:41
A few days past, the Seljuk seige grows louder, and great seige towers arise from the ground as high as the city walls. It seems that the army is simply growing, due to small regiment of cavarly, and mercenaries that are being payed to fight for the Seljuks, At night, Music could be over heard, while the seljuks enjoyed all of the trade convoys they loot that were coming to baghdad. It would only be a short time before they launched the attack on the defenders.
The old Persian diplomat emerges finally from his cambers and speaks with disgust
The Seljuk's who refuse to come to the council in peace, come instead with an army?
it shows the character of foolish cowards.....
The old Persian then sits down, gazes around the excited and frigthen council and reveals and gestures at a parchment...
I have spoken with my government, my couriers are quite cunning at escaping the siege, but he returns with sour news,
I hear that our might Shah, who is most displeased and disgusted with the actions of these cowardly Seljuk fools have refused my request to send an immediate army directly to Seljuks claiming that they are unable, and indisposed elsewhere to presently invade the Seljuks.
he bows his head slightly in shame, and slowly crushes the parchment in his hand
I am sure... the mighty shah has his...reasons....
he glares angrily
....
Suddenly he stands up with a jolt, and his eyes are lighten up with fiery passion, he clutches his sheathed sword and grins maliciously.
Today my friends, is a good day to die!!! Release the hounds of war, I shall at least take some of those Seljuks before they do me in.
He unsheathes his sword and proceeds to the defense on the city walls, with an excitement and fervor of a young kid,
[dramatic Exit]
Very soon after the Persian Diplomat left, The air was filled with Seljuk War horns, and the towers rolled toward the walls. The defenders faught valently. but only did minor casualties to the seljuks, As the armies scaled to 20 to 3 in Seljuk Favor. The low bottom tier of the army did their duty, and opened the gates, The only thing after that could be heard in the court room was screams from the approach of the Seljuk's Royal Horsemen, that war horses were covered in plate mail, much as the rider. After an hour of screams since the gates were breached, The council doors would finally open. It was a ran-sacking crew. As they all grinned at the diplomats, and at what ever they had with them. A group of men followed behind them.
Fools! Get out of here, This is the only house not to be added to our purse!
The men would hurry out, and heavily armored and bloody solders entered the room, with Three men with obvious high superior status, The one leading the two would be no other than Sultan Arslalan, followed by his youngest brother by significant age, and by a highly respected general of the Seljuk Armies. He would walk into the room, almost ignoring the diplomats, seeing what the court was... and smiled...
So... This is what my father said... Baghdad... The court... Finally mine...
One of the soldiers would interrupt him. Sultan, We have captured the Caliph alive after his horse died in combat, What do we do with him?
The Sultan would almost be ignoring him... but simply smiled at the soldier. The Caliph refused our most generous offer, and killed our diplomat we sent to the court room... What should we do? Maybe one of these diplomats would know what to do to this man...? Before any one could answer he quickly held up his finger. Wait... I have a great Idea... Let us show these... Proud Diplomats what we do to this monster... Tie a rope around his ankle, put it on one of our horses, and Ride until sunset within the city walls, Let him bond with the fallen, being dragged in his own blood...
The Soldier simply nodded and went outside, and held the door opened, There you saw the soldiers get rid of the caliph's once decorated armor, and threw him on the ground, he moaned and the rope was tied to his right ankle... a second of there was to watch after the Caliph attempted to say something, the sultan would just be annoyed now.
Let him suffer! RIDE!
At the command, the rider took off, and the caliph was swept away, his body bouncing and dragging off the dead corpse and ruined pathways. The Sultan would only be grinning, and walked out to see the rest of his prize, the general followed, but the younger brother stayed and sighed, and looked to the crowd.
Excuse my brother... He is still abit angry on this war that could have been prevented... any ways... Good to meet you all, I am the Sultan's younger brother, Mahmud of Gorgan. I will be placed head of the Diplomat council. Please make yourself calm as possible, I know you were in the middle of a battle. It is all over though, The Abbasid Caliphate is doomed, As it was, Our armies quickly caught up to the son of the Caliph and was killed. Though, Now that this war is now over... Hopefully my brother's thirst of power will be quenched... Any ways... I hope this town will go back to normal... soon....
He would sigh and sit where the caliph used to sit, awaiting any barrages of insult toward his empire or what not due to this whole incident.
barcamartin
12-09-2009, 12:11
Rising slowly, staring at the Seljuk with shock in his eyes, his face changes into an expression of grief and anger.
There is no need to curse more over the Seljuk barbarism shown here. All I know is we have lost a noble man, a true servant of Allah, in a most humiliating and disgraceful way. I stand by my statement of never accepting Seljuk rule over Baghdad, and definitely not in this way.
You aren't worthy of ruling in such a grand city. I will take my leave, and if my Sultan deems it proper to send another representative here, he will do so. I however, will rather spend my days among the fierce Africans. Savage as they may be they are still are more worthy representatives of civilization than these Seljuk mongrels.
With one last evil glance at the invading Sultan's brother, he pulls his cape tightly around himself and rushes out the doors.
Ramses II CP
12-09-2009, 18:07
The Roman diplomat, having remained calm throughout the troubles, watches the proceedings impassively. When they are complete he sniffs deeply from his pomander and addresses the Seljuk diplomat in a wry tone,
"One presumes Christian representatives will still be welcome in Baghdad? The Emperor has little concern for which faction rules here so long as trade continues to flow, so for my part I acknowledge your accession and congratulate you on your conquest."
The emissary then issues a formal bow before resuming his seat to await an answer, sniffing from his scent ball perhaps just a little more often than usual.
:egypt:
I believe I'm with the Roman diplomat on this. I, too, care little for who owns this city--and I also congratulate you on your victory, mighty Seljuk masters. The Qara-Suu hope we can share wonderful business opportunities in the future...
She bows.
This city will be ofcourse opened to non islamic diplomats. My brother is a conquerer, not a holy soldier. He cares little to expand any more west than he has, That is why he so generously offered Georgian settlements to the Kypchak, and made a peace agreement with the Crusaders, to insure that there would be no "Provoked" reasons. As it is, Our empire is strict on borders, but we will allow trade of silk and such to resume to the west. We appreciate buisness from any nation, as long as they do not provoke us in any way with hostility.
Yes. We do so appreciate your willingness to negotiate with us concerning those territories bordering the Black Sea.
The woman laughs slightly, looking around at the dust from the fires and smoldering debris rolling in from the city outside.
And perhaps this is a good time to bring to light certain occurrences, Seljuk masters.
She coos.
So, sorry lords. We mean no offense in this news we offer to you; but I'm afraid the late Caliph hired us to war with you. We were preparing our armies for the offensive (3 stacks), when the Caliph... perspired.
She smiles.
But, rest assured masters, we owed no loyalty to the Caliph; only his coin. But now... with his coffers in the delicate hands of our Seljuk masters... our loyalties have changed.
She bows once more.
phonicsmonkey
12-10-2009, 00:44
Young Orloomo Bland has remained unflustered throughout the commotion, retaining his usual composure and betraying no emotion in his unusually handsome face.
Having watched the Caliph dragged from the chamber and received the addresses of the Seljuk Sultan, the Roman ambassador and the Qara-Suu, he flicks a lock of dark curly hair away from his face and rises, nonchalantly, to say his piece.
We welcome the Seljuk Sultan as he takes control of this court. In doing so he has demonstrated his strength and gained the fear and respect of all.
The Caliph was decadent and complacent and his overthrow represents the end of a long history of decline from the days when his predecessors (and betters) the Ummayads held sway.
We are pleased to confirm our acceptance of the Sultan's offer of peace. He will find us true to our word, so long as he is true to his.
Thanatos Eclipse
12-12-2009, 19:07
The sounds of the Seljuk’s victory celebration still filled the streets of Baghdad, and it all comes flooding into the court chamber as Captain Amr bursts into the main hall. With excitement and joy emanating from every ounce of his being, he shuts the door behind him and addresses the court.
“Rejoice and praise Allah! I bring joyous news, the “great” Imam Murshed has fallen to his knees at my lord’s feet. The Imamate has collapsed and the Omani Admiralty has risen from the waves. Grand Admiral Walid now leads his people as it always should have been. In his wisdom, he has left the ruling family intact as the ceremonial figure heads of Omani. He believes they are still important as spiritual guides to the people and as his generals on the battlefield, although Murshed himself has been banished to our most distant colony.”
At this point, Captain Amr pauses for a second, his overjoyed excitement fading into a more serious manner. He continues,
“Although the Grand Admiral does not approve of the Seljuk’s attack on the lands of those faithful to Allah, he feels that, since the past can not be changed, as long as the Seljuk truly do not wish to continue to attack the lands of other faithful, then he would like to welcome the great Sultan and the Seljuk to this humble court of diplomacy and peace.”
Once finished addressing the court, Captain Amr goes over to celebrate with Femr Ushem and the two sailors. He pulls out a container of hard Omani navy liquor from inside his coat and passes it around. The four party late into the evening, drinking with anyone who would join them. At one point in the evening, Femr made a toast to the whole court. He raised his glass and said, “Here’s to the Omani Admiralty and the overthrow of the oppressor.” “And to our gracious new host,” Amr added with a smile, “May they fair better then the previous.”
The old woman receives a letter. A few in the room notice the bright red blotches—shaped like an eye—etched onto the scroll. She hands it to her young servant boy, who whispers the message into her ear. Then she nods, smiles, and addresses the Omani
This is truly wonderful news, our Omani masters. We hope your new found sovereignty enjoys many years of peace and prosperity in these lands.
Then she turns to the general court.
Though many in this room have become acquainted with them already, for those who do not know, the Stygian Eye are an assassin and spy guild internationally based throughout these lands.
Currently, it spans kingdoms and many of your brothers and sisters here today are in its service…
She smiles.
But for those who are not… and for those who are… I would like to announce that the guild has grown to such an extent that it is now officially accepting bounties. A Poet has arrived in Baghdad to take your requests. I will relay any messages to him myself, if you wish to remain anonymous. Or, you can simply write him yourselves.
The Poet represents any and all factions within the Stygian Eye. He is anonymous… as you are to him. And I know he looks forward to hearing from you all soon.
She bows low before taking her seat.
“The Poet” (https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/private.php?do=newpm&u=46896) represents our member factions. If you wish to remain anonymous, PM me first and I will then PM The Poet.
Requests are taken on a simple commissioned basis. We handle spying and assassination. Base costs are 50 gold per settlement revealed, 50 gold per agent/army revealed, 500 gold per building sabotaged, 500 gold per agent killed, and 1,000 gold per family member killed. However, the higher you raise your bounties the more likely you will get a quick response. The choice is yours.
Preferably, when you post a bounty, please include a name, target's faction association, last known location (along with the turn # he was spotted there), and perhaps a screenshot of him/her.
The Poet may also contact you and ask you for information. If you help him, you are automatically inducted into the Stygian as an “Outer Circle” member. Outer Circle members are periodically contacted for paying jobs. The more you assist, the closer you get to the “Inner Circle.” Inner Circle members gain access to The Poet account, receive regular commissioned jobs, and gain the additional benefits of being a Stygian.
We hope to do business with you soon…
For now yours,
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DrFitzgerald
12-15-2009, 21:51
The mighty doors of the Council Chambers slowly open to admit new a new delegation. Sliding in through a small gap before the door can be opened is a small man. He has dark eyes and a shock of black hair ruffled onto his head. The lack of hair on his face indicated that he wasn't out of his teenage years yet but he carried himself with the dignity of someone far older and wiser.
Wondering over towards a seat pointed out to him by a guard he finds an old man sleeping in the chair. It must be the deaf mute that said nothing in the Chambers over the past few years. With a look of pity mixed with anger the man kicked him in the shins and glared at him as he awoke. With a pitiful squeak he squandered out of chambers forever. Looking at the shocked delegations from other nations the man turns and starts to speak.
Hello mighty ambassadors of all nations that majestically adorn these chambers.My name is Hasanak, leader of the Deputation sent from Ghazna. We (looking round to see he was the only diplomat sent by the Ghaznavids), I am here to declare that the Ghaznavid's wish only peace in their nation. No nation are our sworn enemies and we will fight for no other nation unless significant relations have been built. I wish you all good health and a desire to see the East purged of war.
Bowing his head, Hasanak swept his robe behind a shoulder and sat on his prescribed seat.
Though the Qara-Suu woman shows a visible frown at the thought of an East "purged of war," she nonetheless turns her blind eyes to the new delegation and extends her arms...
We welcome you, our Ghaznavid masters from afar... who would come so humbly to the courts of those who saw your empire vanquished so long ago...
She smiles.
We wish you well on your desire for peace and should you ever require our aid to insure such a thing, never hesitate to look north, dear friends.
She bows low, then continues her quiet conversation with her young servant boy.
Thanatos Eclipse
12-16-2009, 00:20
"Peace in the East! I'll drink to that," Captian Amr says loudly. "Ay captain, as will I," Femr adds. The Omani sailors all refill their goblets and down them in one gulp. At this point the Omani delegation had been celebrating for days now and were in quite cheery moods, toasting any good news that made it to the ears of the court.
DrFitzgerald
12-16-2009, 01:24
An amused Hasanak chuckles at the antics of the Imamate and stares wistfully into his ever depleting goblet of wine.
Yes, peace would be welcomed. Much work must be put it into discovering this new freedom and it will not go without danger, war will most likely beset my humble nation. I'm sure the Imamate of Oman will contribute to this effort by protecting their Gulf with integrity.
Swivelling lightly on the polished floor Hasanak turns to face the mysterious women from the northern realms and the mercenary Khaganate of the Qara-Suu.
Our Empire vanished in the sands of time due to our Sultan's desiring war in India and the riches it would reap. However, the new court of the Sultan are wise to the physical desire of money and many aspiring commanders now flock the ranks of our ever expanding military. I'm sure that if a time came, the mighty Seljuks of the west would be easily cast out of our great capital, without assuming to much offence on the great Sultan.
On behalf of my majestic Sultan, I offer thanks for your gracious offer. We would be greatly honoured if our military or intelligence failed us so much that we had to resort to hiring the immaculate warriors and spies of your nation. The offer will not be thought lightly upon my lady.
Bowing his head once more to the delegations of the East Hasanak sloops into his chair and drains the last drops of wine from his goblet.
Thanatos Eclipse
12-16-2009, 04:00
"My friend, the Gulf is safe in our hands, but haven't you heard? The oppressive Imamate has fallen and the Omani Admiralty has freed the people of the coast. That is why we Omani celebrate!"
Captain Amr stops long enough to toast with the Omani delegation again, then continues,
"We welcome you to Baghdad, Hasanak, and may you find the peace you seek here in this court."
DrFitzgerald
12-16-2009, 17:02
Ah, the notes of the scribe I hired seem to have not been so detailed as I imagined. I hope you forgive me for my grave error Captain. I'm sure my scribe will get me informed on other matters I have missed from my journey.
The court room was currently being rummaged for any thing that the Seljuk Sultan or the brother, the Newly appointed Diplomat. The Seljuk Diplomat would bark at both of them.
I am sorry to interupt your most un-important and boring news of the Far east. The Sultan will soon crown the New Caliph of Baghdad himself, Caliph Mahmud of Baghdad! There will be soon a ceremony to come. He will become the new leader of Islam.
If any one declares the alliegaince to the fallen Abbasid Caliphate and the now dead heritic caliph, you will be officially at war with the Seljuk Empire.
He would then rummage through the room, to see if any thing he would like...
DrFitzgerald
12-16-2009, 20:58
Arching a delicate eyebrow Hasanak smiles before hiding it in a mask of indifference.
Ah, I'm sorry to bore the ears of the most graceful and wonderful diplomat from the Great Seljuks. I'm sure that in future those in the East will restrain their conversation to more exciting matters. For now though we are pleased with our victories.
As to the crowning of Caliph Mahmud, I wish him luck, though it will remain to be seen if an iron fist can be a suitable leader of the Muslims...
OOC:
I am sorry to interupt your most un-important and boring news of the Far east. The Sultan will soon crown the New Caliph of Baghdad himself, Caliph Mahmud of Baghdad! There will be soon a ceremony to come. He will become the new leader of Islam.
Can we expect a name change, Merlox? Perhaps the Great Seljuk Caliphate! :yes::beam:
Cultured Drizzt fan
12-16-2009, 22:24
The court room was currently being rummaged for any thing that the Seljuk Sultan or the brother, the Newly appointed Diplomat. The Seljuk Diplomat would bark at both of them.
I am sorry to interupt your most un-important and boring news of the Far east. The Sultan will soon crown the New Caliph of Baghdad himself, Caliph Mahmud of Baghdad! There will be soon a ceremony to come. He will become the new leader of Islam.
If any one declares the alliegaince to the fallen Abbasid Caliphate and the now dead heritic caliph, you will be officially at war with the Seljuk Empire.
He would then rummage through the room, to see if any thing he would like...
Frankly I find that as boring as uninteresting as the former news. I have little use for whichever nation claims to be the new Caliphate. It is likely in another dozen years we will see the rise of Another caliph.
(just letting everyone know I am still here :wink: Hopefully I will be able to say more about stuff like this when my new laptop comes in. 9 days and counting. :laugh4::laugh4:)
Ofcourse, The Caliph's son. and as it is, You should have alot of interest, As you are neighboring.
DrFitzgerald
12-17-2009, 20:53
Hasanak elegantly re-enters the chambers after a short while away. His movements are strange to those familiar with him as he sits on a chair at the next table along from where he normally sits. Curious glances are cast in his direction before he stands and gracefully bows to the courtroom.
Foreign dignitaries and ambassadors. I do not stand before you today as the delegation for the Sultanate of Ghazni. No! Instead I stand here as the delegation for most holy nation ruled by Sultan Muhammad of the Ghorids.
I was approached by the Sultan late in the afternoon and he told me dark tales of of both our nations. The Ghaznavids were being invaded and had a few months left before utter destruction. The Ghorids stood as the only Persian-Iranian nation worth mentioning.
I quickly took up the offer from Sultan Muhammed and join their loyal ranks. I now represent them in their struggle for survival. I do have word though that our mighty nation has recovered from their debts and intend to expand into a few neighbouring provinces.
Respectfully bowing his head as usual Hasanak returns to his seat.
A wise decision, noble Persian. We look forward to hearing from the Ghorid delegation equally so.
She bows.
OOC:
Sorry Dr, I would have retconned your ambassador as a Ghorid, but I forgot to do that earlier. :tongue:
You seemed to have handled it nicely though. :2thumbsup:
Kamelya Kadri's young servant boy comes in the room and bows to her. He guides the blind woman's hand to a letter, placing it in her frail grasp. She unfurls the scroll and runs her fingers across the wax markings burnt onto the page. She sighs, then hands the paper back to the boy and addresses the court...
Seljuk masters, why do you go against your word and take those lands which border the sacred waters? More specifically, your current occupation of Kutaisi? Has the new Caliphate grown so big that it forgets its small friends in the Steppes?
She coos.
The Seljuk Diplomat would only laugh.
We are not taking these grounds, we are simply getting rid of the rebels, and giving you the lands, As it is, The Sultan refuses that any army stands idles as long as there are rebels neighboring, Please send a diplomat, and just simply request the settlement. I did not realize that the Black Khan would jump to hostilities of an act of friendship. We only do this, To help our small friends of the steppes. As it is, Ani may fall the next season, to also help you.
The woman coos again.
Ah. Forgive, my pessimism Seljuk masters. Simply 'twas with your unannounced kindness.... coupled with the recent influx of your spies into the Steppes... that we jumped to conclusions. Of course, you know you are equally welcome to trade map information freely with us. There is no need for cloak and daggers, Sadik.
... especially with us.
DrFitzgerald
12-18-2009, 20:23
With a broad smile on his face Hasanak rises from his seat and addresses the Chamber.
It is my privilege to announce that the Ghorid Sultanate and the Khwarezm Shah have successfully concluded peace agreements. In return for peace and yearly trade the Shah has been granted a free right to rule over the territory they won rightfully off us and have been allocated a free reign to do what they wish with the Sultanate of Ghazni as it is. We hope this is the start of a blossoming relationship.
However, our mighty Sultanate will not be idle in the time of peace gracefully gifted to us. We are at war with the surrounding rebellious states and will shortly incorporate all of them into our nation. We are also campaigning against the Chauhan Rajputs in the East. These Hindu's think they can control lands that are rightfully the Muslims? Yes they do! For this insolence we will purge them off this planet and incorporate their vast and rich provinces into our great Sultanate, as a warning to the other Hindu's who dare trespass on rightful Muslim territory.
Signing off with a respectful bow Hasanak sits down.
The lady turns to the Ghorid.
Wonderful news, Ghorid masters. I'm sure it will be yet another excuse for the Omani delegation to break out their wine...
With a somewhat distasteful look, she turns a brief glance over to the debaucherous Omani sailors.
OOC:
You mean the Chauhan Rajputs? There isn't a Sultanate of Delhi in this game as far as I know. :clown:
They're still Hindu. :beam:
DrFitzgerald
12-18-2009, 21:03
Ah yes, you are right. They are the Chauhan Rajputs. I completely forgot what the faction name was when I was writing this up so I searched the TWC BC forum and found a thread called the Sultanate of Delhi. I knew they were based in Delhi (obviously) so it seemed the most likely solution. Grr! Editing.
Thanatos Eclipse
12-19-2009, 00:00
Ignoring the witch’s sarcasm, Captain Amr finishes reading the letter in his hand and then addresses the court.
“It appears that in celebration of the Omani’s recent freedom and to honor this court...and its new hosts, the Omani are gifting three of our greatest books to this court's library. It will take a few days for them to get here, but hey, have a drink NOW, on US, anyways...In celebration of course.”
With a big, somewhat creepy smile on his face, Amr sits down and goes back to sifting through the letters in front of him.
OOC
just don't worry about the powdery substance he slipped in your drink, it is of no consequence :beam:
phonicsmonkey
12-19-2009, 00:19
Seigneur Bland raises a single eyebrow at the exchange between the Seljuks and Qara-Suu before turning to the Seljuk vizier and asking him:
Sirrah is it true that in the sack of Baghdad the Great Library was burned to the ground? My sources tell me that in the fire all of the great works of Islamic literature and science were lost...
...all three of them!
He laughs at his own joke before turning to his closest neighbour and saying, behind his hand,
The greatest tragedy, or so I'm told, is that only two of them had already been coloured in!
The Seljuk Diplomat was confused at the Franks.
There was no fire. The Library was sacked, and the sultan might give back the books, or turn it into their capital.
Trade Advisers have came up with an idea with the Franks. Even though Mosul has been considered neutral territory, The Seljuks will pay the Franks 5,000 if they can occupy Mosul for respects of destroying the rebel As they might need it now due to their Crusading forces have reached Constantinople (Hinted by the tripple military bar graph increase., (1 unit garrison) and use it as a trade hub to Kingdom of Jerusalem
Would the Honorable king accept this?
phonicsmonkey
12-20-2009, 02:25
Orloomo Bland receives a written message, frowns while reading it and turns to respond to the Seljuk.
Well, it seems you have gone ahead and taken control of Mosul, against our agreement which you yourself proposed, without waiting for our response and initiating a state of war with us in the process.
This is an extremely unusual and risky way to conduct diplomacy sir.
We will accept the 5000 florins, but in future we expect you to respect our agreements and negotiate with us before taking military action.
This is the only time we will allow such an act of war to pass without retribution.
Be warned.
The Seljuk Diplomat would act quite confused.
In private, You told us that diplomats from you would come to collect the 5,000. We see no problem in what we did, considering we did not hurt any one in the process.
Alas, what harsh politics rule this court.
She lays the back of her hand upon her head.
We hope our own dealings go more peacefully. Speaking of which, a man named Akin is on his way to request the settlements Kutaisi and Ani. I trust these deals will go down more smoothly and without any delay, because we refuse to participate in such needless belligerence...
... we don't make threats.
The Seljuk diplomat smiles and nods at the old woman.
Akin... I'll have my men informed at once.
Thanatos Eclipse
12-21-2009, 10:08
A messenger enters the court, followed by his slave hauling three enormous books. Each had an elaborately decorated cover; two with gold covers and one ivory. Captain Amr, sitting with the Omani delegation, perks up at the sight.
"It seems the Omani gifts have arrived!" Amr took a look at the books; he seemed excited as he looked at the gold covered books, but upon reaching the ivory book he became crestfallen. "It seems the Admiral thought it...wise to include that...biography they wrote over me." Clearly irritated, Amr directs the messenger towards the court library. Heading back to his seat he mumbled, "I bet the Admiral is having himself a good laugh about that one." Sitting down in his seat, he yanks the drink out of the hand of the sailor beside him and downs it all at once.
Amr's mood did not improve for awhile and it effectively put an end to the Omani delegation's continuous celebrations.
The Seljuk Diplomat would sigh.
Maybe the seljuk people will read it once you do some more feats other than bully some old religious people.
He would chuckle alittle.
Thanatos Eclipse
12-21-2009, 19:08
Femr’s face goes completely red; he clenches his fist as they start shaking; fire seems to leap into Femr’s eyes as his rage gets ready to burst out all over the Seljuk diplomat. Amr, expecting this reaction from the old sailor, has two of his crew drag Femr out of his chair and walk him quickly out of the room and back to his quarters where he can rant in private. Captain Amr then turns to the Seljuk diplomat and says calmly.
“Religious, HA! Those tyrants forgot about their duties to Allah and their people long ago. It is only out of the Admiral’s care for his people that he has allowed those tyrants to live so that they can return to their humble spiritual duties once more. If you actually read those books, you would have learned that the Admiralty freed the Omani from the slavery, oppression, and ‘bullying’ we suffered under those ‘old religious people’.”
Amr walks out of the room and the Omani delegation isn’t seen for a couple of days. It is widely assumed that they are “cooling down” at a more accepting location.
The woman laughs.
And diplomacy falls by the way side again.
She picks up one of the Omani books and continues to have her servant boy read to her.
At least someone has bothered to populate that wretched library here.
The boy turns a page.
Something is amiss in the courtroom. There is a change in the air, but it carries with it the scent of something old—something familiar—thought destroyed. The new Caliph has yet to be announced by the Seljuks and there is a mysterious dissension within their ranks. The Sultan's brother has been absent for several days and the court is growing restless.
All await the news of this new culling in Baghdad, and the air is thick with speculation, gossip, and expectation...
A Seljuk guard turns sideways to see the old woman waving her finger to him. There is a smile on her face as her gnarled fingernail beckons him over. He lets loose his position and starts towards her. Standing in front of her table, he claps his halberd on the floor and lowers his head, “What is it, woman?”
She smiles and turns to the young boy beside her, “Up, boy.”
Suddenly, the scared young boy who has been by her side all this time changes. His eyes become feral. His teeth form into a horrible maw. He growls once as he leaps at the guard, an impossible strength in his young body propelling him forward. He draws a dagger around the man’s neck and at the same time slams his head into the table in front of the witch.
The guard screams but his companions stop once they see the dagger hanging low at his jugular. The boy behind him pants and shakes, drooling slightly from his chattering teeth—inching the dagger just closer to the man’s throat—drawing just a bead of blood from his sweaty skin.
“Can you tell your absent masters,” the woman says, leaning in close. Behind the guard, the boy continues to rock and chatter—rock and chatter. “that unless we receive Kutaisi and Ani this season, our ghūl will leave the north and cover your lands beneath the hoof prints of our horses and the cries of your children?” She leans in closer. "Can you, my male master?"
The guard nods his head and as soon as he does so, the boy on top of him throws him away and crawls into the woman's lap. The man hits the floor with a thud and his companions gather around him to help him up.
The boy on the woman's lap hisses at them all—the old woman above him stroking his fur—cocking her head—continuing to smile.
Thanatos Eclipse
01-05-2010, 00:47
The Omani delegation breaks out in laughter at the sight of the guard being easily handled by the small boy. They start to discuss amongst themselves the value and many ‘uses’ of such a ‘pet’, but when the conversation turns to the magic behind a creature like that, Captain Amr just snorts and goes back to sifting through his pile of letters. Femr and the other Omani spend the rest of the evening discussing magic and myths of old. There was even a subtle hint of actual respect coming from Femr whenever he mentioned the Qara Suu witch.
MerlinusCDXX
01-08-2010, 01:39
A man in old style Caliphate regalia steps into the room
I regret our late absence from these chambers, as we have just dealt with the details of finalizing the recent regime change in the Caliphate. We are pleased to announce the new Caliph Tegin Toghrul, upon him be peace. The Caliphate announces the absorption of the Seljuk army into her ranks. As of now, the Oghuz Turks and the Arabs of Mesopotamia are as one. The faithful in the Oghuz lands were dissatisfied with the renegade former Sultan Arslanshah's aggressive misinterpretation of Islam. With the help of the foremost among the Seljuk General Staff, Arslan has been deposed and arrested. He is currently being transported to Baghdad to face the judgment of the Ulema and the Caliph. We hereby reopen diplomatic relations with all peaceful and reasonable nations that wish them. To the Qara Khagan, we have ceded Ani and Kutaisi as agreed by our predecessor, though we take dim view of the threatening posture shown by the Khagan's representatives. We advise that you do not do so again, for you may not enjoy what you unleash. The Caliph deems this instance as if it never happened, but will not suffer such insolence in his own court again.
Inshallah, and may a new era of peace grace our nations.
The woman bows.
Oh, forgive me, masters. But your predecessors seemed to only understand threats and violence. We were unaware of this regime change. But with the faithful at this empire's helm again, we look forward to more peaceful negotiations in the future...
MerlinusCDXX
01-08-2010, 02:01
It is of no import. We were unaware that you were addressing whom you thought to be Arslan's representatives. We shall consider this a misunderstanding, and hope we may come to a more perfect understanding, that we may keep the peace.
barcamartin
01-08-2010, 18:30
A man silently enters the room, suspicisouly glaring at the guards and frequently tossing glances behind him. He is short and dressed in unremarkable grey and brown tunics. Overall, he looks like a perfectly ordinary man.
I come here on behalf of Ayyub, governor of the Holy City of Al-Quds and humble servant of Sultan Salah ad-Din of the Ayyubids.
My purpose here is to enquire about the state of this city and it's rulers. Is it true that the tyranny of the Seljuk mongrels has been overthrown? Has the vile creature calling himself a sultan been disposed of? Are opposers to the brute Seljuk invasion once more welcome?
If the answers to all above are yes, I shall send word to my masters and take my place here as the new ambassador of Sultan Salah ad-Din.
Sliding to his right, he places himself near the corner of the room, presumably to have at least two sides safe from any unexpected violence from the council hosts.
phonicsmonkey
01-09-2010, 08:06
Orloomo Bland sniffs haughtily and turns to the recently arrived Ayyubid diplomat, saying under his breath,
It is impossible to tell, my friend, exactly what is going on around here...
With that, he stands to address the Court, a bored expression on his face as he reads from a scroll in a monotone voice,
Lords of the East, the rebel Takavor of Armenia has been subdued and his lands subsumed into the Crusader States. Let this be a warning to those who would openly threaten and defy the mighty Crusader King Baldwin.
He sits once more and resumes filing his delicate nails.
barcamartin
01-10-2010, 13:20
I see, I see. I can only hope for the best, and at least be treated with respect and dignity as the diplomatic representative I am.
Sending a message-boy running out through the doors, he moves to the main table, takes a seat and gestures for some water and food.
Meanwhile, the aggressive expansion of our northern neighbours continues, and this time it is our former allies, and always brothers, of the Turkish that have been assaulted. However, on behalf of my master, I can naught but sigh and accept this fact. The Turks have been unwilling to commit to any diplomatic relations, except the alliance we offered them several years ago. The Turkish Sultan's lack of proper leadership has lead his people to this, and there is nothing my nation will or can do about it. We remain friendly and neutral to the Franks.
The woman nods.
Yes. The silence of the Turkish Sultan is tragic. Had he been more willing, the Qara-Suu would have been happy to lend their services to them.
But perhaps with Rome on the rise, better business opportunities await still...
Welcome back, Egyptian masters.
She bows.
TriforceV
01-11-2010, 17:37
the sounds of footsteps echo the hall for a few moments before a crash of the door is invited by a new young Kwarezem ambassador dressed in full warrior attire he is accompanied by a dozen entourage of bodyguards with hands on sheathed swords.
"I am the new Kwarezem ambassador sent by our people to exercise the wishes of our Shah in regarding matters of foreign policy"
the bodyguards clear a path for the Kwarez diplomat, as he takes a seat on the council chair, lean backs and puts his feet on the table in front of him
"I apologize for my late arrival, but our Shah was still very upset over the death of his good friend and previous ambassador to this court, who was murdered by the Seljuk invaders. "
The young diplomat slowly unsheathes his warrior knife, and examines the blade as he continues to speak
" But there was more of a practical reason why I was sent here, one that propelled our Shah to finally send me to discuss most urgent matters...."
" Specifically, I would like to extend my warmest welcome to Captain Amr of the Omani, Our spies report, that one of these Omani armies have been sited, relinquishing the previous siege of Bam so that they can besiege instead Zanja, An area that they suspected the Shah's interest to lay, and yet instead of capturing Bam, they got greedy, and wanted Zanja for themselves.. Tisk tisk!"
"I will warn the good Captain and his sea smelling people to inform his leaders to lift the seige of Zanja and gently remove their forces from the area, If you do not then do so at your own risk, the Shah does not simply turn his eyes away from lands he wants, whoever may own it at the moment...
You have been warned..."
"... that is all"
Thanatos Eclipse
01-12-2010, 00:54
While the rest of the Omani delegation is taken aback by the Kwarezem's rude return and accusations, Captain Amr remains stoic. He rises slowly and then calmly addresses the court.
“Ah, it is good to see the Kwarezem have returned to the court, but there is no need to return in a foul mood. You should be happy that the blood-thirsty dog of the Seljuk has been overthrown by ones that he once thought crushed. The Caliphate has risen again.”
Amr pauses, focusing his address on just the Kwarezem ambassador now.
“Since the loss of your brave predecessor, we have had no contact with Kwarezem and no way of knowing where your interest might lie. In regards to Bam, we never besieged it, the locals were just hindering our progress around it. Now, our maps of the sea and coast might be the best, our maps of the mainland are quite lacking. Our cartographers had figured your nearest boarders to be much farther north, so we did not consider that we might be encroaching on territory that you already assumed was yours. Our intent had been to take Zanja for its river access, surely not to offend your sultan.”
Amr smile to the Kwarezem ambassador.
“As an act of good will we shall let you have Zanja, but I do hope next time you have a problem, you will not be so quick to jump to conclusions and go about solving it in a more civilized manner. This is after all a court of peace.”
TriforceV
01-12-2010, 02:35
While the rest of the Omani delegation is taken aback by the Kwarezem's rude return and accusations, Captain Amr remains stoic. He rises slowly and then calmly addresses the court.
“Ah, it is good to see the Kwarezem have returned to the court, but there is no need to return in a foul mood. You should be happy that the blood-thirsty dog of the Seljuk has been overthrown by ones that he once thought crushed. The Caliphate has risen again.”
Amr pauses, focusing his address on just the Kwarezem ambassador now.
“Since the loss of your brave predecessor, we have had no contact with Kwarezem and no way of knowing where your interest might lie. In regards to Bam, we never besieged it, the locals were just hindering our progress around it. Now, our maps of the sea and coast might be the best, our maps of the mainland are quite lacking. Our cartographers had figured your nearest boarders to be much farther north, so we did not consider that we might be encroaching on territory that you already assumed was yours. Our intent had been to take Zanja for its river access, surely not to offend your sultan.”
Amr smile to the Kwarezem ambassador.
“As an act of good will we shall let you have Zanja, but I do hope next time you have a problem, you will not be so quick to jump to conclusions and go about solving it in a more civilized manner. This is after all a court of peace.”
The Kwarezem diplomat observes the Omani Captain inquisitively
"Good Captain!,
You must understand, I nor my government meant any rudeness on our part, It just the way in which we conduct our foreign policy..."
The Kwarezem diplomat proceeds to thump the tip of his sword and gaze at jagged blade longingly
"Some may not understand our ways, Captain.. We wage war with the sword, but we also make peace with it too.. in other words, while we feel there is a place for diplomacy with speech, we prefer more action as its effects are often louder than words..."
The Kwarezem diplomat then sheaths his knife and leans back, removing his gaze from the Omani Captain
"I'm pleased that you have agreed with our terms Omani, the Shah will be delighted that he need not commit himself to more ugly endeavors.
Whats more, your quick response will earned you his respect and will address you as such in the future as you are deserving."
Three men walk into the Council chamber. At either side is a tall man in the prime of his life, with hair closely cropped and practical clothes in muted colors. Both are of obviously military bearing, although neither is wearing a sword. In between them strides a man of less than average height, struggling to keep up to the others. He is slender and slightly balding, wearing fine clothing but with unmemorable features. The three men walk up to the Roman diplomat where the balding man exchanges words with him. The diplomat starts to argue, but at a look from one of the soldiers sighs and lets himself be escorted out. The balding man then steps to the center of the Council Chamber
Greetings, I am Akakios ek Rhodos. Due to a debilitating illness, the Emperor Manuel has decided to retire for a time, leaving the empire in the hands of General Koulianos Kalananos until he recovers. We do not expect any major change in Imperial policy to occur due to this, however, some of the Emperor's papers have been lost so a private reminder of any especially important treaties the current administration might not know of would be appreciated.
With the rogue Turkish faction that occupied our lands defeated and dispersed we expect this to be an age of prosperity for the Empire and other nations, as well as one of peace.
The Empire must stress, however, that the provinces of Komnya and Amasia are staked for Imperial takeover from remnants of the Turks, and any move on them by another nation would be met with force.
The woman smiles and bows.
We hope the best for our Ally's emperor, and are happy to hear of the Turk's final destruction. Their bloodline ended, their armies disbanded... and I hope the blades of our assassins and the strength of Roman arms will work on the field of battle again.
The boy who not too long ago seemed mentally conditioned to be an animal rushes back into the courtroom. He seems unaware of the event which last occurred with the Seljuk guard and has since then returned to the young, quiet messenger/translator he had been from the beginning. The woman receives a letter from him and pats him on the head, beckoning him to read it to her. When he is finished, a dark smile slithers up the old woman's cheeks. She turns to address the court.
There is a state of war between the Qara-Suu Khağanate and the new Seljuk Caliphate. The ghūl are merely answering the calls of our invisible employers and we mean no ill will towards the Muslims or their great Caliph...
She smiles.
Nonetheless, I ask that the empires here keep watch over this conflict in the coming seasons. Consider it a... demonstration of our services... services which you may one day like to pay for.
She holds her hands up and bows.
The will of the Khağan. The will of the contract, sadiqs. Blessed be this courtroom.
She takes her seat.
phonicsmonkey
02-04-2010, 05:28
The young knight Orloomo Bland has not been seen at Court for some days. His chambers in the Palace are empty and his whereabouts are unknown. It appears that, along with the rest of King Baldwin's delegation, he has simply left the city of Baghdad altogether.
The ghul woman bows low.
We are happy to hear of the wonderful successes of the Maharaja and the joining of his and the Shah's great armies!
She coos.
But please understand before you leave, master. We have eyes and ears all over these lands. If we wanted to chart the territories of your mighty empire, we would merely speak to a Poet. So, in the exchange of map information, we have very little to gain, sadiq.
And besides... what is most unknown has most power, no?
She smiles.
The Qara-Suu woman reviews the letter for a moment, then slowly brings it up to her nostrils.
Ew... is this paper actually made out of Opium?
She turns to whisper to her servant.
Can they do that?
Not too long afterward, another Qara-Suu messenger enters the courtroom. He unfolds a scroll and reads quietly to Kamelya. Then the old woman nods and shoos him away. Finally, she turns to address the court.
For those looking on at our humble war with the good Caliphate... it seems a number of cities have fallen to the swords and hooves of the ghūl. These cities are as follows:
Tbilisi
Yerevan
Dvin
Shamakha
Ganja
Ardabil
Tabriz
And it appears a large Caliphate force outside of Kermanshah was also destroyed. And now I hear Kermanshah, Amol, Qazvin, and Rayy are under siege.
She holds her hand up and bows.
For the contract Sadiqs, and may we one day work for you.
She takes her seat.
phonicsmonkey
03-03-2010, 00:13
The ambassadors and dignitaries of the Court had been aware for the preceding weeks of the Crusaders' advance through the lands of the Seljuk Caliph. First Mosul, then Kirkuk and Samara had fallen, and refugees from these battle zones had been streaming through the gates of the capital, first a trickle, then a flood of displaced humanity leading livestock and bearing with them the scant possessions they had been able to salvage in their hurried retreat.
Then, it was rumoured that the Crusading armies marched on Baghdad itself and sure enough one morning their blue and gold banners were sighted on the horizon and Mahmud of Gorgan was sent by the Caliph with a mercenary army to defend the city outside the walls.
All who watched from the city walls were dismayed as his makeshift force were utterly defeated and fled back inside the city. Even the great walls of Baghdad were to provide no refuge for the Seljuks, as great siege engines were brought to bear on them, shattering the stone and ripping open a gaping wound through which poured the armies of Christ, seeking out Mahmud and his garrison and cutting them down to a man.
Then the crusading forces withdrew to a camp outside the city and word was sent to the denizens of the palace that their new rulers bade them attend a meeting at the former court of the Caliph.
So here they all are, gathered in the court room in small groups, whispering and speculating about what is to come next.
With a fanfare of trumpets, the doors of the Court are flung open, and in comes Orloomo Bland, resplendently attired in a set of purple silk robes in the Arabian style, that the courtiers could swear they last saw draped over the Seljuk Vizier.
Madames et monsieurs, I welcome you to the Court of the Crusader King Baldwin. His majesty sends his warmest regards and regrets that he cannot attend in person this morning to greet you all personally.
As you will have noticed, our former hosts are no longer in control of the great city of Baghdad. In fact it is the first time in history that a Christian King has raised his flag over this magnificent burg.
Many of you will be rightly concerned at this development but let me assure you that the right of the people of Baghdad to worship as they choose will not be interfered with; and what contents there are in the Great Library will be retained for posterity.
It is King Baldwin's aim, like the great Alexander before him, to rule his subjects in a style permissive of their cultural differences and not to impose his own strongly held beliefs upon them.
Should the benighted peoples of this land choose not to see the glory of Christ, that is their own concern and while opportunities will be presented to them to make the right decision it will not be forced upon them.
So with that, I present myself to you as the King's representative at Court - a Vizier if you will.
Bland sits down looking self-satisfied.
Kamelya rises and claps.
Welcome back, Orloomo. You're looking tidier than ever. And your friends have certainly entered this city in much less a ruckus than those Seljuk brutes did—pillaging a religious capital and murdering a holy man... not even we would do such a thing...
She shrugs.
... for free.
She smiles and bows low to the court's new host.
Welcome, sadiqs. Long live your reign here...
She takes her seat and whispers to the boy beside her:
...'cos I'm tired of this wretched city constantly changing hands.
Then she turns to courtroom, waiting to see the others' reaction...
phonicsmonkey
03-06-2010, 12:54
Orloomo looks puzzled.
Why I've no idea sir - where is this sandy throne of which you speak?
The woman bows.
We are happy to hear of the Maharajah's successes in the far east. And should your fledgling empire ever require aid, sadiq, we hope you will never think us too far away to look to the North.
She smiles and then turns to the general court.
Two matters. First....
She turns to the Roman.
Roman masters, Boyan Inal of House Kurtoglu has offered his aid to you at the siege of Erzurum. Should you wish to continue to Van, he will accompany you there as well--offering to bring even more soldiers should you like.
We value our partnership and hope it will continue, sadiqs. And we wish your good emperor well during his illness and hope his Steward, Koulianos Kalananos, will look well upon us... as Manuel did in his time.
She turns back to the general court.
The last matter is this:
You have seen our capabilities against the Caliphate and have seen our tenacity to The Contract. Yet, for those not wishing to hire us, but who wish to keep themselves safe against us, know that we are willing to discuss tribute deals with any such party. We do not wish chaos to ensue and mad paranoia to sweep these lands. We will not accept contracts against parties who pay these tributes, and this should calm the fears and mistrust that might otherwise plague our nations.
The details of these tribute deals have been passed to each of you and I hope you will at least consider looking over them when you have the time.
She bows low to the courtroom and its new leaders, before, again, taking her seat.
OOC:
Every tribute deal insures I will not take a contract against you while the tribute is still active. Tribute deals will be reopened every five turns, with the possibility of increasing or decreasing the required tribute costs depending on the current political climate(s) in your region.
SilverShield
03-15-2010, 13:23
The doors of the throne room open. A new face enters the holy halls of the Caliph.
A tall bald man wearing orange and yellow caftan walks into the hall.
Every three steps he flings himself to the ground, resting for three seconds just to get up to take another three steps flinging to the ground again. He is doing so until he reaches the circle of the diplomats.
He now stands up and raises his voice.
I am Kushinagar, monk of the order of Theravada.
I am here to represent the new rulers of Sindh. He pauses.
With eyes filled with joy he continues.
I proudly announce that Sindh has now returned to the faith of its ancestors. Sindh now is a Buddhist Kingdom. From now on it will be known as the Buddihst Realm of Sindh.
He is looking into the round of the remaining envoys.
As Buddhists we seek no war with any nation or religion. We are looking for cultural exchange and wish to establish trade with every kingdom.
Any diplomatic action shall be discussed with me.
He pauses again. He then sits down on the floor cross legged taking a deep breath.
May Peace be upon all of us. May Buddha be our eternal teacher.
He then closes his eyes and starts meditating quietly.
The woman stands and bows.
May I be the first to welcome you here, stranger.
Our eastern borders know much of Buddha. His teachings carry on the lips of those bordering the Qara-Qhitai.
We are impressed you would abandon the philosophies of Muhammad and choose to embrace the thoughts of Siddhārtha. Though, no doubt, this may put you at odds with some of your neighbors...
She smiles.
Should that happen, sadiq, please never be afraid to look to the north... we are always willing to serve in times of trouble.
She bows low and takes her seat.
phonicsmonkey
03-15-2010, 23:59
Bland is reclining at leisure in his purple silks, eating grapes with his feet draped nonchalantly over the arm of the former Caliph's throne. At the entry of the Sindhi monk he sits up a little straighter and is about to say something when he is interrupted by the Qara-Suu.
He waits patiently for her to finish and then clears his throat deliberately, before proceeding.
Welcome Eastern traveller to the halls of the Crusader King Baldwin, Lord of the Levant, Satrap of Syria and Baron of Baghdad!
Your good offices are appreciated here and it is with interest that we note your official conversion to......that other eastern sect.
If your beliefs are as fluid and pliable as they appear, would it be rude to suggest you might consider converting to Christianity, that your people might be spared the eternal fires of damnation?
Simply a suggestion, bear it in mind if you will...
SilverShield
03-17-2010, 22:05
It is early morning. The sun just rises above the minarets of Baghdad. It is the time when Kushinagar is having a last look at this great city before he passes the next dune and the citys silhouette vanishes in the distance.
Kushinagar had a dream last night in which the Wise and Great Ashoka himself appeared to him. He asked Kushinagar to move on and spread the word.
Kushinagar now is on his way to the far lands of Africa to spread the Wisdom of Buddha.
Before he left Kushinagar asked some Sindhi Silk Road merchants to deliver any important news to the Sindh.
lol sorry but i cant go on role playing this dude lol that friendly, calm, enlightened monk is too much out of my character. i tried but it aint working. i ll come up with something new
Thanatos Eclipse
03-30-2010, 03:37
After the Buddhist monk had left, obnoxious sobbing draws the attention of those nearest to the Omani table. Femr, crying in his drink and a glazed look in his eyes, drunkenly says “I’m going to missss that bald (hic) little guy...” He pauses to take a swig of his drink, sloshing most of it on the sailor beside him, then continues “with his fanatical ritualsss and pass-(hic)-ifist babble, what a ssswell guy.”
Thinking Femr was drunk, the sailor tried to help him up and take him back to his room. Femr just shook him off and spoke again, “But you know what, you know what! I’ll tell you why that monk was so darn happy all the time, it was those Sindh drugs. I’ve sure been happy since he got here! Stuff’s strong enough to topple an elephant. And I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you....” Femr trails off for a second.
His brow furrows as if suddenly struck by a depressing thought. His eyes snap back into focus and he seems to instantly sober up. “I’ll tell you this, that monk is a damn fool, thinking he’ll go off and magically convert people. Only three things I know of that can change a persons mind: coin, sword, and...” Femr looks around the room, smiles, then continues “well the third might not be so proper to say in a civilized court such as this.”
Captain Amr just sits back and laughs as two, then three sailors try to ‘help’ Femr to his room after his drunken rant. All the time, Femr insisting that he's sober enough for a few more drinks. Captain Amr eventually has to step in when Femr broke a chair over one of the sailor’s head. As Captain Amr took his old friend for some fresh air, the two mostly unscathed sailors help their wounded comrade up and the three of them hobble back to the quarters where they can recuperate.
Kamelya picks up a copy of the Qur'an and begins to fiddle through it, whispering to herself...
I'm pretty sure there's something about intoxication in here...
TriforceV
04-07-2010, 20:08
The Kwarez diplomat emerges from his chambers, and approaches the podium
It has been too long I have last spoke!
Our Shah has been too busy centralizing his empire to dwindle in diplomatic affairs,
and as a result I have grown accustom to your women and drink.
But duty calls!
The kwarez diplomat takes out a parchment and raises it for all to see
Heath my words council members, for my Shah now wish to conduct diplomacy with you fine people...
1. First, I shall deal with the good,
The Shah, has noticed that the mighty Kypchak Confederacy has grown strong and powerful!, The Shah is very impressed, and admire the ferocity and warrior ethos of these tribal people. For this reason he wishes to extend an alliance with these people, so that together we can prosper.
2. Second, our Shah wishes to speak with Rajput Empire,
The Shah is glad with their present policy of peace and mutual respect for our border, as a result, we noticed that the Rajputs have moved his troops away from the border, the Rajputs have our respect for this, and as a result we have done the same.
This shall continue so long as peaceful prospects between our empire persists, our ambitions in the East is over, we hope you feel the same with the West
3. Third, we send our peaceful greetings to the Sindh,
The Shah is respectful of this small but fierce nation, but we send a warning, your expansion Northwest must cease, our spies have noticed the advances towards lands desired by the Shah. Do not expand into these lands, especially if you cannot properly defend it, I would suggest for the continued peace between our people that you retreat your forces, and contact us for discussion on proper land desires and claims, and we will be happy to negotiate with you some kind of compromise.
The Kwarez diplomat after delivering his message, steps down off the podium and carefully rolls up the diplomatic parchment
Now if you will all excuse me, but I have more womanizing and drink to attend too, our Shah will keep in touch.
The kwarez diplomat walks out of the council, back to his chambers
- Kwarez Shah
The Kypchak woman smiles.
Of course. It would be an honor to accept an alliance with our great neighbors, the Shahdom of Khwarezm.
She hits the boy next to her and shoos him away.
Go tell them we accept!
Then she turns back to the court, smiling again.
And we extend the same offer to our neighbors, the great Crusader States.
Of course... know that these alliances do not guarantee we will not accept contracts for or against you. But it does guarantee that--until such time. sadiqs--we will call you friend and aid you in your endeavors to grow and maintain your borders.
May fate be good to you.
She takes her seat.
phonicsmonkey
04-08-2010, 00:01
Orloomo Bland swings his legs down from the arm of the Caliph's throne and onto the polished marble of the dais. He rises to his feet and sweeps his purple cape back over his shoulder before addressing the courtroom.
We are pleased to see our great allies the Khwarezm prosper. The Sindhi would be wise to come to some peaceful arrangement with them, for they are mighty indeed.
Turning to the old woman, he bows deeply before continuing.
Madame, we should be most pleased to accept your offer of alliance. The rise of your great nation has not gone un-noticed by his Majesty and we seek only peace with our new neighbours.
Thanatos Eclipse
04-08-2010, 05:13
An Omani messenger scurries into the courtroom carrying a satchel full of letters. As he reaches the Omani table, he digs through his bag and pulls out a couple letters, throwing them onto the center of the table. As the sailors sort through them, the messenger walks over to Captain Amr, considers dumping his bag out, but decides otherwise. Amr happily accepts the stuffed bag and starts digging though it. From an inside jacket pocket, the messenger pulls out a letter, marked with the official seal of the Admiralty. “You might want to read this first, Captain,” the messenger says, handing Amr the letter. The messenger excuses himself as Captain Amr opens the letter and starts to read. The captain’s brow furrows as he scans down the page. He finishes, folds it up, and sticks it in his pocket; then turns to his crew and barks a few orders. In less then a minute they pull themselves together and rush out of the entrance.
The courts gaze follows the commotion, but as soon as the court doors slam shut all eyes turn back to the Omani table. Scanning down the table, all that was left of the Omani were overturned chairs and half-empty glasses, except for, at the very far end of the table, two figures set slouched in their chairs visibly quivering. The silence was unearthly as the court waited, watched the two figures as they tried to disappear behind the table.
Praying to Allah that they could be forgotten by more then just the Captain, but conceding defeat, the two figures stand up. The shorter one nudges his taller companion forward 'encouraging' him to speak.
Still shaking, he starts, "My name...M-my name isss..., well it’s really long, h-hard for others to say, b-but most just call me Zurm, and this is Em. We’re here as dip-lo-matic assistants for the Admiralty, not really suppose to do anything, j-just observe diplomatic process, learn, carry out menial tasks, nothing like this, not suppose to have to make decisions, don’t talk they say, don’t even cough they say, we don’t even the auth-OW!," Zurm yelps as Em jabs him sharply in the side, “and we will be the eyes and ears of the Admiralty while the ambassador-I mean Captain is... how’d he put it?" Zurm turns to Em. "I believe he said that the :daisy: were already launched and the ball would start without them if they didn’t get their asks in motion!" Zurm gives Em a funny look, "He didn’t say :daisy:! And he might kill someone at a ball, but there’s no way he would be rushing off to one. Plus, he’s really scary! Who would go with him?" Em replies, "No, no, I’m pretty sure that’s what he said." "What about ships, he could have said ships, and brawl that sounds a lot like ball!" Em yanks his taller companion down to his level, "Are you trying to correct your superior!?" "We’re in the same position, the bottom!" "No!!! I’m your superior, I started before you!" "So you started the day before me, big deal" "Yes, it is a..............................!!!"
Zurm and Em continue arguing, but by this time it was only for an audience of few, for most of the court had long since gone back to their own duties.
SilverShield
04-09-2010, 18:55
The doors slam.
BUUURP He laughs out loud.
A huge, extremely buff man enters the room. He has long, wild, blonde hair. He is dirty all over and stinks like crazy. He has been in the field for years already starting his journey in the wild north in the lands of Europea apparently. He is wearing all different sorts of chain and fur and leather from all different breeds. On every peace there are engravings of diverse languages – Arabic, Sanskrit, Latin and signs unknown to the civilized world. He and his men obviously raided merchants and armies from every land. The body parts not covered reveal huge tattoos and scars. He is wearing tons of jewellery robbed from people from the entire world. Huge gold chains, giant gems and massive carvings of ivory. What a mercenary captain that is! A true warrior! His two bihaender he had to leave outside when he entered the hall.
Spitting on the floor.
I captured this message when my men and I raided a Sindhi silk caravan. Spitting on the floor again. However… the family of one my slave girls descendents from Sindh… BUURP! Ah those camels taste great He laughs out loud. She begged me to deliver this message and I am in a good mood so I felt like I am going to do her a favour. I want to raid those rich lands a bit longer anyway.
He is looking into the room noticing the Omani “delegation” huddling in the corner. He walks over to them and punches each of this pitiful human beings with his bear paws straight in the face so they fall of their chairs.
MESSAGE DELIVERED!! He laughs out loud.
I told you… the family of one of my slave girls descendents from Sindh. … and I dont like her to be sad. She neither is a good :daisy: nor a good cook when she is sad… Ha! Why bother you say? Why not just take one of the other slave girls you own… you got plenty of them like from every land and every race. Blonde women from the north, nubic women from the lands of Africa, Indian women, women from the Mediterranean… Yes! True! But I just got to like the taste of these Sindhi delights. Therefore!
He laughs out loud, walks over to the throne of the former Caliph and grabs a truss of grapes. …look at these Omani bastards… He laughs out loud. …but what can you expect from men spending all the time jammed together on a ship… Disgusting… Groentjie! He takes another truss of grapes and gulps it down his throat. BUUUURP
The woman puts her hand in her head and sighs, whispering...
How has this courtroom gotten so mad?
Then she lifts her head and smiles.
I am guessing this sudden disgust for the Omani Admiralty has to do with their invasion of your territories? Certainly... sadiq... we wish you well in defending your lands, but we also must admire the Admiralty for such a speedy sneak attack...
She coos.
And here I thought them mere drunkards. Surprises come in all shapes and sizes...
Thanatos Eclipse
04-09-2010, 23:10
As Zurm and Em help each other to their feet, Zurm touches his bruised eye. “Owww! That was uncalled for. We don’t even know what’s going on. We were just ‘left’ here as fill-ins, until a proper diplomat returned—Hold on! Did she say invasi-” “I’ll tell you what she said!” Em interrupted, “She called Omani drunkards! I’m no drunkard! And Femr Ushem is no example of what it means to be an Omani! Why, oh why, are sailors the only Omani anybody ever remembers! Why not merchants or imams or diplo-”
“BANG”
The unexpected slamming shut of the entrance’s doors startles Em into silence. As the court looks towards the entrance, it becomes apparent that the figure had been standing there awhile and had used the slamming of the door to draw the courts attention. If not for the Omani crest embroidered on his jacket, few would have the believed this new comer to be of the same breed as the pirates they had come to associate with Oman. His dark hair, neatly combed, fell just short of his shoulders, the golden handle of a sword glittered in its ivory sheath, and his finely crafted silk garments were bright red, with a touch of ocean blue, and accented with gold trim.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Em says, but Zurm elbows him hard in the side to shut him up.
The new comer clears his throat, then, once he had everybody’s attention, he starts “I am Malek al-Bakr, personal messenger of Grand Admiral Walid, of the Omani Admiralty. I have been sent here as representative and dignitary of Oman to this court, until such time that Captain Amr can resume his duties here. Before you all go back to your own duties I have a letter, from the Naval Council of Oman, that I was instructed to present to the court. It reads:
Dear dignitaries,
This letter is an official declaration of war against the Malikate of Sindh by the Omani Admiralty. The Admiralty has seen the desolation that the rulers of Sindh have dragged their people down into. Their ‘change of religion’ is nothing but a ploy to distract other nations from the atrocious living conditions the people of Sindh now dwell, while their leaders sleep in beds of gold. But even those riches are not enough for them; they greedily send their armies off towards Khwarezm territory in search of more lands to plunder and people to enslave.
The people of Oman experienced such hardships under the rule of the Imamate and the false prophet Murshed, and will not stand by idly while the people of Sindh suffer the same, stripped of everything they hold dear: their families, their lands, and their god.
Signed,
Naval Council
Grand Admiral Walid
Thank you for your ears and your time respectable dignitaries,” Malek finishes. Malek folds up the letter as he walks over to the Omani table. As he passes the mercenary slaver, Malek says “My ‘associates’ might be pushovers, but I assure you that I am one of the finest swordsmen of Oman, I've even bested Captain Amr on occasion.” Once reaching the Omani table, Malek eyes the dirty glasses still left on the table and signals a servant to clean it up. He pulls a clean goblet from an inside pocket of his jacket. As he sits down, he slides the goblet towards Em and Zurm. They just stand there, looking at it dumbfounded. “You going to fill it anytime this week?!” Malek asks.
As Zurm almost stumbles over himself to fill the goblet, all Em can do is say,
“Oh, Crap”
Thanatos Eclipse
04-10-2010, 10:02
Zurm enters the court from a side corridor and walks up to where Malek sits. Zurm bends down to whisper in Malek’s ear. After a minute, Malek nods his head and sends Zurm off. He then stands to addresses the court.
“My fellow dignitaries, I have just received word from the east of the creation of the Grand Oceanic and Indian Alliance, or GOIA for those among us who might have trouble remembering such a long name.” Malek pauses to look over at the mercenary slaver, who came to the court as the Malikate of Sindh’s only defense, and a prime example of its corruption. Malek continues “The GOIA is the union of the Rajput Empire and the Omani Admiralty in the interest of common defense and the liberation of the people of Sindh. The Grand Oceanic and Indian Alliance has pledged its resources to free the people of Sindh and take them under its protection. Any incursion, by foreign militaries, into the lands of Sindh shall be viewed as an act of aggression against the GOIA.”
TriforceV
04-12-2010, 17:08
after much long debate within the council, the chattering finally stops, and for a brief moment, there is silence and peace among the respect diplomats and representatives, and yet there is an unease as if a calm before the storm.
No sooner can the silence take hold when there is a faint echo of footsteps that gradually get louder as it approaches the door of the council.
Suddenly the footsteps cease completely and the door slams open.
The Kwarez diplomat enters the room, dressed in the finest military gear, he takes a seat at his respectful designation.
There is a renewed sense of purpose about him, as if a completely different man from his previous council visits.
"Good day council members,
The good Shah wishes to extend his warmest welcome to each and everyone of you, and that all your campaigns in the future give your nations the respect and glory it rightfully deserves...
And yet, there are some intriguing developments afoot, that the Shah himself insisted upon addressing with the utmost urgency.
Specifically, the creation of the GOIA, and their war against the Sindh.
First of all, The Shah is very disappointed in the Omani Admiralty and Rajupt Empire, we have always shown respect for these nations, and thought our neighbors of the East to be in good standings.. and yet this how they treat us?
These people of the Omani and Rajupts wish to go to war with the Sindh, then it is there business the Shah has no ambitions or desire to take any of the Sindh lands, nor does the Shah really care that these people go to war with them at all.
But let us not fool ourselves, The Rajupt's and the Omani alliance is not for Liberation and Mutual Defense against the Sindh, for my spies know for a fact, that most of their armies were heading towards our lands, not theirs...('Which is why my Shah recently asked them to retreat'), and that the Sindh are the weakest nation of the East.
So then I ask?
Why do they need an Alliance, to invade this weak country?
Why do they act like two hungary vultures picking away at a dead animal, unwilling to share?
As I've said The Shah does not care for the lands of Sindh, and he has no intention of stealing away Sindh lands from the GOIA,
But what angers the Shah the most about the GOIA is their lack of character, dispense with the liberation and defense rhetoric and call your aggressive-opportunistic invasion of a weaker unprepared nation what it truly is, because you are not fooling anyone!.
The Kwarez diplomat sits down, and kneels back to a stuned council for speaking what is rarely heard within these walls... the truth.
SilverShield
04-12-2010, 22:35
All this talking bores me to death. I should rip this self proclaimed “swordsmen” from the dessert apart and raid the rest of his people. mhh... Yet I enjoy the delights of this place… I think I should stay here a bit longer…
HEY!! I will send one my riders to report all this to Sindh.
…maybe they will pay me for this service...
He is leaving the hall to inform one of his soldiers.
Later on a rider is on his way to deliver the news of the ongoing in Baghdad to Sindh.
SilverShield
04-13-2010, 00:26
The doors open. One of the man of Kampvegter and one of the slave girls of the northern mercenaries enter the halls.
Read this!
The woman starts to read.
Dear Council of Nations,
We, the rulers of Sindh address you in the darkest hour of Sindh. The people of this peace loving nation are now facing an absolutely unprovoked invasion from two mighty empires. The chances to survive this massive aggression are slim to zero. The destruction of the entire Sindh is just a question of time.
The accusation of the Omani are so ridiculous that we refuse to even address it.
This is nothing but an aggressive occupation of a sovereign realm in order to gain land and become more powerful.
The Shah is right worrying about the formation of the Evil Empire. This clearly is a coalition aimed against him.
Days before the invasion took place the Maharaja proposed this to the Sindh.
Greatings Malik of Sindh,
The Maharajah of The Rajput Empire wishes you a long, prosperous and glorious reign. We want to propose you an alliance directed against our mighty neighbour, The Shah. As you could observe, the Shah is blocking to the West the expansion of both our realms, so it would be wise if we unite and cooperate in our efforts to grow our Empires. The Rajput Empire has very good troops, based on elephants that are almost invincible and Kwarezm will have a very hard time to stop us. We want to attack thtough the North by Khyber pass to Afghanistan while you should cover the Southern flank. We should discuss a partition of lands to be conquered. If we stand united our alliance will bring us great benefits as we will protect each others back. I hope our initiative will find a favourable response from your part.
Regards
…says it all.
The answer of Sindh obviously did not satisfy the Rajputs so they are now rushing to join the invasion of Sindhi lands to secure them self a peace of the cake just to become stronger and implement the invasion plans of the Shahs land themselves – now with Omani flavour.
The Shah should be aware. Once Sindh is occupied he will face an epic two front war conducted by the Rajputs and Omanis.
The Omanis already have proven the willingness to strike fast across the water and the Rajputs by now revealed their true plans.
Sure, the Rajputs and Omanis will deny any such plans but how can you deny the obvious…
At the time this messenger arrives the Sindhi capital already will be destroyed by Evil Forces.
There will be no paean. Destroying the little peace loving nation of Sindh is nothing but mass murder. May all the Omani and Rajput mass murderer be doomed and cursed forever.
We, the rulers of Sindh urge every nation to condemn this totally unprovoked attack and the upcoming mass murder of hundred thousand innocent Sindhi people.
We furthermore urge every nation to in a great act of humanity stand beside the Sindhi people and help to repel this invasion. Dont let the Sindhi people be erased!
May Ashoka the Great be with us. May the Buddhist Wisdom guide the people of Sindh and give them peace in these days of doom.
Thats all the woman says.
Stillness.
Even the tough veteran warrior of the mercenaries from the north silences now…
The woman frowns.
Such a waste of information.
She sighs.
War is war, and the Khwarezm seem to be masters of it. I don't blame the Rajput Empire for being cautious.
phonicsmonkey
04-13-2010, 02:19
Orloomo simply looks uninterested at the news from the east and continues buffing his nails.
Thanatos Eclipse
04-13-2010, 06:36
As Malek enters the court and makes his way towards the Omani table, Zurm and Em jump to their feet and meet him halfway. They get through telling him most of the Khwarezm speech when-
“Ha, ha, ha”
Malek’s booming laugh fills the chamber, but Em interrupts him and finishes catching him up on the Khwarezm and Sindh speeches. At this point Malek’s cheer disappears and a frown appears on his face, “I see.”
He contemplates the news for a second, then addresses the court, “Interesting this news the Sindh send to us, I will of course have to have my people check on the authenticity of this information, but even if this is true it changes nothing for Oman. Our interest in the plight of the people of Sindh started long before befriending the Rajputs. We only just recently began talks with our new friends. Once our liberating forces had landed on the shores of Sindh, we thought it best to announce ourselves to our new neighbors. We are not a greedy people and would have little use for inland colonies; plus, very few Omani would be willing to travel so far inland to help rebuild the tattered lands, so we invited our neighbors to help. The Rajput Empire was both eager and well positioned to help liberate the people of Sindh; all the while the Khwarezm remained silent to our letters. Knowing that the Khwarezm are already a vast empire, with both rebel settlements and the carcass of the Seljuk for them to scavenge and grow, we took the Maharajah up on his offer.”
“You must understand, dear Khwarezmi...” at this point Malek turns his full attention towards the Shah’s representative, “...although your lands lay so close to ours, our people could not be more different. My people’s hearts beat to the sound of crashing waves; whether it’s against the wooden planks of a boat or on the shores of a warm sandy beach, while your people thrive on earth and rock. No offense, but in our stories of old, thus is the fate of only our most infamous villains and a trial of our greatest heroes. Your a people of lands truly not suited to the needs of the Omani, so please forgive me when I laugh at the image of an Omani people stuck in the northern reaches.” Malek smiles at the thought again, but it goes away when he returns his attention to the Khwarezm. “Yes, you are right that we did not seek an alliance with the Rajputs to defend against the Sindh. You were an unknown quantity to us and with your habit of berating your smaller neighbors when they seek lands that you have silently claimed (we are not the Qara-Suu, we have no mystics to tell us what you are thinking), we thought it best to make a strong front just in case. The Omani seek merely to protect the progress that is being made in Sindh and for its people.”
As Malek finishes and is about to sit down, Em whispers in his ear one more time. “Oh yes,” Malek says, “I almost forgot. Mercenary! Tell your masters that if they expect us to take their words seriously, they should not send them by the mouth of a slave that is tethered to your hands like a puppet, when you yourself embody all that they claim they are not!”
As Malek sits down, he grumbles to his companions, “Damn Amr, off playing battleships, while I’m stuck here with real work. Come on, a mercenary and a slaver! How can anyone be expected to communicate with the Malikate of Sindh through that; the only language they understand is money. I may as well try communicating with the dead through a goblet of wine.”
“It would probably work better, sir.” Em adds.
Malek glares at Em, “Don’t be a suck-up!”
Em falls silent.
phonicsmonkey
04-13-2010, 07:53
Bland looks confused. He turns to one of his aides and whispers a question. The young man simply shrugs and looks as bemused as Orloomo, who rolls his eyes, waves a hand dismissively and returns to his grooming.
Thanatos Eclipse
04-13-2010, 14:12
Malek feigns a frown, "arrested for piracy huh?" but then shruggs it off "Fair enough."
TriforceV
04-13-2010, 19:39
The representative of the Shah listens intently at the rumblings of the court,
especially as the new developments concerning plots secret alliances and attacks, and shakes his head in disbelief...
Suddenly he whistles loudly, and a young Persian boy enters the rooms dressed only in rags, the Persian diplomat takes out a piece of parchment and scribbles furiously while they young Persian eyes the majestic court in wonder.
finally the Persian diplomat rolls his parchment into a wooden tube and flicks the young Persian in the back of his head so that he may reacquire his attention, the Persian diplomat than precedes to pulls out a rusted silver coin, and the boy's eye's widen...
The Persian then hands the boy the coin and the parchment and whispers something in his ear, at which moment the young Persian boy scurry's away out of the chamber.
The Persian then stands and addresses the court,
The Shah has been informed of the situation, and will take actions accordingly, I care for little for this debate of blame, and assurance of who rides the moral high horse!
The Kwarez people may be a military people that have fought in many wars, and yet we have never needed an excuse for war. We are a honorable people, and are true to our word, if we make a bond with an ally then it will be is as strong as stone, if we go to war with an enemy then we do not hide behind words to defend our actions.
War is War...
In addition, I would like to extend my apologies to the Khan and the Crusaders, the trouble in the East does not concern you, we would welcome any help you wish to provide but are under no obligation to do so. If you would prefer to stay neutral in these affairs so far from your border we wholeheartedly understand and have always our gratitude and respect!, for such things are far from you mighty warriors minds.
We have sent you the Kypchaks our diplomat and he has offered you an official alliance, trade rights and map exchange, I hope the Khan accepts our offer and that together we may show the world what honorable warriors we truly are.
The Persian diplomat, then gathers his stuff and retires back to his chambers where he will get no sleep tonight..
The woman bows.
We will, of course, humbly accept this offer, Sadiq.
Though we will still must take contracts on a purely neutral basis, we do recognize the generosity in your offer... so we offer Damghan to you as soon as our Ghul can take it next season. And to the Crusaders... should they still wish an alliance... we offer the heads of the remaining Seljuk nobles... to be offered via the blades of the Stygian Eye until their line is destroyed and their cities rebel.
May both of your wars be profitable and your ambitions true.
She bows again and grows silent.
SilverShield
04-14-2010, 01:45
Kampvegter enters the hall.
Come here you Nubian fortune of joy and report to me…
Haah… really? uhh? What a jakker…
Mhh… It’s on…
Everything is on you now Khwarazm.
If the Shah is a wise ruler he will see what is coming to him.
India will attack Khwarazm – the sooner or later. War is inevitable.
India is growing. With the occupation of the entire Sindh it will rise above and they will attack - and the Omani will stand on their side.
It’s on the Shah to decide when not if Khwarazm will have to fight India. The longer he is going to wait the more powerful it will grow – and the Omani will stand on their side
I, Kampvegter, The Legend of the Kaap, give you my word as a warrior that me and my men Die Helde van die Noord will fight along your side until the end of the world if you take the right decision.
However… If you decide to join the invasion of Sindh be sure you wont get anything out of it. Those two little pathetic settlements in the east you might try to conquer got nothing to offer and the armies I retreated from the far northwest are now stationed in those provinces. So make sure you send a big enough force, lots of spies or a siege weapon to those provinces.
I rather defend that what is defendable than launching a suicide attack of those elephants.
Hence India will conquer my entire territories as the Omani will not be able to hold the capital they are about to conquer. Trust me, they wont hold it. Which means India will get everything and you in the end might end up with those pathetic little settlements conquered at extremely high costs.
And if you do nothing at all the same is going to happened only that India then even will conquer those two little settlements in the west making them even more powerful.
Pandora’s Box has been opened. That`s how it should be.
He takes the hand of his Nubian slave girl and walks upstairs.
The Roman envoy begins to snore, shockingly ignoring the momentous events going on around him. His aides have begun to whisper about the wisdom of his appointment as diplomat to the Council.
TriforceV
04-14-2010, 16:42
The young Persian in rags emerges quietly from the doors of the council and sneaks around the columns of the council with mischief in his eyes.
He spots the Roman envoy snoring aloud and gives a sinister grin.
He pulls out a sling shot and loads it with a pebble and aims it at the Roman envoy..
(Bong).. (Swish).. (Poook) :: the pebble lands squarely in on the head of the Roman envoy.. Who awakes in a startle!!
The young Persian takes flight and scurries quickly out of the chamber giggling to himself all the while.
Kamelya smiles.
I wish all parties well in their efforts during the coming war... and hope they won't forget their friends in the north...
SilverShield
04-15-2010, 21:16
man whats the deal with elephants lately… first i get banned from legally entering Zimbabwe and now i have to virtually fight them somewhere in India… crazy world… man u are talking about karma… looks like elephants are my karma… lol no matter whether im in Africa or the US those bastards seem to follow me wherever i go. but they havent killed me in real life yet - came close but just close thus let me see how i will do them in this game. so put them on the loose… but let me tell u something man… the easiest way to hunt down an elephant is when its mad and on the charge. coz that is when it loses its concentration on the whole matter, stops running away and only cares to kill u. hence its all after u then which means the chances to place some quality shots rise. yea true the chances of getting killed rise dramatically too lol but thats part of the game - that is if you are a dedicated hunter with nothing but a f up carbine and not some American dou e with a fa y anti material rifle. those are the ones they should arrest and not like born Africans but whatever… all i can say is bring them on man!! looking forward to getting myself some new ivory. lol oh yea and we got a saying too… “A Lion is dead not before You put Its mane over your Chimney.”
Kampvegter walks down the stairs his pants half flagged still and his slave girl Mzansa on his shoulders.
did my service please you Master?
Mhh yeaah!
thank you Master…
Who is my little lion cat??
ME Master! currrrrrrrrrrrrr
Thats what you are!
BYL come here my brother... Talk to me!
Mhh. Mhh. Okay. Mhh. I understand…
YOU PEOPLE FROM ALL DIRECTIONS OF THIS WORLD… Excitement fills his voice.
THAT`S how it should be…
PANDORA`S BOX has been opened! There is NO TURNING BACK!
He takes of the girl from his shoulders.
FINALLY all this talking has come to an end and FIIINAALLY IT`S TIME TO GO TO WAAAAR AGAAAIIN!
His eyes fill with enthusiasm nodding to himself . All these decadent orgies and meatfests were turning me into a lazy fucker.
MAY I ALL SEE YOU AGAIN – RAIDING YOU.
He laughs out loud and turns to leave the hall. Half on his way he turns to the Indian envoy.
Look bestiality boy the ivory carvings I wear are pretty messy already and my Nubian slave girls are waiting for some new ivory to make some quality carvings out if for me.
He laughs out loud and turns to finally leave the hall having Mzansa piggyback riding him. Byl also turns to leave.
No Byl, My brother, I need someone I can trust to report to me the ongoing in Baghdad. So take all the gold and the slave girls you need and have a good time.
Sir!
No my friend someone has to do it and you are the one speaking the most languages. This camel language is more like a cough than a language.
Both laugh.
Ah… No… I will rip out my tongue to join you!
Kampvegter laughs out loud,
No my friend, you still will need your tongue…
…and so do all the fine girls of Baghdad.
Both laugh out loud.
Send some merchant or whatever to report to Sindh.
I will.
Both bounce each others head.
Have a nice death!
Yea! I Will!
YAAAAA!
YAAAA!
Having passed the palace doors he shakes off Mzansa takes on his two bihaender he had to leave outside. Lifting both of his arms in the air he shouts out to his men messing around in Baghdad.
COOOME OOON YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! OUT OF THE BROTHELS! OUT OF THE BARS!
TOO AAAAARMS! TOOO AAARMS! TOOOO AAAARMS! TOO AAARMS!
Kamelya blinks twice, unsure of anything that just happened...
Thanatos Eclipse
04-16-2010, 08:16
Malek burst into the courtroom, fire in his eyes, a wooden tube in one hand, and a bloodied sword in the other. Ignoring the Sindh ‘representative’s’ babbling as usual, Malek scans the room, finds the Khwarezm diplomat at the Shah’s table, and advances. Shaking the wooden tube at the Shah’s dignitary, Malek says, “How can you speak of honor, when you yourself are incapable of it. You call our admiral a ‘man of honor’ in private, while behind our backs you slander our motives. You also speak of strong alliances while trying to talk and threaten us out of ours. It may be true that many Omani sailors take on the appearance and act of pirates, some even are pirates, but an Omani admiral, especially the Grand Admiral is the highest example of honor and nobility among the Omani people; and I will not have filth, such as yourself, question his motives or honor!” Malek takes a second to calm down, then continues, “Fortunately for you, the Admiral feels that private words should remain private, and will not sink to the level of the Malikat.”
Malek tosses the wooden tube to Zurm and Em, and says, “Get rid of this! Burn it, throw it in the river, bury it in the desert for all I care, just get that trash out of my sight!” Zurm and Em scramble out of the palace, nearly tripping over each other in their haste.
Malek returns his attention to the Shah, saying “We never wanted war with Khwarezm, but it appears war is what we got. Is the Shah’s fear of a united India so great that he has lost his sense and composure? His lies and threats are hardly even worthy of that mercenary who keeps dirtying our court with his nonsense and pathetic support of Sindh. If you are going to try and manipulate an Omani Admiral, you need to be more convincing and consistent. As for your threats...” Malek throws the bloodied sword the Khwarezm’s feet. “..we offer you the sword of the tyrant of the Malikate. The good Captain Amr wanted to send his head, of course, but the admiral did not think it an appropriate gesture within these hallowed walls. Now the heir of the Malikate hides to lick his wounds.” Addressing the whole court, Malek adds “I tell you good dignitaries, soon the people of Sindh shall be free and the Malikate’s bloody reign over.”
Malek turns to walk away, but he stops and says with his back still turned, “I do have one question for your Shah dear friend. If he moves his toy soldiers south from Merv into the hands of Oman, then what will he use when other come to his house 'to play'?” Malek draws out the words ‘to play’, but once he is done, he excuses himself, sits down at the Omani table, and starts to write; often crumpling parchment up and tossing it aside, just to start over again.
TriforceV
04-16-2010, 19:27
The Kwarez diplomat raises an eyebrow at the Omani Admiral and shrugs uncomfortably
Omani dignitary,
the letter was addressed to you in private! I expected a response to our plea in such fashion or I was have expressed our wishes publicly...
Nevertheless, since you wish this to make this public than I shall do so, for I do not want my words further distorted by those crazyed madmen that wish war upon us/
It appears that the Rajupts and the Omani are truely joined at the hip..
The Kwarez diplomat stands and addresses the council in its entirety
I must apologize for I sent a letter to the Omani offering him a way out of the coming war, I told him that the war with the Rajupts will come soon, and that if he
If he truly did not want war, 'as he claims' than he would have accepted my proposal to drop out of this imperialistic alliance of the GOIA...he need not partake in ithe coming war if he is no longer in the alliance
It was a mistake... for he truly he stands behind his friend the dubious unreliable manipulates of Rajupts who have proven time and time that they cannot be trusted.
I did not want war with the Omani, and that is why I sent him my proposal, but quite clearly I misjudged his commitment to to the Rajupts and to his alliance and his desire to fight us in the coming war.
The Kwarez diplomat glares coldly at the Omani admiral and stares at him with discuss and loathing
he spits on the floor before the Omani admiral, with clear intention of discuss, sits back down all the while still glaring at his new adversary.
Thanatos Eclipse
04-17-2010, 07:21
Malek ignores the Khwarezm’s insult and continues to scribble on pieces of parchment. Without looking up, for the Shah’s puppet was no longer worthy of his full attention, he addresses the Khwarezm “If the Khwarezmi ‘truly did not want war’, then you should have never forced it upon us. The Grand Oceanic and Indian Alliance, as we clearly stated, was meant as a defensive alliance; but your Shah, in his infinite ‘wisdom’ and paranoia, has since sought only to prove our original cautions just!”
At this point Malek met the Khwarezm’s gaze, but there was no anger in his eyes, something more like pity: pity for the mere man that now sat before him; pity for the mirage of the noble warriors of Khwarezm as they faded into the deceitful and paranoid creature that time had revealed them to be. With a somber tone to his voice, Malek again addressed the Khwarezm, “You claim you offered us a way out of this war, but it truly is clear that you have misjudged us. However, it is not our greed or lust for war you have misjudged, but the strength of the binding contract of an Omani’s word. The admiral would sooner throw himself on his sword then break his oath; an oath he made before the Rajputs and before this council. Do not fret however, we now see our error. You fling around words like honor and nobility, but we have come to understand that you know neither what they mean nor how to be of such character. You know only that these traits are held in high regard by those of civilized nations; which is why you slip such words into conversations and letters as often as you can.”
“You say you do not want this war however you are the one who pushes it along. If the Rajputs were truly as greedy for your lands as you say, how come it is your forces that eagerly invade Rajput territory and build forts on their people’s land? You may not have attacked yet, but this incursion, resonates your intentions just as loudly.”
With pity gone, Malek allows irritation to creep into his voice. “The Admiral tires of your attempts at manipulations and misdirections; if your Shah wanted so badly to play games of deceit, war, and hypocrisy, maybe he should have just requested a game of chess from Captain Amr. I can assure you that games of strategy are never boring when Amr’s involved.”
Having said his peace, Malek returns to fervently writing on, and inevitably crumpling, his parchment.
OOC for Triforcejust for accuracies sake, Malek is not an admiral or sailor, but an advisor to and personal messenger of the Grand Admiral; and, of course, a dignitary while attending the council
In protest to how history is manipulated and rewritten Grand Ambassador Vijaypal retreats forever from the Court and all his previous messages are erased.
TriforceV
05-04-2010, 01:26
With all haste the young Persian boy enters the room and rushes to his master handing him a pamphlet.
The Persian diplomat reads the pamphlet, crumples it quickly, scowls loudly and hurries towards his chambers,
The young Persian boy still standing their with disappointment has he glances at his empty dirty hand with a tear in his eyes.
Suddenly the Persian Diplomat reemerges wielding a Persian Saber and glares around for the Rajupt Diplomat who has eagerly escaped...,
He yells obscenities in all direction, aimed at humiliating him
"I shall cut you down like the swine that you are"
Finally his bodyguards enter the Council and forcefully persuade the Diplomat back to his chair so that he does not cause anymore harm,
The Persian Diplomat takes a deep breath and thrusts his saber right through his table
and collapses angrily on his chair
"Good Sirs,"
He snarls
"It would appear the war has truly started, in all its ugliest and despicable nature, our forces in this short time has achieved glorious success and bitter defeats,", "But it is never the Persian way to fail, and we will continue to fight brilliantly whatever may come"
"We have now both officially declared war now on the Omani, and have taken their Fortress, and we also continue to fight the Rajupts, whatever may come"
The Persian diplomat sighs heavily, and his bodyguards walk him back to his cambers comforting him as he goes,
Even the Persian boy is upset, makes a fit and walks out of the council in disgust
Such violence... and we have yet to make any profit from it.
She sighs.
How I hope that changes soon...
phonicsmonkey
05-04-2010, 03:17
Orloomo looks pained.
Such a waste of a beautiful piece of furniture..
Thanatos Eclipse
05-13-2010, 06:10
Baghdad lay still, quiet, as if waiting for something. Tension, like a heavy fog, flooded every street corner and alleyway.
Within the council walls the delegates lounge, oblivious to the mounting storm. Malek sat, propped back with his feet resting upon the table, as he quietly sipped wine. Despite his calm exteriors, he was growing restless. No news had come out of the Far East for weeks now and he could only imagine what atrocities might have befallen his brethren. What if the path they had chosen was the wrong one? What if Allah had brought down his wrath upon the Omani Nation!?
Something within Baghdad began to stir, something new. Whispers arose from the streets.
As Em slept, Zurm was trying to swat a fly that kept buzzing around his head. Swat...miss...swat...miss...swat...bang! Zurm rubs his eye, now sore from being hit.
Panic and Aw now filled the streets; a commotion among the people, the likes of which had not been seen since the mass of Crusader forces were spotted from the city walls. A low rumbling vibrated along the ground. It was heading towards the Court.
As the fever outside its walls grew louder, the Palace began to shake with the approaching rumble. Many within the court, fearing their god’s judgment, dive beneath tables and chairs. Malek, leaning back in his chair, almost falls over, but catches himself at the cost of his drink. He angrily wipes the off his now stained council robes.
The roar outside had grown deafening, even within the council walls. Crowds of people cheered and screamed as they followed the now thunderous steps of what could only come from the devil himself. The noise drew closer and closer to the Council doors, then...
It stopped; right outside the council. Moments later, the doors burst open, but it was not the devil that stood before them, but Captain Amr. Outside the door great beasts, even taller than the court’s massive doors, could be seen standing around. Behind them, what appeared to be Baghdad’s entire populace, stood in aw of the creatures.
Captain Amr begins to laugh, as dignitaries and servants crawl out from underneath tables and chairs. Trying to stifle back the laughs, Amr addresses the court “Do not fear, these demons have not come for your souls this day. Actually, most unfortunately, these beast are just for show, no more trained for battle then that shivering Khwarezm diplomat and he hasn’t even seen our war elephants yet.” Waving his troops to continue the parade, Captain Amr enters the court, closing the doors behind him. “Dignitaries of so many great nations, I have great news! The vile Malekate has fallen, and the people of Sindh now rejoice under the just rule of the Grand Oceanic and Indian Alliance. As we speak, Omani armies sweep up the rest of the rebel resistance and move forward to take on the Khwarezm who have been so eager to war with us. The Omani might be sharks out of water for this one, but I worry not, for we bring Alleh’s blessing and the Devil’s beasts to this fight!”
As Amr finishes, he heads towards the Omani table, but first stops to address the Rajput dignitary. “Be sure to let your lord know that the Omani are very grateful for his gift of those show elephants, they will be much adored back on the Omani homeland.”
Thanatos Eclipse
05-13-2010, 06:10
Once seated at the Omani table, captain Amr looks over at Malek and smirks. “You were only here in my stead for a comparably short time, yet you already got your robe ruined.”
Malek glares at Arm, “You could have sent me a message or something! I’ve been sitting here for weeks with no news.”
Captain Amr’s smile just broadened. “And ruin the surprise! I wouldn’t dream of it.”
phonicsmonkey
05-14-2010, 14:32
Orloomo Bland looks extremely pleased with himself as he stands to address the Court.
My esteemed gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to announce that the Holy City of Jerusalem has been returned to its rightful custodians, the armies of Christ.
The Ayyubid Sultan Al-Aziz and his royal army at Gaza have been utterly defeated by Crusading armies led by Raynald de Chatillon and Jocelin de Cyprus.
Our liege lord Baldwin is once more King of Jerusalem. Let all who stand in his way perish!
Thanatos Eclipse
05-20-2010, 02:58
At the news, Malek moves to say something, but Amr stops him. Malek looks at the Captain, puzzeled.
“Let the Shah explain himself” Amr calmly says.
“What does the Shah have to do with the Cusaders?” Malek demands.
Amr, narrowing his eyes at the Khwarezm diplomat, replies “As the strongest Islamic nation, other than the Ayyubids, he would rather bring war to his brothers in faith, then stop the Crusaders before they could make this betrayal that anyone could have foreseen coming. Well Khwarezm, what do you have to say in defense of your leader? Tell us why he has failed Allah.”
Thanatos Eclipse
05-22-2010, 19:21
While waiting for the Khwarezm’s response, Malek quietly queries Captain Amr, “What has happened to that first mate of yours, Femr Ushem?”
Amr chuckles, “Oh, yes; he partied a bit too hard after the fall of the Malikate. After falling under siege twice of late, I did not think Baghdad would survive if he was allowed in the reigns of one of the great Elephant beasts; so he has been left to take care of the ship for now.”
Malek just grimaces, muttering something about ‘drunken sailors’.
Thanatos Eclipse
05-23-2010, 07:29
A messenger arrives at the court. He quickly finds Captain Amr and hands him a letter. Captain Amr opens it and reads the message
“Ha, ha, ha”
Amr’s booming laugh makes several nearby dignitaries jump. Still chuckling to himself, Amr faces the Khwarezm diplomat and speaks “It seems your Shah’s subjects also find your leader’s cowardice quite laughable. What, we destroy your one magical ballista and he runs? Are none of his soldiers large enough for him to hide behind during battle?” Amr pauses, looking more intently at the Khwarezm diplomat, “Is this why you have not responded in defense of your Shah, have you too, lost faith in your leader?” Amr turns away, bursting into laughter once more, “Ha, ha, ha,” but he quickly stops and spins back around on the Khwarezm. “Waite, I know what it is. The poor Khwarezm are scared of water; saw the Omani coast and ran for the hills! Better not get too close to me Khwarezm, I practically sweat the stuff.”
Malek, not amused by the Captain’s jokes, says “Amr, you just got back and you have already drunk yourself silly!”
Smiling broadly, Amr replies “My friend, if I had drunk myself silly, you would not be sitting there with a frown upon you face; besides, I do not need drink to make fun of cowardly land-lovers, it’s second nature to me.” Turning back to the Khwarezm, sobering his act up a little, Amr continues “Unfortunately for your Shah, it seems news of his acts have traveled fast across his lands, sparking rebellions among his own people. I do wish you could ask your Shah to keep a tidier house, taking rebel settlements will be so much more work; the Rebels might actually have backbones.” Amr smiles at the anger spreading across the Khwarezm’s face, then walks back to his table, leans back, and props his feet up.
While Amr takes a sip of his drink, Malek, with a look of scorn on his face, asks Amr “Why did you have to go and anger him?”
Amr smiles behind his glass, “Maybe now he will respond.”
“Ya,” Malek mumbles to himself, “with a sword.”
A second letter comes into the court. It is delivered by Kamelya's servant boy, read to her in quiet, and then taken away. The woman smiles, then stands and bows to the Omani circus.
Masters, it seems we are in communion with one another. The Qara-Khagan has heard the call of the Omani Admiralty and have accepted your contract. Let all those who oppose your will fear hooves and arrows of the Ghul.
With this simple statement she bows and takes her seat--turning slightly to the quiet Khwarezm diplomat and licking her lips.
Thanatos Eclipse
05-25-2010, 06:07
Amr smiles, “I’d ponder whether the Shah will make his stand on the Omani coasts or run back to protect his homelands, but we all know the real question is which master will he go crawling to first, groveling on his knees and begging for mercy: The Ghul, the Omani, or the Rajputs?”
Amr nudges Malek, laughs a little, and says “If this does not stir the Khwarezm diplomat to speech, maybe someone should check if he still be among the living; might have died of fright.” Amr laughs some more.
Malek just mumbles something about being left out of the loop again, but the news of the Shah’s imminent demise had clearly brightened his spirit all the same.
Thanatos Eclipse
05-25-2010, 06:44
At the far end of the Omani table Em and Zurm are huddled together and whispering, occasionally sneaking quick peeks off in Kamelya’s direction. Zurm says “Look at the way the witch licks her lips. Betcha by the time it is all said and done she kills that Khwarezm diplomat and eats him.”
“No way,” Em replies, “she’ll sick that demon boy all over him, then grind the Khwarezm’s bones into dust and use them for her magic.”
“I’ll take your bet!” a sailor sitting beside them intrudes, thrusting a handful of gold coins on the table in front of them, “Cause the way I have it figured, the old witch is going to spell that land-lovin’ coward into cutting off chunks of his own flesh and hand feeding them to that servant beast of hers.”
Em and Zurm eagerly get out their own money as a few more sailors join the pot. As they quietly trade stories of myths and magic, they eagerly await the old witch’s next move.
TriforceV
05-27-2010, 18:47
A messenger arrives at the court. He quickly finds Captain Amr and hands him a letter. Captain Amr opens it and reads the message
“Ha, ha, ha”
Amr’s booming laugh makes several nearby dignitaries jump. Still chuckling to himself, Amr faces the Khwarezm diplomat and speaks “It seems your Shah’s subjects also find your leader’s cowardice quite laughable. What, we destroy your one magical ballista and he runs? Are none of his soldiers large enough for him to hide behind during battle?” Amr pauses, looking more intently at the Khwarezm diplomat, “Is this why you have not responded in defense of your Shah, have you too, lost faith in your leader?” Amr turns away, bursting into laughter once more, “Ha, ha, ha,” but he quickly stops and spins back around on the Khwarezm. “Waite, I know what it is. The poor Khwarezm are scared of water; saw the Omani coast and ran for the hills! Better not get too close to me Khwarezm, I practically sweat the stuff.”
Malek, not amused by the Captain’s jokes, says “Amr, you just got back and you have already drunk yourself silly!”
Smiling broadly, Amr replies “My friend, if I had drunk myself silly, you would not be sitting there with a frown upon you face; besides, I do not need drink to make fun of cowardly land-lovers, it’s second nature to me.” Turning back to the Khwarezm, sobering his act up a little, Amr continues “Unfortunately for your Shah, it seems news of his acts have traveled fast across his lands, sparking rebellions among his own people. I do wish you could ask your Shah to keep a tidier house, taking rebel settlements will be so much more work; the Rebels might actually have backbones.” Amr smiles at the anger spreading across the Khwarezm’s face, then walks back to his table, leans back, and props his feet up.
While Amr takes a sip of his drink, Malek, with a look of scorn on his face, asks Amr “Why did you have to go and anger him?”
Amr smiles behind his glass, “Maybe now he will respond.”
“Ya,” Malek mumbles to himself, “with a sword.”
The Kwarez Diplomat rises finally, and speaks
"The Omani dogs taunts are as threatening as their warriors are in battle, and thats not saying much..
Does the Captain not forget the last huge battle between our people, and the complete ahhnilation of his army?, I'm sure it is something he and his people would love to forget, how they were humilated not with sewage that leaves the mouth of bitter diplomats but with the actions demonstrated on the field of battle"
"I Suspect the Captain knows nothing of military matters or he would not question the direction and actions of our armies, I have never been one to act on the wishes of an enemy but to ensure the opposite"
If the Omani wish to demonstrate their greatness, then it is their turn to act, perhaps they can start by recapturing lost land..."
The Kwarez Diplomat sits back down.
Kamelya has been absent for several days. But word has spread: The Ghul have invaded Kermanshah and Hamadan, sparking war between the Qara-Suu and the Crusader States. A new contract has been written and now hangs from the standards of the Qara-Khagan.
It seems the invasion of Khwarezm was a mere ruse...
phonicsmonkey
05-28-2010, 03:59
Orloomo looks puzzled for a moment and turns to his advisors.
Kermanshah and Hama...Hamadan? Oh, we did? I see - hard to keep track of all these new territories!
He says, to no-one in particular.
It's a pity the Ghul appear not to respect the value of existing business relationships - we could have had much more business for them in the future and we have much greater resource of coin than their slave paymasters.
Still, if they are hell bent on their own destruction who are we to argue?
Thanatos Eclipse
05-28-2010, 07:04
Malek looks taken aback by the news of the Qara-Suu invasion, but Captain Amr appears to have more important things on his mind. He pats the speechless Malek on the shoulder and says “I’ve got captain duties to attend to.” Amr walks to the far end of the table and picks up the pile of money that had formed. Before any of the sailors can protest, Amr says “Seeing as you all lost the bet, it falls on me, as your captain, to collect the winnings.” Captain Amr smiles and puts the money in a bag. With a few sighs of defeat the sailors go back about their business. Em, about to form his own protest, was quickly shut up by a sailor beside him.
Amr sits back down in his seat, kicks back and rests his feet on the table, like he was about to take a nap. Malek coming back to his senses asks “I won’t bother asking why I was not informed about this either, but are you not going to respond to the Khwarezm?”
“What!” Amr says, sitting up straight again. “You mean he finally talked? Hmm...” Amr considers, “must have missed it; so many more interesting things going on. So what the boring little guy say this time?”
Malek responds “He wants us to come to him-”
“Of course he does,” Amr interrupts, “he’s in the middle of a desert, no water there!”
Malek ignores the interruption and continues, “He also spoke of the battle-”
“He calls fighting those land-lovin’ peasants a battle! Wait, wait, wasn’t that fool from the old Imamate leading that rabble. I heard those idiots went running for the hills after they heard of the Khwarezm’s castle crushing ballista. Surprised the Khwarezm could even find them. Sure is unfortunate we had to destroy that ballista, though, would have been a nice addition to my ship. Imagine a powerful piece of equipment like that on a ship; probable punch through a ship’s hull with a single shot. Wouldn’t even have to bother with boarding any more; could be sinking ships before they probably even knew we were there...” At this point Malek just tunes Amr out, as the Captain continues to imagine all the possibilities of such a wondrous machine.
phonicsmonkey
05-31-2010, 03:00
Orloomo receives a message, smiles, and reads it aloud.
The city of Alexandria, the castle at Bilbeis and the fishing village of Aqaba have been seized from the slaves.
The city of Shiraz has also been occupied by crusading forces, and the last Sultan of the Seljuks perished therein.
The siege of Kermanshah has been broken. Hamadan remains under siege but we warn the Qara-suu to withdraw their forces from our territory immediately lest they face severe retribution.
A most reasonable financial offer has been made and we see little reason for them to continue with their contract - their slave paymasters will soon be unable to afford the payments!
Outside, the war drum beats. There is the sound of hammers and nails outside the city walls. All have come to know this sound by now:
Baghdad is under siege...
... again.
barcamartin
06-07-2010, 10:36
Yussuf stands, after his long period of absence and silence.
Let it be known to all that the proud and noble people of the Ayyubids have suffered hard for their belief in peace. It has not, however, broken our spirit. We will stand against the spawn of the Devil, and struggle to be the light that the Muslim world needs in these grave times. We shall once more rise, and be the great center of Muslim faith and power that we were. To King Baldwin I bring four words from Crown Prince Shahanshah, Commander of the Faithful: We will never surrender.
TriforceV
06-07-2010, 12:09
The Kwarez diplomat walks into the chambers, with saber sheathed, he takes a seat and examines the area carefully.
The sound of battle echos in the background, and the diplomat shifts uncomfortably as he awaits the new fate of the city, which seems certain to fall to unorthodox Western ideology.
Suddenly, the small servant boy in rag emerges, dirtier than usual and with slight breath he approaches the diplomat and hands him a royal Persian envelope.
"I managed to get through the Blockade" the young servant says proudly
The Persian diplomat sneers at the boy, then gives him 2 coins and sho's him away.
He unfolds the envelope and begins to read...
His first reaction is of shock and as he continues to read the letter the diplomat slowly deflates as if life is being drained away..
The diplomat slowly wobbles and sits back on his chair the image of a broken man, and weeps a single tear...
The sound of the seige grows even louder, but does nothing to faze the diplomat out of despair...
"Ohh Allah, How could this have happened!?, ... Were we not destined for greatness!?"
The Diplomat gathers what little strength he has and wobbles slowly out of the chambers,
he leaves the envelope exposed and a few bold words can be made out; it reads:
~ The Mighty Shah has Signed a Peace with the Eastern Alliance: The War is over~
Thanatos Eclipse
06-08-2010, 01:53
Captain Amr, too, seems disheartened, but as soon as he stands, he is back to his usual self. "At last, there is peace in the east. The Admiral has seen fit to accept the Shah's offer of treaty. Along with the mighty Rajputs, we have decided to set aside our differences with the Khwarezm and work for the peace we had always hoped for, may it be lasting and prosperous."
As the sounds of siege continue outside, Amr queries, to no one in particular, "Yet again Baghdad has fallen under attack, but can there even be peace in Baghdad when no true Caliph sits upon her throne?"
phonicsmonkey
06-08-2010, 02:59
Not with you lot around..mutters Orloomo under his breath, nervously glancing at the door.
The Roman diplomat looks troubled at the news of this most recent war between their neighbors, and begins both sending out and receiving a flurry of messages. During a brief period of calm he stands and addresses the Council.
The Romans look with dismay upon this most recent conflict between old allies of ours. It seems that whoever holds this most noble city which houses the Council is doomed to eternal warfare.
We would like to remind participants in the war that the Eastern Rome Empire is currently neutral. Any attempts to violate our territory will be met with force. At the same time we would like to see the war end. Having had good relations with at least two of the three participants we offer our services as mediators, should they be desired.
The sounds outside grow and grow. Men shouting. Horns blowing. The sound of a gate crash. The clatter of swords and spears. The snarls of horses and men. They go on for hours…
phonicsmonkey
06-11-2010, 02:05
Exit Orloomo Bland, stage left.
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The sounds outside stopped nearly an hour ago. There is an earie silence carried in by the wind. Some crows are suddenly startled—settling around in the nearby windows. The silence still perpetuates, with the wind animating what life there is in the chamber.
Outside the doors, there is suddenly walking. More footsteps accompany it. High above in the rafters, more crows settle in—staring off at the doors—fidgeting their feathers. A single crow caws and the doors open.
The hinges squeal and there is an echo across the courtroom.
A man enters.
He wears an eccentric looking dress. His sleeves are covered in dark feathers. Most of his body is covered in blue silk. And on his face is a decorative, white and gold mask—where underneath, foreign, strange eyes stare out.
Merhaba sadiqs. I am Akin Turan…. humble merchant and diplomat of the ghūl. I will be their voice here today and may I firstly say the Qara-Suu mean our good masters in the Caliph’s courtroom no harm. Not even the crusader's representative we threaten... as this was all just business, sadiq.
He puts his palm over his forehead
We regret that this city must come to pain again… and that we must be the hargingers of this pain… but we are mere slaves, sadiqs… wishing nothing beyond what simple services we can provide to master and contract.
He looks above him to the crows settling in on top the rafters in the ceiling. Then he looks back down…
I also speak for Our Lady--Kamelya Kadri. She invites all of you to Qara-Qale... our new capital in the Georgian mountains. Once the great city of Tbilisi, its majestic halls and kingly suites have been prepared in anticipation of your arrival...
... the mountains are green. The skies are always blue. There is forever a winter breeze flowing in the air, but the land is still touched by the sun... and thus it is neither too cold nor too hot. I expect you will find it more suitable than the desert. Though Qara-Qale will always fall short to the splendor of this city, it will nonetheless provide better shelter than Baghdad has thus been able to afford our good masters here today.
He bows.
Is our invitation well met, my lords?
Thanatos Eclipse
06-12-2010, 17:16
For the first time in the court, Captain Amr appears to be truly distressed. He moves to stand and speak, but quickly changes his mind and sits back down. He fidgets in his seat for a minute before deciding to stand again, but he stops himself half-way. Giving up on this pursuit, he compromises and leans back against the table. Clearly agitated, Amr starts to cross and uncross his arms trying to remain calm. Malek stands to try and comfort his friend, Amr starts to speak, “Do you realize what they’re asking? How can they expect me to know what to say? This kind of decision takes time! I mean what-”
Malek interrupts “Calm down Amr. This isn’t really a big deal. They have a valid point; Baghdad clearly isn’t that safe and a change of scenery wouldn’t be bad either.”
Captain Amr stares at Malek for a minute, then shakes his head, as if to clear it, “What? Who cares? Can’t you see what’s going on here?”
Malek, completely clueless, just says “Obviously not.”
Amr sighs to himself, “Land-lovers.” Pulling himself together a little, Amr addresses Malek, “How can you not see the choice they’re asking me to make? They want us to move the court to a place so far detached from the sea which I love so much.”
“Yes, but-”
“But on the other hand,” Amr continues ignoring Malek, “I love to explore new waters. Think of all the unknown challenges the Black Sea could offer. How can I make such a decision now?”
“Yes, but-”
“You’re right,” Amr interrupts Malek, “My duties to the Fleet could come up at any time, I should remain here.”
“Ya...” this time Malek cuts himself off when it is apparent that Amr still isn’t listening.
“That’s absolutely true. The Fleet will be fine without me, and besides, I could never resist a good challenge.” Amr turns to Malek and grabs him on the shoulder, “Thanks, you really helped me out there.” Malek, a little frustrated at this point, just plops back down in his chair and makes a grab for the closest drink. Amr clears his throat and addresses the court. “The Omani delegation is ready for a change of pace. We gladly accept the Qara-Suu’s offer. We thoroughly hope others will too.”
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After general agreement by the assembly, the council departed north--to Qara-Qale. The diplomats filtered in one by one, greeted by the sheer extravagance of the new chamber.
The floor was black marble, white streaks chiseled in like cobwebs on the ground. The walls were cold gray, with arches and pillars encircling the chamber--supporting a great, lit dome overhead. All around the room, sconces and lamps lit the shadows, heating the otherwise cold castle to a comfortable temperature. Even the dome--which was carved into several swirling lines, like a whirlpool leading up into the ceiling--had candles lined around its interior edges. And in the center of the room--under the great white dome--were stone tables set up in a circle around the middle of the room. And at the center table, Kamelya sat greeting each diplomat as he entered--waving her hands to a feast of fine foods and wines set up on each table.
Greetings, sadiq. Welcome to the new council halls... we hope all we have prepared is pleasing to you during your stay with us here...
May our transactions here be profitable.
The Roman diplomat stands.
I would like to thank our gracious hosts for providing this new Council Chamber.
I would also like to deliver some important news. First, it appears the Emperor Alexius' condition has continued to worsen. In order to aid him in his duties he has officially had Koulianos declared Co-Emperor.
In further news, Co-Emperor Koulianos in his wisdom has decided that it cannot trust a neighbor as treacherous as the Latins, who on their arrival pillaged our lands and slaughtered the inhabitants of Jerusalem. Even in more recent times they have proved their duplicity, attacking their heathen allies the Fatimids, who they had previously traded the Holy City of Jerusalem to.
Therefore the Roman Empire declares was on the Latin states.
Thanatos Eclipse
06-22-2010, 06:24
“Hear, hear!” Amr shouts, picking up a glass from the nearest table as he walked into the new courtroom. “The Catholic invaders come to the Holy Lands and throw everything into disarray. Then they go and betray the Ayyubids, the only friends they had here. What did they think would happen?”
Doing away with the seriousness, Amr smiles and raises his glass higher, “What of our gracious host; they really outdid themselves here.” Amr bows to their Qara-Suu hosts; then heads over to the Omani table where Malek already sits.
Once Amr had sat down, Malek leans over and says “I’d have thought you to be sailing the great breadth of the Black Sea by now.”
Astounded, Amr exclaims “Without a proper ship?” “Land lovers,” he mumbles. “Malek, you can’t sail on a boat you don’t trust; not if you want to survive anyway.”
“I see...” Malek says warily, obviously not getting it.
“Yup,” Amr continues, “actually just got back from over seeing my crews start of the new lady. Haven’t figured out what I’m going to call her yet but I’ve got time. I should tell you about her.”
“No thanks,” Malek says, practically pleading, “I’m really busy right now. You know, with diplomacy and stuff.”
Pointing a finger at Malek, with a wizened look in his eyes, Amr says “Let me tell you. She's going to be a real beauty...”
“Oh no,” Malek moans. Amr was off on one of his sailing tangents again and nothing short of brimstone and fire was going to stop it; if that would even do it. As Malek lays his head on the table and puts his hands over his head, Amr is off talking about combining sailing techniques of the Orient and West.
‘Where’s Allah’s holy wrath when you need it?’ Malek wonders, 'It’s at least worth a try.'
Kamelya smiles at the Roman.
Oh, good. We've only just arrived and there is already real business to be had on the table.
She takes a goblet of wine and sips.
A servant skulks in from the shadows. He approaches Kamelya and hands her a letter. She smiles and pats the young man on his head, shooing him away as she turns her attention to the envelope. She dips her bony fingers inside its seems, dragging it along and tearing the top with a quiet slice. Then she pulls out a letter and hands it to her young servant boy. The servant boy reads and whispers its contents into her ear.
Her eyes widen and she turns to scowl at the boy.
What?!
Her voice is just loud enough for the others to hear. After realizing her outburst, she turns to the general court and plasters on a smile. She then stands and bows to the attendants.
Please continue with your discussions, sadiqs. I must leave for the day. If you wish anything, please do not hesitate to call upon the guards and they will see to your needs.
Then she bows a second time and exits the courtroom.
Outside, there the sound of an approaching storm.
Kamelya has been gone for several days. There is a hush in the dark city—whispers of a change within the Qara-Suu. A man enters from the far side of the room. He wears a white mask and decorative, blue silk. He steps to the place Kamelya had sat and brushes her things aside. He then takes his place at the stone table, clasping his hands together and bowing his head to the court.
Merhaba sadiqs. Perhaps you remember me? I am Akin Turan, the one who met with you in Baghdad only a year ago.
He sits up.
Kamelya Kadri will no longer be representing the interests of the Ghul in this courtroom. I am now the voice of the new Qara-Suu Khaganate.
I wish to inform this esteemed court that the Qara-Suu Khaganate is no longer a mercenary faction. We wish to take our place amongst the world as a nation, equal in stature to our great lords and friends in this court.
Our allies are the cunning Omani Admiralty, the great Khwarezm Shah, the wise Ayyubid Sultanate, and the timeless Roman Empire. We invite more to be our sadiqs in the coming years. And let it be known that we will assist all our allies in their wars and endeavors, as we would hope they would one day assist us. Thus, this new nation's enemies are the Crusader States and those rebel factions still refusing to submit to a united east.
Servants step out and begin to pour wine in all the representatives' glasses. Akin shoos away one of the servants and raises his goblet.
Gentlemen. Let this day be known as the day the world bears witness to Tengrii's new prophet. The Qara-Kâhin, Nasreddîn Tasköprülüzâde, has come to grace the Qara-Suu with his prowess and power. We wear our masks proudly, sacrificing our own weak and personal identities to Him who bears the word of God.
Let the Qara-Suu last for ages! Let your own empires last for ages!
All praise is to the Black Prophet...
He drinks, sipping through the tiny slit in his mask and exhaling with a deep, savoring sigh.
Akin rustles through some papers, seeming bored after so long a silence. Most of the representatives are still present in the court, but many are gone now. Diplomacy in the east has fallen to the wayside as the Qara-Suu continues to expand and assert its influence. Akin himself is said to be due to travel west, where the Ghul have begun a campaign against the Rus kingdoms and seek to destroy the remaining fragments of Rome hidden away in Greece--it is also said the Ghul have begun offering their services as mercenaries to the various kingdoms and principalities of Europe.
While rustling through some papers, Akin comes across two letters and reads them to himself. Behind his mask, his face is expressionless. Then he lays them down softly onto the stone table and rises.
Good delegates, let it be known that a Caliph sits in Baghdad once again. Our esteemed friends in the Ayyubid Sultanate have won the Caliph elections and now Saadauri Qara-khalīfah has been blessed by the Black Prophet to carry on his word. May he live a long life and be blessed in full by Tengrii.
He then turns slowly to face the other end of the court.
Also, it seems that war has broken out between the Pagan Hindus and our Khwarezm brethren. It also seems that the Hindus have been plotting for quite some time against our humble new Khaganate.
He then turns away and sits back down, resting the cheek of his pale mask on the silky glove of his fingers.
How... unfortunate.
I'm afraid I must ask all those still loyal to the Caliph and the Khaganate to purge these Pagans from our Lord's green earth.
He lowers his head.
Send word, sadiqs. Holy War has begun...
Thanatos Eclipse
09-19-2010, 22:12
A cool breeze lifts off the sea carrying the whispers; whispers of great ships gathering. From the shores of India to the Horn of Africa the whispers come; whispers of pirate colors being retired. The whispers float upon the wind until they reach the mountainous abode of the Qara-Suu's court. The fleets of Oman have been summoned.
Amr stands to address the court, “The Admiralty has declared the Persian Gulf and Indian Ocean sovereign territory of Oman. From this point on, only trade ships are allowed free passage on our waters, mercy shall not be shown to any invaders.”
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