French King's Court - SS6.2 Hotseat Council Thread

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The doors of the Court are flung open wide with a crash, and in bursts a huge, barrel-chested, dark-haired, ruddy-cheeked man with an enormous moustache.

He is wearing brand new clothes in all the latest fashions, but looks as though he got dressed just before dawn, which is probably when he had his first drink of the day.

He strides with a sailor's gait to the centre of the Courtroom floor, where he bows theatrically to the French King. He is followed by a thin priest in Benedictine robes, wearing a long-suffering expression on his gaunt, pale face.

It is I, Jozsef of the Arpad Kingdom of Hungary!

He looks around at the assembled diplomats and courtiers, smiling broadly and quite failing to focus on them individually.

Our great King Laszlo has sent me here to parlay with you fine fellows! And to offer our great respect and honour to the most noble King of France, whose hospitality is legendary!

We Magyar are a peaceful folk, and seek only to be left alone to do the things we enjoy most: riding our swift horses, drinking our fine ale, enjoying the company of our beautiful women, dancing, singing..

The Priest places a hand on his shoulder and whispers in his ear for a moment.

...ah yes, and of course, to pray and worship our Lord Jesus!

So, you fine fellows of all the lands, your merchants are welcome in our markets, and your armies have nothing to fear from us...as long as they stay at home!

He laughs loudly, clapping a leather-clad thigh with one massive palm.

To this end, we offer trade rights and map information to all.

Also, our immediate neighbours have already been contacted in private by our great King Lazslo himself, to discuss the finer points of diplomacy.

He sinks back into a cushioned chair and looks around for a drink.