Lords of the East - Council Chambers

[Merlox]

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.