Middle Ages: Interactive

[IrishArmenian]

Sicily will play the defensive role in North Africa after sending Robert and an army to France.

[Warluster]

I accept the offer of Peace by England, I will continue my crusade in Iberia with 350,000 of mytroops, 250,000 are to defend my Homeland, and another 250,000 are to be sent to North Africa to help Sicily. The troops are to go to the Scily-African front but are to ACT INDEPENDANTLY, so they will be Grench on the Sicilian front. And do not worry Sicily, do not worry about the army because we are at peace with the English now.
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The meeting was all to familar. Silence went around as they all thought what had happened over the weeks.
"What of the Byzantine Threats sir?"asked one adivisor.
The king looked very tired as he looked up,
"Whta of those Warring people, cant even keep an alliance, a GOOD alliance!" he said wearily,
"Well at least Sicily see's some sense in this." said one adivisor thankfully,the rest nodded and murmed in agreement.
"yes it was nice to send troops, now it is our time to return the favour,but how?" the King wondered.
One advisor stood up.
"Easy sir, what does the world run on? Money and armies. We can give them one of that!" he suggested,
Another adsvisor stood up, as the first sat down.
"Money!! We just got out of a crisis! We need to send them armies, to Africa I say!" he yelled, the rest roared in agreement, but some looked disapproving.
"What of Leon and there struggle against those barbaric Moors?" One suggested. This time the King looked up.
"We have to follow the Pope's orders, we made apleade that we would follow him." the king said defensivly.
"But the English sir! What do they think there doing!" he yelled, the rest started roaring in rage, aying stuff about the English.
The King calmed them,
"The English offered an term of Peace, we are no longer at war, they are neutral!" he said, happy for the first time in the meeting.

[Conqueror]

Imperial court in Shangjing, the supreme capital of the Khitan Liao, in Inner Mongolia.

Emperor Liao Shengzong, born Yelü Longxu, Khagan of the Khitan and
subjugated tribes, Son of Heaven, sat on his throne, clad in the finest
yellow silk. The generals all bowed their heads to the floor before him.

"Rise!" Ordered the monarch, and his sharp command was obeyed. "You may
speak." He added.

"Your Eminence," voiced general Tabuyan as he stepped forth. "All the tribes
now flock under your banner. The Great Ordo has been formed, larger
than any to have ridden across the plains before. The Yurts of the campsites
carry on to the horizons, the very earth trembles beneath the innumerable
hooves. Such host, once created, must ride and fight. The men hunger for
victories and plunder, their sabres thirst to be wetted with blood. Direct
them, as is your right alone, and they will march to the end of the world, and
nothing between the sky and the earth can hope to withstand them."

"The Chinese are currently occupied with other foes and count us among their
allies," General Baiya chimed in. "This is a good opportunity. Lead the Ordo south
and crush them when they least expect it!"

"That would be most unwise!" Exclaimed general Yanxi. "The Chinese are are
valuable allies and such an attack would ruin our name. No one would ever
trust our word again. The Ordo should march against Khwarezm and aid the
Chinese in their fight against Persians. We will will gain lands and strenghten
the alliance."

"Look instead to the lands of the setting Sun, Illustrious Khagan." Said general
Dayan. "There dwell the Tatars, who yet refuse to ackowledge You as their
ruler. Subjugate them, defeat their leaders, and their horsemen shall ride with
the Ordo."

The generals, having voiced their suggestions, fell silent and stepped back.
The Emperor pondered the matter only briefly, then announced:

"There will be two armies that march. One will be the now assembled Ordo,
which will attack the Tatars. Let them ride to western plains and darken the
skies with their arrows, ceasing not until every Tatar Prince bows before me!
The other army will be raised in the Southern valley-lands of the Yellow
River. They will fight in their native manner* into Khwarezm and secure what
lands they can, as according to our pact with the Chinese.

I will lead the Ordo myself, while Baiya shall be the leader of the Van. To
Yanxi I trust the command of the Southern army, with Dayan leading the
Vanguard. Tabuyan will defend the homelands while we march. Such is my
will, and such will be."

The Son of Heaven had spoken. The generals bowed and left to oversee the
preparations.


OOC: I choose the option Advance into Siberia with the Great Ordo. A
second army will be raised from the Yellow River region and heads to Persia to
aid the Chinese.

*'native manner' would be Chinese tactics and equipment, as the troops are
mostly native Chinese.

[Motep]

The Sung Empire will need more troops. I will start a new system of recruitment, which is expected to give china 7 million more troops.

[IrishArmenian]

Since peace has been established, I will bring Robert back to North Africa with his army and continue my crusade against the Moors. O wise king of England, you have surely made a good decision.