Lords of the East - Council Chambers

**TriforceV** · 10-26-2009, 20:06

Originally Posted by Merlox

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.

**TriforceV** · 10-31-2009, 07:54

Originally Posted by Ramses II CP

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.

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

**Quirl** · 10-31-2009, 08:32

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.

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**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.