
Originally Posted by
phonicsmonkey
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.
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