Lords of the East - Council Chambers

[barcamartin]

Yussuf rises, elegantly emptying his cup of wine before he does so.

In the name of my Sultan, I condemn the siege we are witnesses to right at this time. He does not and will never acknowledge Seljuk dominion over Baghdad. You Seljuks are just greedy and warmongering bastards looking for more power and bloodshed where ever you go! Why do you turn your mighty armies against your brothers of faith, when they have been nothing but peaceful toward your nation? Tell your Sultan that had Ayyubid forces been closer, he would have seen hell on earth. May those who once fought against brothers now rightfully fight against barbarians! Our hearts and prayers are with you, noble Abbasids, and we hope you can fight back these mindless brutes betraying the trust of Allah. We lack the options to aid the Caliph's call for Jihad at this time, but should they arise we will seize them!

Anger pulses through his face as he tries to calm down. Another zip of wine seems to partly do the trick, and he clears his throat before looking out over the assembled again.

In other news, the Holy City of Medina has fallen to Ayyubid warriors, and the Al-Masjid al-Nabawi, Mosque of the Profet, is under the protection of Sultan Salah ad-Din. Mekka too will soon be brought into righteous hands, once more.

Ayyubid armies are also preparing to clear the southern parts of Egypt from the Makurian savages. The Sultan is open to trade and cooperation with all civilized nations, but the Africans are not counted among them. Their brutality has brought pain and misery upon the people along the Nile for too long, and it must end.

Throwing a glance out the open doors, he sighs and takes his seat again.

[Merlox]

A few days past, the Seljuk seige grows louder, and great seige towers arise from the ground as high as the city walls. It seems that the army is simply growing, due to small regiment of cavarly, and mercenaries that are being payed to fight for the Seljuks, At night, Music could be over heard, while the seljuks enjoyed all of the trade convoys they loot that were coming to baghdad. It would only be a short time before they launched the attack on the defenders.

[TriforceV]

A few days past, the Seljuk seige grows louder, and great seige towers arise from the ground as high as the city walls. It seems that the army is simply growing, due to small regiment of cavarly, and mercenaries that are being payed to fight for the Seljuks, At night, Music could be over heard, while the seljuks enjoyed all of the trade convoys they loot that were coming to baghdad. It would only be a short time before they launched the attack on the defenders.

The old Persian diplomat emerges finally from his cambers and speaks with disgust

The Seljuk's who refuse to come to the council in peace, come instead with an army?
it shows the character of foolish cowards.....

The old Persian then sits down, gazes around the excited and frigthen council and reveals and gestures at a parchment...

I have spoken with my government, my couriers are quite cunning at escaping the siege, but he returns with sour news,
I hear that our might Shah, who is most displeased and disgusted with the actions of these cowardly Seljuk fools have refused my request to send an immediate army directly to Seljuks claiming that they are unable, and indisposed elsewhere to presently invade the Seljuks.

he bows his head slightly in shame, and slowly crushes the parchment in his hand

I am sure... the mighty shah has his...reasons....
he glares angrily
....
Suddenly he stands up with a jolt, and his eyes are lighten up with fiery passion, he clutches his sheathed sword and grins maliciously.
Today my friends, is a good day to die!!! Release the hounds of war, I shall at least take some of those Seljuks before they do me in.

He unsheathes his sword and proceeds to the defense on the city walls, with an excitement and fervor of a young kid,


[dramatic Exit]

[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.

[barcamartin]

Rising slowly, staring at the Seljuk with shock in his eyes, his face changes into an expression of grief and anger.

There is no need to curse more over the Seljuk barbarism shown here. All I know is we have lost a noble man, a true servant of Allah, in a most humiliating and disgraceful way. I stand by my statement of never accepting Seljuk rule over Baghdad, and definitely not in this way.

You aren't worthy of ruling in such a grand city. I will take my leave, and if my Sultan deems it proper to send another representative here, he will do so. I however, will rather spend my days among the fierce Africans. Savage as they may be they are still are more worthy representatives of civilization than these Seljuk mongrels.

With one last evil glance at the invading Sultan's brother, he pulls his cape tightly around himself and rushes out the doors.

[Ramses II CP]

The Roman diplomat, having remained calm throughout the troubles, watches the proceedings impassively. When they are complete he sniffs deeply from his pomander and addresses the Seljuk diplomat in a wry tone,

"One presumes Christian representatives will still be welcome in Baghdad? The Emperor has little concern for which faction rules here so long as trade continues to flow, so for my part I acknowledge your accession and congratulate you on your conquest."

The emissary then issues a formal bow before resuming his seat to await an answer, sniffing from his scent ball perhaps just a little more often than usual.

[Quirl]

I believe I'm with the Roman diplomat on this. I, too, care little for who owns this city--and I also congratulate you on your victory, mighty Seljuk masters. The Qara-Suu hope we can share wonderful business opportunities in the future...

She bows.