Lords of the East - Council Chambers

**SilverShield** · 03-15-2010, 13:23

The doors of the throne room open. A new face enters the holy halls of the Caliph.

A tall bald man wearing orange and yellow caftan walks into the hall.
Every three steps he flings himself to the ground, resting for three seconds just to get up to take another three steps flinging to the ground again. He is doing so until he reaches the circle of the diplomats.
He now stands up and raises his voice.

I am Kushinagar, monk of the order of Theravada.

I am here to represent the new rulers of Sindh. He pauses.

With eyes filled with joy he continues.
I proudly announce that Sindh has now returned to the faith of its ancestors. Sindh now is a Buddhist Kingdom. From now on it will be known as the Buddihst Realm of Sindh.

He is looking into the round of the remaining envoys.
As Buddhists we seek no war with any nation or religion. We are looking for cultural exchange and wish to establish trade with every kingdom.

Any diplomatic action shall be discussed with me.

He pauses again. He then sits down on the floor cross legged taking a deep breath.

May Peace be upon all of us. May Buddha be our eternal teacher.

He then closes his eyes and starts meditating quietly.

**Quirl** · 03-15-2010, 18:32

The woman stands and bows.

May I be the first to welcome you here, stranger.

Our eastern borders know much of Buddha. His teachings carry on the lips of those bordering the Qara-Qhitai.

We are impressed you would abandon the philosophies of Muhammad and choose to embrace the thoughts of Siddhārtha. Though, no doubt, this may put you at odds with some of your neighbors...

She smiles.

Should that happen, sadiq, please never be afraid to look to the north... we are always willing to serve in times of trouble.

She bows low and takes her seat.

**phonicsmonkey** · 03-15-2010, 23:59

Bland is reclining at leisure in his purple silks, eating grapes with his feet draped nonchalantly over the arm of the former Caliph's throne. At the entry of the Sindhi monk he sits up a little straighter and is about to say something when he is interrupted by the Qara-Suu.

He waits patiently for her to finish and then clears his throat deliberately, before proceeding.

Welcome Eastern traveller to the halls of the Crusader King Baldwin, Lord of the Levant, Satrap of Syria and Baron of Baghdad!

Your good offices are appreciated here and it is with interest that we note your official conversion to......that other eastern sect.

If your beliefs are as fluid and pliable as they appear, would it be rude to suggest you might consider converting to Christianity, that your people might be spared the eternal fires of damnation?

Simply a suggestion, bear it in mind if you will...

**SilverShield** · 03-17-2010, 22:05

It is early morning. The sun just rises above the minarets of Baghdad. It is the time when Kushinagar is having a last look at this great city before he passes the next dune and the citys silhouette vanishes in the distance.

Kushinagar had a dream last night in which the Wise and Great Ashoka himself appeared to him. He asked Kushinagar to move on and spread the word.

Kushinagar now is on his way to the far lands of Africa to spread the Wisdom of Buddha.

Before he left Kushinagar asked some Sindhi Silk Road merchants to deliver any important news to the Sindh.

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**Quirl** · 03-17-2010, 22:45

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**Thanatos Eclipse** · 03-30-2010, 03:37

After the Buddhist monk had left, obnoxious sobbing draws the attention of those nearest to the Omani table. Femr, crying in his drink and a glazed look in his eyes, drunkenly says “I’m going to missss that bald (hic) little guy...” He pauses to take a swig of his drink, sloshing most of it on the sailor beside him, then continues “with his fanatical ritualsss and pass-(hic)-ifist babble, what a ssswell guy.”

Thinking Femr was drunk, the sailor tried to help him up and take him back to his room. Femr just shook him off and spoke again, “But you know what, you know what! I’ll tell you why that monk was so darn happy all the time, it was those Sindh drugs. I’ve sure been happy since he got here! Stuff’s strong enough to topple an elephant. And I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you....” Femr trails off for a second.

His brow furrows as if suddenly struck by a depressing thought. His eyes snap back into focus and he seems to instantly sober up. “I’ll tell you this, that monk is a damn fool, thinking he’ll go off and magically convert people. Only three things I know of that can change a persons mind: coin, sword, and...” Femr looks around the room, smiles, then continues “well the third might not be so proper to say in a civilized court such as this.”

Captain Amr just sits back and laughs as two, then three sailors try to ‘help’ Femr to his room after his drunken rant. All the time, Femr insisting that he's sober enough for a few more drinks. Captain Amr eventually has to step in when Femr broke a chair over one of the sailor’s head. As Captain Amr took his old friend for some fresh air, the two mostly unscathed sailors help their wounded comrade up and the three of them hobble back to the quarters where they can recuperate.

**Quirl** · 03-30-2010, 04:50

Kamelya picks up a copy of the Qur'an and begins to fiddle through it, whispering to herself...

I'm pretty sure there's something about intoxication in here...